Chapter 18: Filthy Crown: Chapter 17

She’s so fucking beautiful, I can’t keep myself from pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

I know it’s wrong, but in this moment I can’t seem to find any fucks to give. It’s been hours since she fell asleep in my arms and every minute has been goddamn torture. Every now and again she wiggles her ass on my lap, her heat rubbing against my aching erection, begging to break free and slide inside her.

Groaning, I let my head fall back, fixing my eyes to the sunroof and begin to count the stars in an effort to kill my raging hard-on. It’s dark now and with us being higher up the mountain, the moon and stars shine bright enough to illuminate the interior of the cabin.

I’m on number thirty when Pen’s breathing changes and I know she’s awake. “What time is—”

Her sharp intake of air lets me know she can feel what I’m sporting. Of course she can fucking feel me. I’m as hard as a damn rock. My dick is hard every time I’m around her, and all he’s got to show for it is my palm.

I’m about to deny his ass once more and lift Pen off of me when she grabs my hands and directs them behind my head, having me hold on to my head rest. “Pen?”

“Shhh.” She presses a soft kiss to my lips, her wet tongue taking a tentative swipe of my lower lip. It’s my undoing.

My hands leave their spot to cup her face, my fingers reaching toward the back of her head and pressing her mouth deeper into mine.

I take like a man starving, being given his final meal. Because that’s what this is. Final. Even as I suck on her tongue and swallow her whimpers, I know I can’t let myself do this again. It’s dirty. It’s wrong.

Her little ass grinds against my cock, the action driving up the frenzy of our kiss. Her hands are wild, pulling at my hair, roaming my chest and grabbing onto my neck before she lifts herself and straddles me. Fuuuuck. Her cunt is pressed right up against me, and so help me god, I can’t stop myself from giving her one hard thrust.

She lets out a yelp that turns into a mewl as she grinds herself on top of me; the sound making precum leak. Christ, I need inside.

A voice in the back of my head is telling me I need to stop. This needs to stop. But my mouth doesn’t get the memo.

Pen whimpers as I break our kiss, my lips trailing down her jawline and onto her neck. Dipping to the hollow, I suck in the tender flesh and taste her. Mine. Something inside me snarls, threatening to kill anyone or anything that dares come near.

Here, in the confines of my truck, she’s mine. Nobody to bear witness to this debauchery. Nobody to see this old man grinding his cock on a young virginal pussy. Young. The one word echoes in my head, and realization of what I’m doing slowly trickles in.

Fuck. She’s young. Too young. I know the age of consent is seventeen here, but even then, I’m too old and surpass the Romeo and Juliet law. If I touched her and anyone found out, my ass would go straight to jail, and then who’d take care of the kids?

“Pen, we have to stop. I’m your uncle, and you’re underage.”

She whines, rolling her hips and grinding against my length, the action making my balls draw up in anticipation. There’s no doubt in my mind that if we kept dry humping like this, I’d end up coming in my pants.

Pen’s breathing is labored, her lids heavy with desire. “But I don’t want to stop.”

I grip her jaw with one hand before pressing a hard kiss to her lips. “Trust me, baby. I don’t want to stop either, but I can’t keep doing this. I’m human and if we keep at it, I won’t be able to stop. Not until my cock is buried deep inside that wet cunt, filling you up and making you mine.”

Pen’s body shudders at my words, her eyes twinkling with desire. “Yes, Daddy.”

A deep chuckle rumbles through me, my head flinging back into the headrest. “You’re seventeen, Pen. I can’t. No matter how bad I want to, I can’t.”

Her lips purse to the side, her eyes narrowing on mine. “But if I weren’t, then you’d take me? Make me yours?”

My dick twitches at her words, the movement causing Pen to squeal.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I give her a squeeze. “Princess, there isn’t a man on this earth that could stop me.”

A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she quirks a brow. “Well, just because you can’t do anything doesn’t mean I can’t.”

“Penelope,” I warn, my voice coming out low and deliberate.

“What? You can’t get into trouble if you’re not doing anything.” She grabs hold of my wrists, directing my hands behind my head and making them grip onto the headrest like she’d done before.

May god have mercy on my soul because the look in her eyes tells me she’s got this all figured out and I don’t stand a chance in hell. Which is perfect, because at this rate, I’ve bought myself a one-way ticket there.

Penelope

I’m nervous as hell, but I’m also on fire with need. It’s like my whole body had been dormant, waiting for him to set it ablaze. All of my crazy teenage hormones were put on lockdown, only to have Jack set them free.

And now that they’re out, there’s no putting them back. My need for his body overpowers whatever reservations I have, making my hands travel down his arms and onto his chest. They explore the hard planes of his pecs, down the hard ridges of his abs, reveling in the gloriousness of his body. God, he’s delicious. So much hotter than the dumb guys at my prep school.

“Don’t move your hands. Remember. No touching, Daddy.” Jack groans at my words, his length bumping against my ass as I slide off of him and onto the bench seat.

“Princess, this isn’t a good idea. I’m a grown man. You shouldn’t be touching me like this.” There’s pain in his eyes and the need to make it go away is visceral.

“I just want to make you feel good.” My hands travel up his thighs and to his belt. I have no clue what I’m doing, but I’ve seen enough porn to get the gist of it. “Please, can I touch you? Can I put you in my mouth, Daddy?”

I know this game we’re playing is sick. But I don’t care. He’s almost twice my age and my uncle, add to that this sinfully delicious role playing and it’s enough to send most running for the hills. But me? I fucking love it. It makes every part of me light up with need. The need to make him cum. To make him happy. To make him whole.

His jaw clenches, but he closes his eyes and nods yes. Taking his permission and running with it, I undo his belt, lowering his pants as far as I can until he helps me by lifting himself closer to me and allowing me to take him out.

Pulling down his boxers, his hard flesh pops free, the mushroom tip tapping my lip in greeting. Jack groans and looking up, I see his eyes are trained on my mouth, his nostrils flaring in anticipation.

“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about your pouty lips taking my fat cock. This is like a wet dream come true.”

I whimper, the need to taste him overwhelming. With his eyes still on me, I hesitantly lick his bulbous head before taking it all in. Jack’s legs shake and his breath shudders. Even though I’m inexperienced, I know I must be doing something right.

“I’ve never done this before.” I poke my tongue out and give him another little lick. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you need.”

Jack’s eyes narrow before closing, his chest rising and falling with a deep intake of breath. “Baby, you’re not ready for what I need. What I need is to throw you over this bench seat, rip your little panties off and fuck you raw.”

My whole body shivers, wanting the very thing he’s just said.

His hand reaches for me but I stop him. “Naughty, Daddy. No touching. Only talking. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better.” I grip his rigid flesh and give one hard pull before dropping my mouth over it and sucking him in as deep as I can go. Pressing my tongue to the underside, I ease back, slowly releasing him with a pop. “Does that help?”

I look up at him through hooded lids and see his clenched jaw and bared teeth. “Christ, Pen. I almost came down your throat. How can a sweet little virgin suck cock so good?”

His compliment makes my cheeks heat, encouraging me to keep going. Lowering myself back onto his flesh, I take his length deep; the action making me gag.

“That’s right, baby. Swallow Daddy’s big cock. Make me feel good.” His words come out through gritted teeth, the filthiness of it all making my pussy tingle and clench.

I work myself up to his tip, swirling around his head before coming back down until he hits the back of my throat, and then I do as he asked. I swallow.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Baby, that’s right. Choke my cock with your sweet little throat.” He’s trying to hold himself as still as possible, the action making his entire body vibrate. “Jesus, you love Daddy’s cock. Don’t you, my dirty little girl?”

I whine around his length; the vibration making it jolt up and shove farther down my throat. I’m gagging, tears streaming down my face, but I’m so damn happy. I’m doing this to him. Making him so lost in our lust that he’s giving in to me.

“Pull back, Princess. I don’t want to hurt you, and god knows it’s taking everything in me not to thrust into you like a wild animal.”

I pull back, sucking in some much needed air, keeping one hand at his base and the other traveling down under my dress. I can’t help it. I need to touch myself before I combust.

Jack’s eyes track my movement, his pupils blowing out further and turning his hazel eyes black. “That’s right, Princess. Lift that pretty dress and touch that needy pussy.”

I do as he says, slowly trailing my hand up my leg before slipping my fingers under the cotton of my panties. Jack groans, dropping one of his hands over mine, his grip making me squeeze his cock harder. We both shudder, the forbidden nature of this making it so much hotter.

Painfully slow, he pumps our hands up and down his length, his eyes trained on where my other hand is. “Take your panties off, sweetheart. Show Daddy how wet and ready you are for him.”

Doing the best I can with only one hand, I slide the panties off the rest of the way. I’m about to toss them onto the seat when Jack’s other hand reaches out and grabs them.

My jaw drops open as he brings the wet spot to his nose, taking in a deep inhale. “Christ, Princess. You’re so fucking ripe.”

To my horror, his tongue pokes out, swiping at the drenched fabric. Unfazed, Jack moans in pleasure. “Mmmm. You taste so damn good, just like I knew you would.”

He bucks once into our joint hands, his hand now moving harder and faster. Extending one of his legs onto the bench, he motions for me to get on. “I might not be able to touch right now, but I still need to make sure my little girl gets off. Get on and ride me, baby. Make that little wet cunt of yours feel good for Daddy.”

Oh. My. God. Yes. This is so damn hot, I don’t hesitate for a second.

Straddling his leg, I let my bare flesh grind on his jeans. The friction of the course material against my swollen nub makes me mewl in pleasure. God, this feels so damn good. I can’t imagine what it would feel like to actually have him inside me.

“That’s right, Princess. Ride Daddy’s leg like the dirty little girl you are.” He makes a choked sound, all while he continues to stroke his length with our hands.

I’m rocking back and forth on him, reveling in the sensation, but needing more. I need him inside me. Doing the only thing I can, I lower my mouth and suck on the tip of his cock, our hands coming up to meet my lips with every upward thrust.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn beautiful like this. Sucking my cock while you get yourself off.” He lets out a noise, his movements turning jerky. “God, I won’t last much longer. Make yourself come, baby. Rub that little clit on Daddy.”

His filthy words have my entire body tingling, the pleasure rocketing into a crescendo of sensation, making everything go black as I explode.

“Yes, baby. Take your pleasure. It’s all yours.” Jack grits out, the pumping of our hands never stopping. As soon as I’ve ridden out the last wave of pleasure, Jack’s hands find my waist. He lifts me up and flips me onto my back on the bench seat. Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting up my dress, exposing my core for the world to see.

“Goddamnit. You’re so fucking perfect.” He’s sitting back on his heels, one hand gripping tightly onto his cock, pumping it with hard long tugs. “Mine. Those pouty pink lips are mine.”

“Yours, Jack. All yours.”

Jack releases a feral growl, his hand pumping violently as thick white ropes of cum spray across my mound, the evidence of his love trickling down my lips and teasing my already sensitive nub. I part my legs, showing him more of me, showing him just how dirty he’s made me.

The skin around his eyes crinkles. “God, you’re so filthy and I fucking love it. Never seen something so beautiful.”

I’m burning up from his praise when the interior of the cab is lit up from behind. Headlights. Someone’s pulled up behind us.

“Shit.” Jack jerks my dress down and shoves my panties into his pocket before tucking himself back in.

He’s lowered himself back into his seat, and the smolder that was in his eyes not two minutes ago has vanished. Despite his changed demeanor, the truck smells of sex and I have no doubt that as soon as that window lowers, our visitor will know exactly what we’d been up to.