Mafia Daddies Between My Thighs

Chapter 20: Chapter TWENTY

ANGEL

Damien pinched my right nipple tightly between his calloused thumb and index finger, twisting it savagely. He pulled up, stretching the tender flesh until I gasped, before releasing it with a punishing, painful flick.

Tears burst from my eyes, leaking down my cheeks.

Should I just call him Uncle?! I used to call him that when I was little, but the word felt corrupt now—filthy and twisted.

”N-no... please, Uncle, I’m s-sorry! I won’t use your name again!”

”You’re learning fast, brat,” he whispered, his fingers slowly circling the wet, swollen peak, poised to inflict more pain. ”You should just be a good little whore like this. Look at your tits—they’re completely red for me.”

His palm palmed my bruised breast, and then I felt a sudden change. Not his fingers. Something hotter. Much warmer. And soaking wet.

”No, U-uncle, don’t!” I writhed against the binds.

His rough tongue dragged across my areola, leaving a trail of scalding wetness before his mouth fully enclosed my breast. He sucked hard. A nasty, loud slurping sound filled the air as he stuffed as much of my soft tit into his mouth as he could, taking greedy, wet bites of my flesh. His dark stubble scratched against my sensitive skin, sending a dangerous, electric shiver straight down my spine.

”U-uncle, please...” I sobbed, squirming as he gathered both of my breasts and squeezed them together with one massive hand.

He buried his face right into my cleavage, inhaling deeply as his hot breath blasted over my wet skin.

”Please what? You want more? Uncle will give you everything you deserve,” he sneered against my flesh.

His mouth was a relentless, possessive vice. He latched onto my left nipple, sucking it deep past his lips with a filthy, hollow pull that made my hips twitch off the bed. He dragged his tongue in slow, heavy circles around the rock-hard peak, lapping up my slick skin like a feral animal.

”You used to tease me with these, didn’t you, Angel?” he rasped, his voice vibrating right against my sternum. ”Parading around the house, making sure I saw how perky they were. Showing me how much you wanted me to suck them like this. You want me to fuck these pretty tits, don’t you?”

”No!” I moaned pitifully, shaking my head.

I hadn’t done that for him! I’d done it to get Daddy’s attention!

”No, what? You were always begging for my hands on you,” he chuckled darkly, his hot lips stretching against my skin. ”You’re right about one thing, though... I’ve jerked myself raw thinking about this exact pair of tits.”

I choked on a breath as he mashed both breasts tightly together again, forcing the swollen nipples to rub against each other. My breathing turned shallow and ragged.

”I’ve wanted to fuck them so bad... to paint them white with my cum. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, little girl?”

”Dam... U-uncle, please no...”

He latched back on, completely ignoring my pleas.

My entire body twitched helplessly every time he switched sides.

Left. Suck.Right. Squeeze. Suck.

Each drag of his tongue was deeper, messier, and more possessive. His thick fingers dug into my soft flesh, kneading me roughly as his lips sealed over my nipples with wet, filthy pops. To my utter horror, a dark, traitorous moisture began to ache between my legs.

”Please... please stop...” I begged, thrashing against the ropes, but he didn’t give me an inch. He only sucked harder, using my pain and arousal like fuel.

If he kept this up, my filthy, broken body was actually going to enjoy it. No, no, no!

”I used to imagine sucking you raw like this,” he murmured, dragging his sharp teeth over my throbbing bud before pulling it back into his mouth. At the same time, his free hand pinched my other neglected nipple hard enough to rip a broken, embarrassingly needy moan from my throat.

I squirmed desperately. ”P-please, Uncle... u-untie me... please...”

Suddenly, his rough, calloused palm slid down my stomach and cupped my inner thigh. I gasped, trying to clamp my legs together, but his hand forced its way between my knees, his long fingers parting my slick, swollen folds. He chuckled directly against my wet breast, the vibrating sound shooting straight into my core.

”Look at you... you’re absolutely dripping,” he mocked softly, blowing a stream of cool air over my wet nipple. ”Too bad we can’t have you cumming just from Uncle sucking your tits. You haven’t earned a real orgasm yet.”

He pulled his mouth away from my chest with a loud, wet snap.

I was weeping silently into the dark when the heavy binds around my ankles suddenly loosened and fell away. A second later, the ropes around my wrists snapped open.

I instinctively tried to curl into a protective ball, but my sore, starved limbs completely refused to cooperate. Every muscle was trembling and weak.

Then, his hands reached up and brutally ripped the blindfold off my face.

The sudden light burned my eyes, making them water frantically. Everything was a blurry, painful glare for a second before my vision finally focused.

Tanned, golden skin.

Ripped, defined abs.

A trail of dark hair disappearing into the unbuttoned waistband of his low-slung, faded blue jeans. And bulging aggressively against the denim was the massive, thick outline of his rock-hard erection—a terrifying, unmistakable rod.

I gulped dryly, an overwhelming wave of dread choking my chest.

My eyes darted upward, skipping over the dark hair dusting his broad chest, past his wide shoulders and sharp, stubble-covered jaw.

Finally, my gaze locked with those piercing grey eyes—staring down at me with dark dominance.