Mine to Have: A Claimed Story (2 page)

I
can’t believe
this is really happening. It is my daydream and my night dreams. Uncle Max is everyone’s fantasy. Over six foot four, dark blond hair, deep brown eyes, and a body that announces that he works out religiously. My friends tease me about my ‘hot uncle’ and the magazines and social media pages speculate about his love life. I don’t need to speculate. I know. He’s single, sexy, incredibly wealthy, a man always in control, and one of the most eligible bachelors.

I don’t care about most of those things. I definitely don’t care about his money. When I turn twenty-one, my parents’ fortune is mine. It isn’t as much as Uncle Max inherited nor what he’s made since their death, but it’s more than enough to maintain my lifestyle.

What I care about is that he’s single. That I’ve never seen him date. What I care about is the sexier-than-shit man staring shamelessly at my pussy. The one who only seconds ago was feasting on me, licking and probing, creating sensations I never imagined existed. Having his tongue buried inside of me was better than any book or the way my own fingers feel.

“Do it, Lace. Touch yourself.”

A small whimper escapes my chest as I do as he says. I want it to be him, but if watching me makes him happy, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything he ever wants or asks.

I close my eyes and imagine it’s Uncle Max, his fingers, his tongue, his cock. I’ve never had sex, but I’ve seen what Uncle Max has to offer.

He said I’ve been tempting him. Holy shit! I think it’s the opposite. The temptation he creates while living with him has been overwhelming. He works out in shorts that hang low enough to see the dark hair peering out at his waist. Inevitably by the time he’s done working out, his shirt is off and he’s covered in hot, sexy sweat. More than once I’ve snuck into his suite. Thankfully, when he showers, he never worries about closing the door between the suite and bathroom. His large glass shower is the perfect display as I hide, watching him pleasure himself, his eyes closed as he ran his hand up and down his thick, long, rigid dick. I’ve stood motionless as faster and faster he pumps until stream after stream of cum coats the glass.

That is my vision night after night as I lie in bed and finger my own folds, yearning for relief.

Doing as Uncle Max says, I find my own clit and rub, my wrist moving faster and faster coating my fingers. As more and more cum drips, I am showing him that I really am a dirty slut when it comes to him. I’ll do anything when it comes to him.

“Your tits,” he commands, his voice gruff and gravelly.

Sighing, I imagine his cum, not coating the shower, but my throat as I suck him. I continue to touch my clit and move my other hand to my breast.

“Pinch it hard.”

“O-oh,” I moan as I assault my nipple, my nails inflicting pain as pleasure continues to fill my needy pussy. One finger, then two inside my cunt, the plunging sound shamelessly echoing as my whimpers grow louder.

When I open my eyes, my hands stop...and maybe my breathing too.

No longer are Uncle Max’s jeans strained. His large cock is free, pointing upward as he strokes himself. Angry blue and red veins strain against the swollen skin as his hard rod leaks cum, coating the long shaft as well as his own hand.

“Have you ever seen a hard dick before?” he asks.

I swallow, wondering if I should tell him the truth or lie.

Seeing my indecision, his expression hardens. “Tell me, Lace. Whose dick have you seen?”

“I-I...”

“Who’s stuck their dick in your face? Tell me and the motherfucker is dead.”

“You. I’ve seen yours.”

Uncle Max falls back against the chair, his hand still stroking up and down. “What did you say?”

“Sometimes, I sneak into your suite and watch you shower.”

Slowly his scowl turns to a smile. “My dick. This dick?” he asks.

“Yes. It’s what I think about as I touch myself. I think about what it would be like to be your shower walls.”

He shakes his head. “My shower walls?”

“Yes. I love to watch you cum all over the glass. I imagine it’s me, and your cum is showering me, marking me. Inside and out.”

“Fuck!”

The growled word fills the room as he stands, his jeans dropping to his hips and his cock pointing toward my cunt. Faster and faster his hand moves, cum easing from the tip. Muscles flex in his biceps as his entire body is on edge.

“Keep touching yourself. Don’t close your eyes, Lace. I’m going to make your dream come true.”

I do as he says, my fingernails of one hand pinching my nipples as those of the other hand curl and tease my clit. The room fills with the sound of our breathing, deep, exaggerated breaths. I try to fill my lungs, but the anticipation as he aggressively pumps keeps me on the brink of suffocation.

“Now,” Uncle Max commands.

The orgasm that had been held at bay inside of me explodes at the same time his large body quakes and stream after stream of white sticky cum marks my boobs and stomach. The creamy substance drips between my open legs and intermingles with my own juices in the puddle on the floor.

Drained, I fall back on the desk, papers scattering as I languish in the coating of his cum. The musky scent of his seed fills my senses as the warm liquid settles like lotion. My body still quakes. The orgasm I’d just had was stronger than any one I’ve ever given to myself, yet I know without a doubt it is nothing compared to what he could do for me.

Uncle Max reaches for my hand, our touch slippery as he helps me stand.

Maybe I should feel ashamed of what we’ve just done. Maybe I should be embarrassed that I’ve shared my fantasy, but I’m not. As I stand on knees weak from what we’ve done, my body quakes in equal measure of satisfaction and desire. Bringing my eyes to his, I try to wordlessly convey that I’m not ashamed and I want more. He reaches for my shoulders.

Bravely, I reach down and stroke his still-hard cock. With my thumb and middle finger I caress the hard rod, marveling at the way my fingers don’t touch. They can’t, because of how big he is. For a moment I wonder if it will fit inside of me.

I’m having an effect on him. As I move my hand, I see the way his cock twitches and grows and the way Uncle Max’s eyes roll backward. I’m not sure why, but in this position, I’m not intimidated by his size. I don’t feel small or weak. Though I’m easily ten inches shorter than him, though his chest and arms surround me, dwarfing me, I feel powerful and strong.

“Lace...”

I don’t wait for his command. Wiggling from his grasp, I fall to my knees and take the tip of his cock between my lips. Salty yet sweet. The scent saturating the air covers my tongue and I imagine what he’d taste like after our cum is mixed together.

“Fuck! Lacy...”

I can’t respond. Instead, I move up his shaft, taking in as much as I can, the crown hitting the back of my throat. With each bob of my head, his dick hardens even more and his balls tighten. Having his cum on me is only part of my fantasy, and I want more.

I
was going
to tell her we were done. I was going to stop this from going further, but now...

Her blonde hair swings against my thighs as her head bobs, her plump lips sucking, creating the popping sound as she comes off my dick, just before she dives back on.

Whether she knows it or not, the future is set—our future. It may not be socially acceptable. My PR people may balk. But as Lacy’s mouth and tongue brings me close to another explosion, I don’t give a fuck. This is what is supposed to happen. Over three years ago she was given to me.

Mine to protect.

Mine to care for.

Mine to have.

The law made her that way.

At eighteen she became her own caregiver and my role was over.

I want that role back. I want to be the one to wrap her in my arms at night and wake with her there in the morning. I want to be the one who takes her...all of her, every hole, and fill her with my seed for the rest of our lives. I want to watch as she cums over and over and as her belly swells with our child, my child. No, children. I fucking want it all.

All I need to do is convince Lacy that her uncle should be her lover, her husband, and the father of her children.

The thought triggers my release. My dick explodes, copious amounts of cum spurt as my back arches and I roar, a noise like I’ve never made before fills my ears. I fist her hair, pulling her closer, assuring she doesn’t back away.

It’s then I notice that she isn’t—my Lacy isn’t trying to back away. Like a greedy little slut she’s drinking my cum, gulping it down, and on her face is the most serene expression of pleasure and desire. I loosen my grip. “Clean my balls.”

Immediately the room fills with the pop as she releases my cock and goes to work, licking and sucking my balls, pulling them between her lips and releasing them. Her devotion to their cleanliness only turns me hard again.

I lift her by the shoulders, looking deep into her turquoise eyes. The color has darkened as if the Caribbean waters have deepened, and I know it’s true. Eating her pussy, cumming on her soft, suntanned skin, and letting her suck me and swallow my seed has deepened whatever this is between us. But I want deeper.

It’s been a long time since my dick has been inside a pussy. It’s not that I couldn’t. It’s that I don’t have time or the desire.

I didn’t.

Now, at this moment, I don’t give a fuck about the company or the work I should be doing. All I want is to drive my hard cock into her holes, all of them. I want to let her pussy hug me as she covers my rod in her cum. I want to push through her tight ring and fuck her hard in the ass, bringing her pleasure like she’s never known.

And then I wonder: if mine is the only dick she’s ever seen, then are my suspicions right? Is that pussy I had my tongue inside, the one that coated my chin in the sweet release of her cum, virginal? Does it still have its cherry?

I straighten my shoulders, knowing that if what I suspect is indeed true, then I’m the only man to pick it.

“Tell me the truth,” I demand, my tone gruffer than I intend. “Are you a virgin?”

Her shoulders and neck straighten. “I’m ready not to be.”

Bingo!

My cock, which seems incapable of softening, turns to steel.

“Lace, I’m not going to fuck you in my office.”

“You’re not?” She sounds disappointed. “Did I...don’t you...?”

Tears moisten her beautiful eyes.

“Fuck!” My tenor softens, a complete contrast to my cock. “Lace, no. I do. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so hard and so completely that you’ll never want another man, ever. Now that I’ve had your fucking perfect lips, I want to claim your pussy and your ass too. I want all of you. I just don’t want your first time to be over a desk.”

“Oh, OK.” Her eyes flit around the room. “There’s the couch.”

My face cracks into a smile as I laugh. “You’re so fucking perfect.” I lift her nearly dry hair and kiss her neck. It’s then I realize we haven’t kissed. Not like this. Sure, she’s given me a kiss on the cheek and I’ve kissed her forehead, but I need more. My gaze seems to lock on her lips. There’s nothing else in the room. She rakes the lower one under her teeth and I notice that they’re pink, bruised, and swollen from the blowjob she’s just given me. My smile widens. I like them that way. She’ll never need lipstick if I keep her lips either on mine or on my cock.

Note to self: throw away all of Lacy’s lipstick.

“I’m going to kiss you,” I say.

Her full lips move into a smile. “I’d like that.”

With one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, I pull her naked body closer. My erection aches, trapped between us, between her soft trim belly and my firm abs. But I try not to overthink it. Instead, my concentration is on her full, soft, and strong lips. It’s not that I’m kissing her as much as we’re kissing. We’re both kissing. My little Lace is meeting me move for move. When my tongue tempts the seam, they willingly part, giving me access to her warm haven.

The lingering taste of her cum mixes with the taste of mine as our tongues move together, warm and heated. I swallow her moans as she grinds against my hard cock.

The house has staff, people who clean and cook. Coming out to them, showing them that there is more between Lacy and me than a platonic uncle-niece relationship will be our first step. Since they’ve all signed
Do Not Disclose
statements, we’re both consenting adults, and I pay their damn salaries, I don’t give a fuck what they think.

But that said, they don’t need to see...
everything
.

Pulling myself away, I bend down and reach for Lacy’s lost bathing suit. The fabric has dried, yet I can’t help but bring the crotch to my nose. Nectar and honey. I lick her dried cum as my cheeks rise in a dirty, knowing smile.

More red blooms upon her cheeks and down her neck this time.

“It tastes better fresh from your pussy,” I say. “But either way, I love the way it smells. We should have it bottled. It’s better than any perfume ever invented.” I hand the suit to her. “Put it back on.” I run my hand over her stomach. Just like her bathing suit, my cum is now dry, leaving her skin both soft and rough. “Don’t clean yourself.” My grin grows. “I like that you’re marked with my cum. I plan on marking you inside, too.”

Lacy’s breathing hastens, her tits moving up and down.

“I’ll meet you out by the pool,” I say. “After a swim, we’ll have a romantic dinner outside, and then you’re coming to my suite.”

“I am?”

The way her nipples have hardened again at my words makes me want to forgo the pool and dinner, but I can’t. Every girl remembers her first time, and I want my Lacy’s first time to be special.

“Yes, sweetheart, you will. You’ll come to my suite and for the rest of the night—no,” —I change my mind—“for the rest of our lives, you’ll be cumming in my suite—
our
suite.”