Uncle's Slut/Whore II

22-year-old Sasha is her Uncle's Slut/Whore (II). After fucking her in his car, he now takes her at her shared apartment

Chloe’s legs wobbled as she stepped out of Derek’s car, the night air cool against her sweat-damp skin. Her dress was still bunched around her hips, her panties long forgotten on the car floor. Derek’s cum trickled down her inner thigh, a sticky reminder of what he’d already done to her. After so long, she was used to his control, craving the way he unraveled her. Derek followed close behind, his presence a heavy shadow as they climbed the stairs to her small apartment. Her parents thought he was just dropping her off. They had no idea what their trusted man was about to do to their daughter again.

Inside, the apartment was dark, the only light spilling from a streetlamp through the window. Chloe’s heart raced as she fumbled with her keys, Derek’s hand resting possessively on her lower back. The door clicked shut behind them, and his voice cut through the silence. “Clothes off. Now.”

Chloe’s breath caught, her body already responding to his command. She peeled the dress over her head, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her naked in the dim glow. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, her pussy still throbbing from the car. Derek’s eyes raked over her, his jeans tented again, his hunger far from sated.

“On the couch,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the hard planes of his chest. “Spread your legs for me.”

Chloe obeyed, sinking onto the worn couch, her thighs parting wide. The fabric scratched against her bare ass as she leaned back, exposing herself fully. Derek stripped off his shirt and jeans, his cock springing free, thick and ready. He knelt between her legs, his hands rough as they gripped her thighs, spreading her even wider.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Still dripping for me.” His fingers slid through her slick folds, mixing his cum with her wetness, making her gasp. He didn’t tease for long. With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head, the other guiding his cock to her entrance. He thrust in hard, filling her completely, her moan echoing in the quiet apartment.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Derek grunted, his hips slamming into her with a rhythm that shook the couch. Chloe’s tits bounced with each thrust, her body arching to meet him, desperate for more. His grip on her wrists tightened, his other hand finding her clit, rubbing circles that made her vision blur. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you?” he rasped, his breath hot against her neck.

“Yes, Uncle Derek,” she whimpered, the taboo of it sending a jolt through her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper as her orgasm built fast, her body betraying how much she loved being his. He fucked her harder, the couch creaking under them, her moans turning to cries as she came, her pussy clenching around him.

Derek didn’t stop. He flipped her over, pushing her face-down into the cushions, her ass in the air. He entered her again, his thrusts brutal, his hands digging into her hips. “Mine,” he growled, each word punctuated by a deep thrust. Chloe’s fingers clawed at the couch, her body trembling as another orgasm ripped through her. Derek followed, groaning as he spilled inside her again, his cock pulsing until he was spent.

He collapsed beside her, both of them panting, the air thick with the scent of sex. Chloe’s body buzzed, marked by him inside and out. Derek’s hand rested on her thigh, a silent claim. “Get some rest,” he said, his voice low, promising more. “I’m not done with you yet.”