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“Hi!”
Alina’s tone is almost too bright, and Aleksander is instantly suspicious.
“What do you want?” he asks, eyes narrowed as he peers over the top of his newspaper, scanning her from head to toe. He comes to the conclusion that she probably wants money to go out. If so, she’s going to need to change out of her skimpy little outfit. It doesn’t matter that the dress has sleeves and a nice little collar, it’s far too short. Aleksander thinks he’d be able to see her cunt if she bent over and that won’t do. He doesn’t want men to be leering at her inappropriately.
Her eyes dart nervously around the apartment, “Where’s—”
“He’s out.” Aleksander assumes she’s referring to his charming brother and wonders whether he would have been her next target if he were to deny her. He never can though. He’s already set aside his newspaper, reaching for his wallet—discarded on the coffee table—when her next words give him pause.
“Do you think we’ll have time?” she asks.
“Why wouldn’t we have time? Time for—”
Alina slides herself onto his lap like she’s done this a million times before, loops her arms around his neck and rolls her hips against his crotch.
“What the fuck! Alina!” His hands tightening on her waist don’t do anything to dissuade her and when he grips her thigh to try and push her off, heaven help him, he manages to slide it up under the hem of her dress.
“Please, Uncle Sasha,” she whines, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of his mouth, hands fisted in the neckline of his jumper. “We can be quick, I promise. Sasha, please.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Is that what you want?” Gives up trying to push her off his lap. Grabs a handful of hair and wrenches her head back just enough that she’ll feel the sting of it. “When did you become such a little whore? Hm? Desperate for a quick fuck?”
“Yes,” she sighs, grinding down against him. “I already…”
She trails off when he bucks up against her, leans in close, mouth against her own as he asks, “You already what?”
It’s only then that he notices the warmth, the wetness, soaking into the front of his pants. Glances down, slides the hand on her thigh higher, pushing that stupid little dress up, up, up. No underwear. Slickness glistening in the afternoon light that floods the apartment.
“Such a little slut,” he murmurs, fingers slipping towards her slit. He cannot believe she’s letting him touch her like this. She’s so wet, so ready for him. It’s nothing for him to slide a finger inside her tight little cunt. “Did you get yourself ready for me, Baby?”
Alina lifts herself up on her knees, clenches around his finger and the only thing Aleksander can think about is how exquisite she’ll feel around his cock. He presses a second finger at her entrance and Alina almost rushes to take him inside. Greedy little thing. She’s so soft, so warm, so perfect. He tells her as much and is rewarded with a shy smile. God, Aleksander loves Alina’s smiles.
“This little cunt was made for me,” he hisses, crooking his fingers and watching her eyes widen, her mouth opening in a silent gasp.
“Just for you, Sasha. Only you.”
He can’t restrain himself any longer. Leans in and kisses her, claiming and demanding. Bites down on her plush lip because he wants to punish her for being so brazen. For thinking she could come in here and have her way with him. When she whimpers, he soothes the sting away with a swipe of his tongue. Licks into her mouth and despite the wrongness of the action, she tastes like home.
Aleksander doesn’t care that they shouldn’t be doing this. That he shouldn’t know what the inside of her pussy feels like, nor the sounds she makes when he circles her clit with his thumb. He’s so hard it hurts and all he wants is to be inside her.
His hand trails from her hair, around her neck where he gives a little warning squeeze because she’s so fucking loud. Anybody could hear them. His brother could come home and hear them. And wouldn’t that be terrible and satisfying all the same? Because he’s fucking their perfect little Alina, who isn’t so perfect after all.
“Sasha,” her hands are fumbling with his belt and although he wants to be inside her, what he wants even more is to see all of her first. “I want you now.”
He pulls his fingers from her pussy, ignoring her displeased whine. Presses them against her mouth and marvels at the way she sucks them, tongue licking away her essence. Thinks about what that mouth could do wrapped around his cock.
“Can you taste what a little slut you are? What happened to Daddy’s good little girl, Baby?” Alina whimpers around his fingers as he presses down on her tongue. “You grew up to be such a little whore, didn’t you?”
She nods and he finally slides his fingers from her mouth and licks away her spit. Aleksander imagines he can still taste her cunt. He wishes they had time enough for him to taste her properly, but his brother could come home at any moment.
“I want you naked, Baby,” he swoops in for another kiss, filthy and brief. “Take this ridiculous little dress off.”
“Zip,” she mumbles, hands reaching behind her but he’s already a step ahead of her. Unzipping, hands tracing the newly exposed skin, warm and perfect, the expanse of her back soft beneath his roaming hands. She’s not wearing a bra. He cannot believe her audacity. Was she really so sure he was going to fuck her?
Of course she was. Alina always gets what she wants.
Alina frees her arms from the sleeves, dress pooling at her waist but Aleksander is too busy staring at her tits to help. Perfect. He cups her breasts, brushing his thumbs against her nipples, unable to resist leaning in and sucking them into his mouth one at a time. Tongue flicking against the little piercings as he goes. The chill of them fading away with the heat of his mouth.
“Yes, yes, more,” she begs, clutching his head against her chest as he nips and sucks at her breasts. Grinding down against his hardness as she moans, “Uncle Sasha.”
He grits his teeth at the reminder of who it is exactly she’s fucking. Remembers, vaguely, that time is running out. Not that he particularly cares.
“Stand up,” he commands, already moving to put her on her feet.
“What?” she sounds dazed, unable to steady herself without his hands on her hips. He tugs her dress off and she steps out of it.
Aleksander’s little princess, perfectly naked and marked in front of him, red blooms springing up on her skin from his attentions. He cannot resist pinching a nipple and watching her squirm. Before he can lose himself in the view of her body, he steps around her.
“On your knees, Baby,” he says, hand at her back urging her to kneel on the couch. She’s got a perfect view of the entryway now. She’ll be the first thing his brother sees when he comes home: their Alina being fucked open and loving it.
“Sasha, please,” she pushes her hips back, cunt on display, still dripping for his cock.
“Fuck,” he breathes. How did he get so lucky? He bends down ever so briefly to mouth at her pussy. Drags his tongue from her clit to the pucker of her ass. Loving the way she thrusts greedily back against him.
“We don’t…oh fuck…” she gasps as he tongues through her folds again. “We don’t have time.”
She’s right, but maybe later he can make time. Can fuck that pretty, virgin ass of hers. Work her open slowly until she’s trembling and begging for him. He has ideas about fucking her in the ass. And because he knows Alina’s such a little cockslut, he also knows she won’t deny him.
“Touch yourself, Baby. Show me how many fingers you can take,” he murmurs as he stands. Slides his belt from the loops of his pants before he undoes them, pushes them down just enough to free his cock. Strokes it lazily, just to take the edge off as Alina struggles to press a fourth finger inside her cunt.
“One more, Baby. I know you can,” he says, thumbing the precum at the tip of his cock.
“I can’t,” she throws him a piteous look over her shoulder. “Uncle Sasha, I can’t.”
“If you want this cock, Baby, you’ll make it fit. Go on, show me how hungry that pussy is.”
She manages just fine, Aleksander thinks. Presses the tip of his cock against her fingers to let her know she’s been good. A reward for stretching herself so well.
He nearly comes the moment her fingers, still sticky from her cunt, finally wrap around his cock, guiding him inside her warmth. His hands fly to her hips, slowing her eager press backwards because he doesn’t want to humiliate himself and spill inside her too soon.
“Patience, Baby,” he mutters, inching forwards.
Alina whines. Earns a smack for it. He swallows at the sight of her ass rippling beneath his hand, at the white imprint of his hand rapidly turning red afterwards. Part of him hopes his brother sees this and knows that Alina is his. First and foremost. That her pretty cunt, the same cunt that’s taking his dick so well, was made for him.
“Sasha, faster,” she begs and he’s not having it. After so many years, Aleksander thinks he’s relatively immune to any kind of whinging.
“You’ll take what I give you, Baby.” Another smack, fucking his cock in to the hilt as he does and luxuriating in the feel of her pussy. So tight. So warm. So good. He doesn’t think anything has ever felt better than this. “Did you think you could just order me around? A desperate little slut, aching for my cock. I’m in charge here, Alina.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, looking over her shoulder, eyes full of tears. “I need you.”
“You need me?” He pulls out slowly, groaning at the way she clenches around him. Grits out, “Want Uncle Sasha to fill you up?”
“Uh huh,” she sighs, arches her back as he sinks inside her once more. One hand slipping to her clit, playing with herself. “Uncle Sasha, please.”
He hates the way it makes him feel when she calls him that. The possessiveness that overcomes him. Decides that any teasing is over as he pulls out once more and thrusts hard enough that the lounge scrapes along the floor and Alina squeaks, both hands gripping the backrest.
“You want it fast?” Aleksander pounds into her and marvels at the way she takes his cock so well. Turned on at the sounds Alina’s pussy makes each time his cock disappears into her.
“Yes!” Alina throws her head back and for a moment he wishes that she was facing him. “Feels so good.”
He’s relentless with his thrusts, she feels like heaven around his cock. Wants to feel her walls squeeze and flutter around the length of him. Wants her greedy pussy to take his cum. Wants to mark her as his own.
“Want to take all my cum? Do you think you could do that for me, Baby?”
“Oh, please,” she gasps, legs shaking, breath hitching.
“You’re such a filthy little cumslut, aren’t you? Pathetic.”
“Yes, I need it,” she reaches back for his hand, drags it up to her breast, encouraging him to touch her. “Want my pussy filled up.”
“Such a good little slut,” Aleksander murmurs lovingly. Squeezes a breast, loving the tiny gasps she lets out as he tugs at her pierced nipples. She’s so fucking sexy like this, all desperate sounds and completely at his mercy. He could play with her body for hours. Maybe he will later tonight. Wants to know if she could come just from him playing with her pretty tits. He bets she could, such a needy little thing, so sensitive, so responsive.
Alina fucks back onto him with vigour, and he thinks she must be close from the way her pussy is beginning to clench. Slows his thrusts on purpose because he doesn’t want it to be over so soon.
“No, no, no,” she sobs, reaching a hand down to touch herself again.
“Don’t even think about it,” he slaps at her hand, pleased when she returns it to the back of the couch. “Good girls don’t get to come until I want them to, Baby.”
“Please,” she begs. “Please let me…”
“Let you what, Alina?” he hisses, blunt fingernails digging crescent moons in the flesh of her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. “Let you come before Daddy gets home, is that it?”
“Uh huh.” Knuckles turning white as she grips the back of the lounge. Arms shaking as she tries not to slump forward from the force of his thrusts. “Uncle Sasha, please.”
From the hallway comes the familiar sound of a key card unlocking the door. Everything will be over soon. He leans over her, mouth hot at her ear with the cruellest of smiles he wishes she could see. Arm wrapping around her waist as he pulls her upright, cock sliding even deeper at this angle. They both moan at the sensation.
“Do you want to know a secret, Princess?”
Aleksander feels the moment she puts it together, feels the tension in her spine, the shocked tightening of her pussy around his cock. She tries to arch away from him but there’ll be none of that. He holds her in place, and she feels so tiny against him. His perfect little Alina.
“Oh, God.” Half whisper, half sob.
And the worst part for her, he thinks, is the fact she can’t stop. Still grinding down on his cock even though she knows. Her cunt is so tight, so perfect, she’s coming just for him. All because of him. Alina sounds so beautiful when she comes.
He slips his hand from her waist, slides it down over her abdomen, fingers finding her slick little clit. She knows, but that doesn’t stop him from saying it out loud as he spills inside her cunt.
“Daddy’s already home.”