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.

JESSY

"Open your legs wide." His voice was deep,commanding, the kind that didn't leave room for questions-it was more like an order I couldn't wait to follow, laced with that rough edge that always made my pulse quicken.

"Sure, Daddy," I whispered back, spreading my legs as far as they'd go, my thighs quivering just from the way he looked at me. The vulnerability hit me hard, exposed like that on the bed, but it only fueled the heat building low in my belly. I wanted him to see everything, to take everything.

There he stood at the foot of the bed, his massive cock rock-hard and ready, pointing right at me like it knew exactly where it belonged. Veins throbbed along its length, the head glistening slightly in the dim light filtering through the curtains. He was all muscle and shadow, broad shoulders rolling as he shifted his weight, his abs flexing with each controlled breath. Those dark eyes-Uncle Moretti's eyes-raked over me, hungry and unapologetic, making me feel like I was the only thing in his world right now. God, it was so wrong, dreaming of him as my uncle, but in this haze, it felt intoxicating, forbidden fruit I craved more than anything.

I was sprawled out naked on the sheets, my skin glowing a little from the sweat already building, my waist beads shifting with every shallow breath, the tiny beads cool against my heated flesh. They were a gift from him in the dream ...something he'd slipped around my hips last time, whispering how they made me look like his personal treasure. I'd been wet the second I heard his voice, that low rumble vibrating through the room, but when he touched me....his rough hand sliding up my inner thigh, calluses scraping lightly against my smooth skin...I moaned, pure pleasure ripping through me like electricity. His fingers were deliberate, tracing patterns that left goosebumps in their wake, inching higher until they brushed the edge of my folds, teasing but not committing.

He didn't rush. No, Uncle Moretti..Daddy..never rushed. He loved the build-up, the way it made me squirm. He knelt down slowly between my legs, his broad frame filling the space, shoulders brushing my thighs as he settled in. His breath was hot against my core, fanning over me in waves that had me arching already. "Look at you, little one," he murmured, his lips so close I could feel the vibration of his words. "So wet for your uncle. You've been thinking about this all day?" His voice was gravelly, thick with desire, and it sent a fresh gush of arousal through me.

Before I could answer, his mouth was on me. Not gentle....no, he dove in like a man starved, his tongue flat and broad as it licked a slow, firm stripe from my entrance up to my clit. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as I pulled him closer. He chuckled against me, the sound humming through my sensitive nerves, making me buck my hips. "Easy, baby girl," he said, but there was no mercy in it. He pinned my thighs wider with his strong hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding me open for him.

His tongue worked in circles now, lazy at first around my clit, building the pressure agonizingly slow. Every flick sent sparks shooting up my spine, my breaths coming in short pants. Then he sucked-gentle pulls that had me whimpering, my head thrown back against the pillow. "Daddy... fuck," I breathed, the word slipping out unfiltered. He rewarded me by increasing the pace, his tongue dipping lower to taste me fully, pushing inside me in shallow thrusts that mimicked what I really wanted. I was dripping now, coating his chin, but he didn't care-he lapped it up like it was nectar.

One hand left my thigh, and I felt his fingers join the assault. He teased my entrance with a single digit, circling the slick opening before sliding in slow, so slow I could feel every inch. "So tight," he growled, adding a second finger, stretching me just enough to make me moan louder. He curled them upward, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Pump, curl, repeat-his rhythm was relentless, fingers fucking me while his mouth never left my clit, sucking and licking in perfect sync.

I was climbing, the tension coiling tight in my core, but he knew-he always knew when I was close. He pulled back just a fraction, his fingers stilling inside me. "Not yet," he said, voice husky, eyes locked on mine as he licked his lips. "I want to hear you beg for it. Tell Daddy what you need."

"Please," I whimpered, my body trembling, hips grinding against his hand for any friction. "Please, Daddy, don't stop. I need more... I need you."

He smirked, that dark, possessive smile that made my heart stutter. "Good girl." His fingers started moving again, faster this time, scissoring inside me to stretch me wider. His free hand roamed up my body, palming my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple until it pebbled hard under his touch. He pinched lightly, the sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to my clit, where his mouth returned with renewed vigor. Tongue lashing, fingers thrusting, hand teasing- it was overload, every sense consumed by him.

Sweat beaded on my skin, the waist beads sticking slightly as I writhed. "Oh God, Daddy... I'm gonna-" But he pulled away again, leaving me hanging on the edge, a frustrated cry escaping my lips.

"Not without permission," he said, standing up now, his cock bobbing heavily between us. He stroked himself lazily, the sight making my mouth water. Precum beaded at the tip, and I wanted to taste it, but this was his game. "You want this?" he asked, voice low and teasing as he stepped closer.

"Yes," I blurted out, no hesitation, my eyes fixed on him. "Fuck me, Daddy. I need it so bad. Please, Uncle... take me."

The word "uncle" hung in the air, adding that twisted layer that made it all hotter. He groaned, like it affected him too, and positioned himself between my legs. But he wasn't done playing. Oh no-he loved drawing it out, making me crazy with want. He grabbed the base of his cock, thick and pulsing in his grip, and used the tip to tease me.

Rubbing it along my folds, up and down, coating himself in my wetness. He pressed against my clit, circling it with the head, the slick slide sending jolts through me. Then lower, dipping just the tip into my entrance, stretching me open the tiniest bit before pulling back.

"Daddy... please," I begged, my hands reaching for him, nails digging into his arms.