Chapter 87: Forget About Uncle Mitt

Chapter 87: Forget About Uncle Mitt

"Hhhmm... Aaaaaaaaah Dexter..." It was a low, drunk murmur that Kerry indulged me with, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my chest, as she lay under me, with her legs still shivering with the last orgasm that I had given her.

The pulses of her thighs were drawn together, and all in vain, her passion was already oozing between them, and making her skin glow.

"I just... can’t forget about last night..." Her breath hitched, her hips lifting up, trying to push my cock deep in her pussy out of instinct.

"How, you made me squirt... and even licked my asshole..." She whimpered, her voice dropping to a shameful whisper. "Being bred by your cock... I can’t stop thinking about it."

I gripped her jaw, my fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. "Aunt." The word was a claim, a warning. "Listen closely." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise.

"You are mine now. And that means Mitt doesn’t fucking exist." My grip tightened, my tone dropping to a growl.

"If you let that pathetic excuse for a man touch what’s mine..." I let the threat hang, my free hand sliding down to grip her throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to make her feel it.

"You won’t get this again." I pulled my cock out and rubbed it against her thigh, already hardening at the thought of punishing her.

Kerry’s breath came faster, her eyes widening—fear? Lust?—before her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "Hmm... Dexter..." She tried to sound stern, but her voice trembled, as if she were panicked.

"Don’t..." A weak protest. "I’ll never let Mitt’s filthy hands near me again..." Her fingers curled into the furs beneath her, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Just... don’t ignore me, okay...? I need you..."

I didn’t answer.

Instead, my hand cracked across her ass, a sharp, stinging slap that made her head snap to the side. "AAAH—!" Kerry gasped, her hand flying to her ass, her eyes were wide with shock.

I snarled and pulled her hair, drawing her head back, making her look at me. "You belong to me." The other hand knocked into her once more, still on the other asscheek, making a noise that reverberated through the hut. "Say it."

"Aaaah—! Yours!" She said instantly, her asscheeks flaming red, her pussy dripping with need. "I’m yours, Dexter.... aaaah Mitt is nothing.. Your cock is the only thing that matters."

"Good," I growled, my free hand sliding down to pinch her nipple, twisting just hard enough to make her whimper. "But I think you need a reminder of who your body belongs to."

Before she could react, I slammed my cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the root. "AAAAAAAAAA... aaaaah hmmm... FUCK.... " Kerry’s scream was raw, her back arching off the bed, her nails raking down my arms as I pounded into her, my hips snapping against hers with enough force to leave bruises.

"You like that, don’t you?" I snarled, my hand cracking across her tits, making them jiggle. "Taking my cock like a good little slut." My teeth sank into her nipple, biting down hard enough to make her scream, her pussy clenching around me.

"AAAAH—! Yes—! Fuck—!" Kerry’s voice was a broken cry, her body trembling beneath me. "It hurts—but it’s so good—!"

I didn’t let up.

My hand slapped her tits again, the sound sharp. "You’re mine, Kerry," I growled, my cock pistoning into her with relentless force.

"Every inch of you." My mouth latched onto her other nipple, biting, sucking, leaving marks as I fucked her harder, my hips slamming into hers. "Your pussy..." Thrust

With that, I yanked her arm up, my tongue dragging along the sensitive skin of her armpit, tasting her sweat, her musk. Kerry shrieked, her body jerking, her pussy gushing around my cock.

"AAAA aaaah aaaaah hmmm... Dexter hmm.. ummm.. That’s so dirty aaaaaah hmmm...!" She squirmed, but I held her still, my tongue licking, my teeth nipping, my cock fucking her without mercy.

"Nothing’s wrong when it’s mine," I growled against her skin, my breath hot, my voice a dark purr. "You love it. You crave it." My hand slapped her pussy, the sound wet, obscene. "Admit it."

"AAAAH—! I do—!" Kerry’s voice broke, her body shuddering, her pussy squirting around my cock, her release spraying between us. "I love it! I crave you... aaah hmmm.... Only you..."

"That’s right," I snarled, my thrusts turning punishing, my cock swelling inside her. "And you’re going to cum for me like the whore you are."

"I’M CUMMING... aaaaaaaaaah..." Kerry’s scream was guttural, her body seizing as her release exploded around my cock, her pussy convulsing, drenching me in scalding waves. I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. My balls drew tight, my own climax coiling, a storm ready to break.

"Take it," I growled, my hand slapping her clit, making her scream. "Take every fucking drop of my hot cum.. inside your hungry pussy."

With a final thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her pussy, almost touching her womb, and unleashed my cum, blasting into her in thick, scalding ropes, filling her so full her belly actually swelled for a second before her walls clenched, milking me for every last drop of cum.... " Here take my seed.. in your hungry pussy.. aaaaah aaaaah " I groaned as I came hard.

Kerry screamed, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsing, her juices and my cum flooding out of her, dripping onto the furs in obscene, sticky rivulets. She kept moaning as my cum kept hitting her inside ’’Aah aaaaah aaaaaah aaaaah "

I pulled out slowly with a pop sound, my cock glistening, still hard, and reached my two fingers into her used pussy, making her gasp. "Remember this, Aunt Kerry," I growled, my voice a dark promise.

"Every time you even think of Uncle Mitt..." I curled my fingers, pressing against her G-spot, making her whimper. "You’re going to remember my hand on your tits... my teeth on your nipples... my tongue in your armpit..." I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "...and my cock owning your dirty pussy."

Kerry’s breath sped, and she was panting hard; she was covered in sweat, her pussy dripping around my fingers. "Aaaah..." Her voice was weak, broken. "I will..." She reached up, her fingers brushing my chest, her touch trembling. "I promise..."

I chukled, pulling my fingers out with a wet pop, then shoving them into her mouth, making her taste herself. "Good," I said with excitement. "Because I’m not done with you yet." My hand slapped her ass, hard. "Turn over. I want that asshole next."

I looked at Kerry’s longing look.. and she was expecting to be treated more harshly. She is really a masochist.