Jessy

The knock came sharp and sudden, three hard raps that sliced through the humid haze of the room. My heart jack-hammered against my ribs. I froze on my knees,his cum still glistening on my swollen lips, my eyes wide with the same panic flashing through me.

"Is it Mom?" I whispered to myself, panic surging as I yanked the blanket over my naked skin. The fabric clung to me, damp and warm, a poor shield against whatever storm was about to break.

"I'm coming, girl. Wait for me here," he murmured, his voice low and rough, still thick with lust. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, snatching his boxers from the floor. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

He was about six feet tall, every inch of him carved like something out of a fever dream-broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles rippling under golden skin as he pulled the fabric up his powerful thighs.

I'd never believed a man his age could be this hot, this alive with raw, magnetic energy. His dark hair was tousled, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his chest, and when he glanced back at me, those piercing eyes held a promise that made my core throb all over again.

"Yes, Sis Amanda," he called out, his tone shifting to something warm and familial, as if he hadn't just been buried inside me moments ago.

How did he know my mom's name? The thought hit me like a slap, but before I could process it, Mom's voice filtered through the door.

"Is everything fine with you, brother?"

"Jessy!" she called, sharper now. "Jessy, are you in there?"

Huh? This is Jessy? He froze, his back to me, and I saw his lips move in a silent curse. "Fuck," he breathed, so low I almost missed it."I think she's asleep in the other room," he recovered smoothly, stepping toward the door but not opening it fully-just enough to peek out. "I'll let her get to you when she wakes up. Feel at home?"

"Thank you, sis. I saw her and she served me... Hope she wasn't rude to you?"

"Oh, not at all. She's very respectful."

"Okay, I'll get back to you soon. I'm off to the market for some groceries. Take care."

The front door clicked shut moments later, and the house fell into a stunned silence.

He turned slowly, his face pale beneath the stubble, eyes wide with the same horror dawning in my chest. I bolted upright, the blanket slipping, and scrambled off the bed.

"We're good," I snapped, voice rough. "Come back later."

"That was too close," I whispered.

"Get dressed," he said, tossing my clothes at me .His hands shook. What the fuck had I done? He said to himself.

I pulled the dress over her head, the fabric clinging to my curves, and I had to look away or he'd drag me right back to the bed. "I'll... I'll go first," I said, slipping on my sandals.

"Will you text me later?"

"No," I said, too fast. "This never happened."

My face crumpled, but I nodded and left without another word, the door shutting soft behind me

My legs wobbled when I snatched my clothes from the floor and quickly fled to my room.

I was about preparing to the bathroom when a notification popped up my screen..

"Will you come for lectures on Monday".

I read it and threw my phone on the bed after a chuckle skipped my mouth...It was Elorm,my bestfriend i was offering the same course in the collage with.

Minutes later, the front door creaked open again. "Jessy? Honey, you up?"

I was still in my room, heart racing, the taste of him lingering on my tongue. I swallowed hard, smoothed my dress, and stepped into the hallway. "Yeah, Mom. I was... asleep when you knocked earlier."

She smiled, grocery bags in both arms. "Good. Come say hi. Your uncle's here."

Uncle.... The word hit like a brick.

Mom led me to the living room where he stood-Mark-hands in his pockets, pretending to study a family photo on the wall. He turned when we entered, and our eyes locked for a split second before he forced a smile.

"Jessy, this is Uncle Mark. My little brother-well, younger brother," Mom corrected with a laugh. "Our mom passed when I was twelve, so I raised him. He's been more like a big brother to you than an uncle, hasn't he?"

Mark extended a hand. "Hey, niece."

His palm was warm,too warm. I shook it quickly, mumbling, "Hi."

Mom didn't notice the tension. "He's staying a few days. Be nice, okay? I'm jumping in the shower-long shift ahead." She kissed my forehead and disappeared down the hall.

The second her door clicked shut, Mark and I stood frozen. He opened his mouth, closed it, then muttered, "Jessy, we-"

But I was already moving, legs carrying me to the bathroom before he could finish. I locked the door, turned the shower on full blast, and stripped. The hot water hit my skin like needles, but it couldn't scrub away the ache between my thighs.

I leaned against the tile, eyes closed, and the memories crashed in.

His cock in my mouth. The way he'd growled slut

How I'd swallowed him down like I was born for it.

My hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit-swollen, slick, desperate. I rubbed slow circles at first, teasing, remembering how he'd yanked my hair, how his cum had dripped down my chin.

Faster now,Harder....harderrrr!!!

I bit my lip to stay quiet, hips rocking into my hand.

Daddy!!!,The word slipped into my mind unbidden, filthy and perfect.

My fingers plunged inside, two, then three, curling deep. I fucked myself against my palm, water pounding my back, breath hitching.

"Good girl,Take it deeper,deeper."

I was close,so close that i could'nt control myself

"Ah-ah-rrhggggg... I'm cumming, fuckkk this is soo good, Daddy!"

Mark Moretti

"What have I done? I brushed my hand through my hair like i was getting crazy.

I'd fucked my own niece. My sister's daughter. The little girl I used to carry on my shoulders, who cried into my shirt when her dad left.

"Sweet, innocent Jessy with those big hazel eyes and that soft, trusting smile. And I'd turned her into... into that.A trembling, moaning mess on her knees, begging for my cock like some desperate whore.

"Pendejo de mierda," I hissed under my breath, the Spanish slipping out like venom. 'Fucking idiot'. I slammed my fist into the tile. The pain shot up my arm, sharp and real, but it wasn't enough. Nothing would be enough.

I'd been waiting for Carla;the girl from the club whom my friend introduced me to her anonymously. "Call me when you're ready to ruin me." I did,texted her the house address and told her to knock three times.

Three knocks,that's all it took.

I was already hard when I heard it-pent-up, frustrated, half-drunk on lust and whiskey. When she swung the door open, expecting Carla's smirk, her painted lips, not knowing it Jessy in that little sundress, hair damp from the summer heat, eyes wide and confused.

I called her slut, made her kneel ,came in her mouth and told her she was f***cking good.

Dios mío, what kind of man am I?

I turned the water colder, letting it bite into my skin. My cock twitched again-just the memory of her lips stretched around me, her throat working, tears in her eyes-and I wanted to vomit. I grabbed the soap, scrubbed my skin raw, trying to erase her scent, her taste, the way her pussy clenched when I-

"No ....Stop, had to stop.

I'd been in a rush ,desperate and lonely. Amanda was at work, the house too quiet, and all I could think about was burying myself in someone-anyone-to forget the years of nothing. Carla was supposed to be that. A transaction, a release. But Jessy was the one who walked in at the exact wrong second.

And I didn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

"Perdóname, Jessy," I whispered to the empty shower, voice cracking. Forgive me."

Jessy

"Are you in agreement to what I told you?" Mom asked, her voice soft but firm, the way it always got when she was laying down rules.

I nodded, half-distracted, scrolling through the flood of texts from Jas. "Yes, sure, Mom."

"Moretti has been our-"

"Mom, please, I'll be late for lectures. Jas has been texting me since dawn. I've got exams to write." I slung my bag over my shoulder, already edging toward the door. "This is the *fourth* time you've said this about him, but you still keep repeating. I will obey whatever he says."

"Good girl," she said, satisfied. "Will you be here tonight?"

"Erm... please, I can't tell for now." "Come home when you have time. Do not waste time."

"Okay, Mom." I kissed her cheek and bolted, the screen door banging shut behind me.

She'd told me last night-Uncle Mark was moving to the next town, ten minutes away. Some sprawling mansion on the hill, all glass and stone, the kind of place that screamed money.Big mogul, I thought, speeding my steps hard down the street.

Mom always bragged about how he'd "made it big" after years of hustling. I tried to shove the memory of yesterday,it was a new day,fresh start.

*****

"Nelson broke up with you?"

Elorm's voice cut through the lecture hall buzz. We were in the back row, pretending to take notes while the professor droned on about macroeconomics.

"C'mon, girl, you don't deserve that jerk," she whispered, nudging me with her elbow. "See, I can assure you-there is one hot business tycoon I know..."

I laughed, loud enough that the girl in front turned to glare. "Girl, anything about girls count me out."

The lecturer wrapped up ten minutes later. We spilled out into the hallway, sunlight pouring through the windows, and headed straight for the campus café.

"So that bastard left you for real," Elorm said the second we sat with our iced lattes.

"See? Understand me-date someone who is manly and hotter than that ex of yours." She leaned in, eyes gleaming. "I'm serious, Jess. This guy? Older. Loaded. Total DILF energy. My cousin's friend works for him-says he's got a voice like gravel and hands that could-"

"Elorm," I groaned, stirring my straw. "I'm not looking."

But my mind flashed-six feet tall, muscles like carved marble, dark hair, stubble, eyes that pinned me in place. I swallowed hard.My latte nearly slipped

I stared at her, throat dry. "Wait... your cousin's boss? Moved here recently?"

She grinned. "Yup. My cousin says he's single, intense, and-get this,he's looking for someone ,young and sweet to keep him company. Said he mentioned a girl with hazel eyes and a smart mouth."

My pulse thundered in my ears."Earth to Jess?" Elorm waved a hand. "You okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

I forced a smile. "Yeah...Just... exams.

"You say that now," she teased, "but wait till you see him. I will let you meet him tomorrow ,prepare to loose your vcard..

******

Mom pressed the warm dish into my hands.

"Take this to your uncle,he is supposed to eat fresh foods and not junks."

I sighed...! "Mom, why worry so much about him,hes not a kid.?"

As i said,he is not supposed to be eating any food at all,he just moved him here and has no one to cook for him.. She kept scrubbing. "Family helps family. Ten minute,. Go!"

I stepped outside. Night air was thick and hot. Bugs buzzed loud. The big house sat high on the hill. Lights glowed. Gates stood tall. Cameras watched.

I pressed the gate button. It opened slow.

I walked the long driveway. Gravel crunched under my shoes. My heart beat fast.

I knocked on the huge door and it opened quick.

Uncle Mark filled the doorway. He was not with no shirt but only gray shorts. His chest was hard, wet with sweat. Muscles moved when he breathed. His eyes looked at me-slow, hot, hungry.

"Mr. Moretti," I said, voice small. "Mom sent food."

He took the dish and i was touched by his warm fingers..

"Sorry if my guards scared you," he said. "I heard a sexy voice on the speaker. Had to see who it was." He smiled a little. "Sorry I said *sexy*."

My face burned.

"You are my dad now," I whispered. "I can call you Daddy."

His eyes went black and Wild. He set the dish down hard. Grabbed my waist. Pulled me inside. Slammed the door.

His mouth crashed on mine and started kissing me deeply .. kissed back,hard and hungry.

He pushed me to the wall. My back hit hard. His hands went under my skirt....straight under my panties. His fingers found my wet pussy. He rubbed my clit-slow, then fast.

I moaned loud. "Arghhhh-"

He slid two thick fingers inside me. Pumped in and out. His thumb kept rubbing my clit. Wet sounds filled the room.

"You want Daddy's cock?" he growled in my ear.

"Yes... please..." I begged. My legs shook.

He pulled his fingers out and i whimpered...

He spun me around,held my face to the wall and yanked my panties down to my ankles. I heard his shorts drop.

His cock-big, hot, hard-pressed between my legs. Rubbed my wet slit.

I pushed back. "Please-"

He grabbed my hips. Pushed in-one long, deep thrust.

I screamed. "Ahhh-fuck!"

He filled me,Stretched me wide....So full that it was soo good.

He pulled back and slammed in again and again.

The wall shook,my tits bounced. His hand reached around, rubbed my clit fast.

I came hard. "Daddy-yes-cumming!"

My pussy squeezed him. Juices ran down my legs.

He groaned.

" Fucked me faster,my skin slapped loud and he pulled my hair. Bit my neck. "Take it, baby. Take Daddy's big cock."

I pushed back and met every thrust..i was wet,wild and loud.

"Do you like it".

He asked and i hurriedly breathe under a moan..

"Yes...Yes....it's f***cking good!

He carried me to the couch,dropped me down and spread my legs wide.

He knelt between them. His mouth on my pussy and started licking my clits again...

I grabbed his head. "Daddy-don't stop!"

He licked fast. Two fingers inside me...

" Hit the spot"...Ahhhhggg!!

I came again-shaking, crying, hips bucking.

He stood up and his cock dripping...

He aimed at my mouth, I opened wide and took him deep..

"Sucked hard..i skipped my lips and i tasted my pussy on him.

He fucked my mouth as he placed his hand in my hair. "Good girl.....fuck Daddy...."I repeated..

I gagged,drooled....Yes,i loved it....

He pulled out,Flipped me on my stomach and raised my ass up.

"Rub your clit on my cock...He said ..."

I did without hesitation and it felt soo good..

I screamed into the couch. "Daddy-fuck-yes!"

He pounded and his valls slapped my clit. One hand on my throat and the other one hand rubbing my clit.

I came again...hard.My Legs shook and my pussy clenched tight.

He groaned loud...pulled his fingers out fast..a hot cum shot on my back, my ass, my thighs.

We fell together and breathed hard...

He held me close and kissed my hair.

Then his voice turned cold.

"Go home now... Don't come back."

I stood slow,pulled up my panties and fixed my skirt. With my wobbly legs ,i aimed at his exit door.

The study was dead quiet except for the low hum of the AC and the ice cracking in my glass. I hadn't taken a sip. I couldn't..My pulse was still lodged in my throat from the last time I'd buried myself inside Jessy-her tight little body shaking, my name ripping out of her like a prayer.

I'd told her to get out but i really felt her presence..

And here I was, my cock hard under the desk like a teenager, replaying the way she'd sucked me clean. The tiger stripes on her hips where I'd gripped too hard. The way she'd *whimpered* when I pulled her hair.

Pro-level mouth on a girl who still blushed when I said *fuck*.

I was losing it.

The burner in the drawer hadn't buzzed in months. The legit phone, though-this one lit up.

"Hey Moretti. Word is you're back,living clean. "

I thumbed back fast.

Who the fuck is this?

Call connected. That laugh-greasy, high-school hallway, cigarette smoke behind the gym.

"Joshua, you paranoid prick. Still jumping at shadows?"

I leaned back, let the silence stretch. "Talk."

"Damn, man. Cold as ever;It's me-*Joshua*....Track team? Senior prank with the principal's Benz? You really forgot?"

Memory clicked...Joshua Park used to fence stolen phones, bragged about his uncle in the Korean mob. Small-time. Always sniffing for a bigger bone.

"Yeah. I remember. What do you want?"

"Heard you're out of the game. All suits and boardrooms now. That true?"

"Clean," I said.

He laughed again, louder. "Bullshit. You don't quit. Not *you*. The grabs ,The hits. The blackmail drops in Manila, Prague, that thing in Bogotá-word is that was *your* signature. You really gonna pretend you're done?"

My jaw flexed. "I know I couldn't just stop. I'm still in the game-but I'm careful. One wrong move and the feds crawl up my ass.....Or worse."

"Careful?" He snorted. "You? Mr. 'Leave No Witnesses'? Come on. You're either lying to me or to yourself."

I stood slow, walked to the window. The hill dropped away into black nothing. Somewhere down there, Jessy was probably touching herself thinking of me.

"Joshua," I said, voice flat, "if you're here to play games, I'll bury you in the foundation of this house and pour concrete over your smart mouth. You want a meet? Fine. But you come alone. You bring heat, you bring eyes-I'll know. And I'll carve your tongue out and mail it to your mother. Clear?"

"...Crystal, man. Just... catching up."

"Catch up somewhere else."

I killed the call.

JESSY

The library smelled like old paper and burnt coffee, same as always. I had the corner table by the window, the one with the wobbly leg, my macroeconomics notes spread out like a crime scene. Elorm slid into the seat across from me, iced latte in one hand, phone in the other, eyes sparkling like she was about to drop gossip that could restart wars.

"Girl, listen," she whispered, leaning in so close I could smell her vanilla lip gloss. "I *told* you I'd hook you up. His name's Jeffery. Jeffery ;Captain of the rowing team. Six-three, skin like dark honey, smile that could get you pregnant just looking at it."

I rolled my eyes, but my stomach did a little flip. Not because of Jeffery-because the last time someone described a guy like that to me, I ended up bent over a couch screaming *Daddy*.

"Elorm, slow down. Every girl on campus has a 'Jeffery' story. Remember Chioma last semester? Swore he was 'different,' then found him in the engineering lab with twins."

Elorm waved me off. "That was Tobi...Jeffery's not like that. He doesn't even post girls. No thirst traps, no 'soft launch' bullshit. My cousin's roommate is on the team-says Jeffery's been single since first year. Focused, polite. Rich-rich.Like, his dad owns half the new mall downtown."

I chewed my pen. "So he's not a fuckboy?"

"Zero playboy energy. He asked about you specifically-said he saw you at the last econ lecture, back row, laughing at something on your phone. Wanted to know if you were seeing anyone."

My laugh came out sharp. "Great. So he's been stalking me."

"*Scouting,* Jess. There's a difference." She grinned. "He'll be here in, like, two minutes. Fix your hair."

I tugged at my ponytail, suddenly hyper-aware of the frayed hem of my denim skirt. "I look fine."

"You look like you just rolled out of a situationship," she teased. "Which, fair. But *comport yourself.*"

We talked for maybe two minutes-her listing Jeffery's stats like he was a Pokémon card (GPA 3.9, speaks three languages, drives a matte-black G-Wagon but "never flexes")..

He moved like the library belonged to him, but quietly. No loud greetings, no entourage. Just a navy polo stretched across shoulders that definitely rowed, khaki shorts, pristine white sneakers. His watch caught the light-subtle, expensive. When he smiled, it was slow, one corner of his mouth first, like he was testing if you deserved the full thing.

"Ladies," he said, voice low and smooth, the kind that didn't need to try. "Elorm. And you must be Jessy."

He extended a hand. His grip was warm, firm, but not the crushing kind guys do to prove something. His eyes-deep brown, gold flecks-held mine a second longer than polite.

"Hi," I managed. My voice sounded small. *Get it together.*

Elorm kicked me under the table. "Jeffery, Jessy's the one I told you about. Top of the class, zero filter, secretly a softie."

He chuckled. "I like all three."

The girls at the next table weren't even pretending to study anymore. One whispered, "*That's him. Told you he smells like money.*" Another: "*Watch him ghost her in 0.2 seconds-he's too fine to commit.*"

I wanted to roll my eyes. That's how it always went. Girls ranked boys like stock options: *hot but broke, sweet but clingy, rich but rude.* Jeffery checked every box except the one that mattered-*he wasn't Mark.*

Jeffery pulled out a chair, sat like he had all the time in the world. "I've got a seminar in ten, but-Jessy, let's meet tomorrow. Café by the fountain, 3 p.m.? Just us. No pressure."

I blinked. "Uh... sure?"

"Cool." He stood, flashed that half-smile again. "See you."

He left. The table of girls exhaled like one organism.

Elorm squealed. "*Personal talk?* He's *into* you!"

I stared at my notes. The numbers blurred.

Jeffery was perfect.

Perfect was boring.

Because last night, I'd been on my knees in a mansion on the hill, choking on a man twice my age who'd growled *good girl* while he painted my throat. Mark Moretti didn't *ask for coffee. He took. He sucked my worries out of my brain until the only thing left was *more, please, harder.

I couldn't keep doing this-sneaking, lying, coming home with his bite marks under my hoodie. But God, I wanted to. I wanted him to ruin me again. And again. Until Jeffery and every other boy felt like a coloring book next to a wildfire.