All Yours Uncle 💋🔞

Before the tension of the room could snap completely Arthur's phone vibrated violently, breaking the awkward silence.the screen lit up showing an encrypted caller id.

Arthur's demeanor changed as his tone became distant and cold, replaced by the cold ruthless mafia don. The doting loving smile was replaced with a scowl as he exuded a strange aura.

“Speak,” he ordered.

Clara watched him like a movie, captivated at how one minute his gaze held hers and the next it looked murderous. She didn't want to think much of it, Arthur was a doctor and sj she shook her head as if to clear the thoughts

“Boss,” the person at the other end started, “ James sterling wants to sue the restaurant for taking his right to eat there and also they demanded to know who had him leave this afternoon else they'd request for emotional damages.”

“Let him sue,” Arthur said and ended the call his face a mask of pure rage. “Uncle Arthur is everything okay?,” Clara asked and before she could think of asking again Arthur was already at her. He didn't give her time to react as his lips found hers quickly. He was rough and gentle at the same time, his large hands gripping her waist and lifting her out of the dining chair and onto the table. Clara gasped as she instinctively wrapped her hands tightly on his broad shoulders, Arthur instinctively carried her from the dining room back to the living room.

He pinned her to the wall next to the charcoal portrait, his body trapping her completely. The contrast between them was staggering, she felt so small, consumed by his large frame, and the sheer dominant aura he radiated.

“ Uncle…..”

Her voice was cut off as his mouth slammed hard onto hers. This time it was faster and filled with emotions, unfiltered and aggressive possessiveness. Arthur devoured her lips, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, claiming her with a feral intensity that made Clara’s knees instantly buckle. If it weren't for his iron grip on her waist, she would have collapsed.

Clara moaned heavily into the kiss, her mind a mess,her shyness completely incinerated by the heat exploding in her belly. Her fingers tangled into his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer, begging for more. Her mind flashed to the sex dream she had just had in the car, and she couldn't help but moan loudly.

Arthur’s hands tore away from her waist, sliding down to the hem of her high waist navy corporate skirt. With one violent tug, he bunched the fabric up around her hips. His massive palm slid underneath, tearing through the thin fabric of her panties until his fingers made direct contact with her swollen, dripping wet pussy.

“Fucking hell, Clara,” Arthur groaned against her lips,his breath ragged as he slid in a finger Into her wet pussy, “ you're so fucking wet for me precious,” he groaned

“ Yes… oh God uncle, please,” she whimpered, aching her back as his thumb found her clitoris, rubbing it with a bruising, rhythmically perfect pressure.

He didn't give her a time to catch her breath as he used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, releasing his monster out. His hard thick rod stood at attention, pulsing with anticipation. He grabbed one of her thighs, hooking it over his hip to open her completely, and without a single word of warning, he drove his massive cock deep inside her.

Clara’s eyes rolled back as a loud, breathless scream tore from her throat. The sheer size of him stretched her to her absolute limits, filling her so completely it borderline ached. This was more painful than the first night they had sex and his cock looks more bigger than before but the friction against her hyper-sensitive walls sent a wave of pure, white-hot ecstasy crashing over her not giving her any moment to think.

Look at me," Arthur commanded through gritted teeth, his veins prominent on his neck as he held himself deep inside her.

Clara forced her heavy eyelids open, her vision blurred with tears of intense pleasure mixed with pain. Arthur was staring down at her with a gaze hard to read, love, lust or possessiveness she couldn't tell.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice dangerously low as he began to pull out slowly, only to slam back in with a heavy, grounding thrust that rattled the frame on the wall. Bang. "That belongs to me. Every inch of you."

“ Yes uncles…Ah,” she screamed after another heavy thrust, “ tell me you're mine,” he commanded, “ I'm yours uncle, “ Arthur, call me by my name,” he corrected her his thrust gething heavy, “ yes Arthur,” she screamed her fingers digging into his leather jacket almost piercing the material.

That broke his last restraint as Arthur went wild. He began to thrust into her with a savage, unyielding pace, lifting her completely off the ground, Every impact of his hips against hers echoed through the silent living room, accompanied by the wet, squelching sounds of their frantic friction. Clara’s moans turned into breathless, high-pitched shrieks as he hit her g-spot repeatedly, sending electric shocks straight through her veins.

Arthur didn't stop there, he pulled out of her abruptly and before Clara could whimper at the sudden emptiness, he scooped her into his arms and stride into the master bedroom, throwing the double doors open.

He tossed her onto the massive king-sized bed. Clara sprawled across the sheets, her corporate top completely unbuttoned, exposing her perky, flushed breasts with their taut, pointed nipples. She looked like a ruined angel, breathless and begging.

Arthur didn't give her a second to recover. He stripped out of his black turtleneck and leather jacket in one fluid motion, revealing the rugged, heavily muscled torso of a man who ruled the criminal underworld. He lunged over her, pinning her wrists above her head with just one of his massive hands.

"Now," Arthur growled, his gaze locking onto her trembling thighs. "Let's see how much of me you can take when I'm not holding back."

He aligned his thick, throbbing cock with her soaking entrance and drove himself in all the way to the hilt. Clara screamed into the pillows, her hips bucking upward instinctively as Arthur unleashed a relentless, punishing rhythm. He thrust into her harder and faster than before, his movements raw and entirely unfiltered, turning the bedroom into a haze of sweat, heavy pants, and desperate cries.

Clara was entirely consumed, her mind fracturing under the sheer intensity of his possession as they both raced toward a shattering