Page 114 of Unwrapping Deviance

“What book is that from? I’ll reenact every fucking chapter with you.”

My little deviant blushes and gives a tiny giggle. “That wasn’t from a book. Just something ... I thought up...”

If we weren’t clearly visible to a whole herd of people, I would fuck her right there. Sink my cock into her while she finishes telling me the rest of that fantasy.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart? Do you want your uncle to do dirty things to his brother’s baby girl?”

The smiles are gone for both of us. She’s peering up at me with need in her eyes and my cock is begging to get back inside her tight cunt.

“Would that be wrong?” she asks quietly.

If my heart wasn’t thumping in my head, I would laugh at the question. I would point out that Daniel and I aren’t people to judge anyone else on their kinks. We both have a few no one else would understand.

“No.” I bend and pull her up into my arms. Her legs swing around my hip and I press her into the tree for leverage. “I don’t care what you call me as long as it makes your pussy wet.”

She kisses me.

She twines her arms around my neck and takes my mouth in a heated meeting that makes my toes curl in my boots. The whole time, her fantasy plays in my head.

Uncle Christian.

It would eventually grow on me, but if my brat wants her uncle to slip into her bed and do dirty things to her, I’ll play the role. I’ll play out all her dirty fantasies.

“What else does my brat want her uncle to do to her?”

I don’t miss the little hitch in her inhale or the quick tightening of her legs around me. She’s uncomfortable but she doesn’t break eye contact when destroying me.

“I want you to make Daddy watch while you commit unspeakable acts on his sweet, little girl.”

Fuck me.

I groan even as I feel the grin turn up my lips. “Oh, you are going to be one dangerous addiction, sweetheart.”

She bites her bottom lip, barely containing her adorable grin. “Take me home, Uncle Christian. I want to show Daddy what you did to me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DANIEL

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What’s taking them so long?

Christian sent me the photos almost an four hours ago and there hasn’t been a peep from either of them.

I can only think he’s got his dick inside her again. Has my baby bent over somewhere, pussy still dripping as he pounds into her. Maybe they’re on the side of the road, over his bike.

I pull my phone out and it immediately opens to a zoomed photo of Mira’s little pussy. Swollen, pink and shiny with cum. Me and Christian trickle down her opening to collect at the puckered hole of her ass.

I swipe to the next picture. My baby sprawled and used, and waiting for me to have my turn.

The wait is killing me.

Having Mira finally, feeling her perfect heat fist my cock, milk my cum, there’s no going back. I can’t chain this monster again after she lay open and wet across my backseat, cunt smeared with Christian’s semen, looking up at me through her thick lashes and calling me Daddy.

Daddy.

I didn’t even fucking know I liked that. Had no idea it would make my dick swell and lose control. I had not meant to fuck her in the backseat of my truck like some teenager. I only wanted to see, to touch. Maybe finger her and watch her cum.

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