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You called him instead of your dad, your voice small and slurred over the phone “Uncle Nik… I don’t feel good… please come get me?”
He could hear the thump of distant bass and laughter in the background, a party where you’d clearly had too much to drink and the room had started spinning.
He came. Of course he did. Nikolai would always do anything for you.
Now you’re straddling his thick thighs on the worn couch, your skirt bunched up around your waist, soaked panties shoved roughly aside. Your hands tremble as you fumble with his belt, clumsy from the vodka, whimpering every time the leather refuses to cooperate.
Nikolai watches you with dark, hooded eyes. One broad palm rests steady and warm against the small of your back; the other cradles your flushed cheek as you pant open mouthed against his lips.
“Easy, malyshka,” he rumbles, his accent thick and low, curling straight into your belly. “Look at you… dripping over me like needy little thing.”
A broken whine tears from your throat. You grind down harder, your slick cunt sliding shamelessly over the heavy bulge still trapped in his jeans. The denim is soaked through now, dark with your arousal.
Heat floods your face, but you can’t stop. Your hips roll on their own, chasing friction, your clit catching just right and dragging a sob from your lips.
“Uncle Nik… please,” you gasp, voice cracking. “Need you. Feels so empty… it aches.”
His lips twitch into a slow smile. He lets you suffer for another heartbeat, lets you rut against him like a desperate puppy, before his hand finally moves. He frees himself with a low hiss- thick, heavy, veins pulsing, the broad head already glistening with precum.
Your eyes widen, a fresh gush of wetness slipping out of you at the sight.
“Uncle Nik… you’re so big,” you breathe, suddenly nervous even through the haze of alcohol.
“Shh. Breathe for me,” he murmurs. One strong hand grips your hip, guiding you up just enough. The other lines the fat head of his cock against your entrance.
You feel it- hot, blunt, far too thick- pressing insistently against your tight little hole.
He doesn’t thrust in right away. He teases. Circles the tip slowly, coating himself in your slick, nudging just the head inside before pulling back, over and over, until your thighs shake, tears prick at your eyes, and you’re sniffling.
“Please- Uncle Nik, I can’t- please just-”
Nikolai’s grip tightens. He pushes in, stretching you open inch by burning inch. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as your cunt struggles to take him. Virgin. He can feel it, the resistance, the way you flutter and whimper, tensing right before the thick head of his cock punches through.
You bury your face in his neck when he finally sinks deeper, deeper, until he bottoms out, hips flush against yours.
A low groan rumbles from his chest as he feels your cunt clench greedily around him, already trying to milk him. “That is… good girl. Taking Uncle Nik so well.”
You’re panting, trembling, every nerve alight as he holds you there, letting you feel every linch splitting you open.
Then he starts to move, shallow, grinding thrusts at first that drag inside you and make stars burst behind your eyelids.
Your moans turn filthy and broken, your hips jerking helplessly as pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your belly.
Nikolai watches your face the entire time, dark eyes burning.
He had taken John Price’s virginity decades ago in some cold, forgotten safehouse.
Now he was buried deep inside his daughter, claiming her virginity too.
Life really does come full circle.
