Say Uncle (6 page)

“If it makes you happy,” I murmured as I pulled our lips apart.

“Ass,” she admonished, but the venom was missing from her words. I smiled because I won easily.

“I don’t care. That’s what I want.”

“Well, what if I want to work?” she inquired. Angel didn’t know the truth about me because if she did, she’d understand that it would be a waste.

“She could work for me once in a while,” Ted offered.

I know my brother was trying to help me out, but I wanted him to shut the fuck up. “That could work, but what the fuck for? I have more than enough money for the both of us,” I bellowed.

“No offense, but the salary for a detective isn’t that much,” she responded.

“You didn’t tell her?” Ted let the cat out of the bag. It didn’t matter, really, because nothing would change my mind.

“You didn’t either?” I asked him

“Nope. It wasn’t my business. I wasn’t planning to stay with Candy, and I didn’t know how serious you two were.”

“Tell me what?” she questioned, looking back and forth between us.

I kissed her confused brow. “Baby, Ted isn’t the only one who’s a billionaire. I am one as well. We come from a wealthy family, but our parents were killed, leaving Ted and I with boatloads of money that we invested and tripled. I donate my salary as a detective.”

“For real?” The absolute shock on her face was funny, and Ted couldn’t stop with a little chuckle. We both looked at him and shook our heads.

“Yep, Angel. Your mother thought I was shit compared to Kevin, but I’m not just a civil servant,” I point out. I wanted to laugh about the cash cow. Candy had no idea, and I was going to make Candy aware of my status after Angel married me.

“You’re an amazing man to work even though you don’t have to do it. Now I understand why you don’t want me to work. I’d be stealing a job from someone else,” she replied. At least she didn’t get on me about not telling her about my money.

“Good, so will you marry me this weekend?” I asked while squeezing her tight.

“Are you actually asking?” she asked rhetorically.

“I was, but you’re a smart ass so the question is off the table. You’re going to marry me, understood?” I commanded.

“Yes, Uncle Dean,” she purred in my lap, making my dick hard again.

“Just so you know, I’m still keeping track. You’re racking them up, Angel,” I warned her ass. She was lucky my brother was here because she’d be deep throating me again.

“Oopsies,” she said coyly.

“You’re some kinky motherfuckers, but I’m glad to have contributed to your kinky cause. I’ll meet you for lunch in two hours at the restaurant downstairs.” Shaking his head as I grabbed my woman and kissed her, he left the room.

“So, babe, did you really have a good shower, or do you need me to help you out?” I suggested.

“I had a fantastic shower twice today, but I would definitely like a little assistance,” she whispered, taking my ear into her mouth and grazing it lightly with her teeth.

“Fuck, Angel. How can you be so damn sensual? Lay down, babe. I want to eat your pussy,” I growled and tossed her on the bed.

“You don’t want to spoil your appetite by eating too much.”

“Eating you, baby, only works up an appetite. Hell, I don’t know if we’ll even make it to lunch, so we going to have to feed off each other,” I suggested before bending down to tear off her jeans and panties. My nose went straight for her snatch, taking in her scent like the finest wine, but drinking it up like the only water in the desert.

~~~~

There was a pounding at the door, and I was confused as fuck. I covered up my woman and looked around the room. It wasn’t morning anymore.

“Who is it?” I called out as I tossed on my boxers and looked to make sure she was still covered.

“Hey, Dean. Did you forget about lunch?” Ted roared on the opposite side of the door.

I opened it up partially and stuck only half my body out. “Nope, had my own. Sorry, bro, but this lunch is one I couldn’t share.”

“Thanks for keeping me waiting, you shithead.”

“Sorry, bro. I guess we fell asleep.”

“Damn, you’re getting old. You got knocked out after sex.”

“Nah, after three hot-ass rounds. So stop being a jealous prick. We’ll be getting up in the next ten minutes. If we don’t, you can come knocking again.”

“Fine, but if your ass is not down in twenty, I’m coming back up.” He walked away and I looked at my girl, and damn it, I wanted to go over there and fuck my baby into her again. I was sure I got her bred the first time, but it never hurt to keep trying.

“Up, woman. We gotta go meet Ted. He’s being a little bitch.”

“I’m getting up,” she said. Still sleepy, she yawned and stretched, and fuck if that didn’t set my dick off again. I guess I had twenty minutes until he came back.

“Not yet. Ted can wait.”

“Okay, Uncle Dean,” she said with a sly smile.

“Bounce your ass, babe. I’ve got to hurry. I’m due in the office in an hour.” I was sitting on the sofa buck naked while our six kids were at school. Our youngest just started pre-school because she was a really smart little girl and they took three-year-olds. It was the first time in a long time that I got some afternoon pussy. Fuck me—in the past decade, absolutely shit changed. I was fucking my gorgeous wife daily. We had a wonderful, big family now.

The only time we weren’t fucking was after she had the babies, and I had to wait to be in her snatch. We did do a lot of oral. As soon as her pussy was clear, I dove in daily to make sure her needs were met, and she welcomed me on her knees daily.

Now she was riding me hard. “Get on your knees, Angel.” She jumped off my dick and leaned forward until her hands hit the floor in a damn downward dog position she was always doing in yoga. Fuck, I wanted to fuck her like that, but I didn’t want to throw out her back.

I joined her as she got on all fours. Damn, I was about to nut again, just looking at her. She already emptied my sack into her throat before I tongue fucked her. Yet, I was already about to pop another one nut into her. When she was on her knees, I got a full view of her round ass, and that shit was sexy as hell. It was my time to ride her. I rubbed her slit with my cock as I stroked some pre-come into her pussy.

“Baby, you ready for me?” I grunted as I teased her clit with the tip, sending shivers through her body. She was more than ready to come, but I enjoyed getting her ready to explode.

“Please, Uncle Dean!” she cried out, panting like she was in serious heat. She only called me that when she was really horny and knew I would spank her sweet ass.

“Damn it, Angel. You’re a fucking bad girl,” I moaned. I gave her booty one good whack, stinging the shit out of my hand and welting up her cheek. She cried out and gushed onto my head which was still sitting at her entrance, teasing the fuck out of her. Angel had had enough and took matters into her own pussy. She pushed back onto my cock, sending it deep into her womb.

I exhaled harshly as I felt her walls open for me, and I hit her cervix. The woman was going to hurt my pussy, and I couldn’t have it out of commission. I needed my daily fix. “Damn, babe. You’re going to impale yourself.”

“I can’t help it, Dean. I’m so needy,” she hungrily pleaded. “Fuck me hard, Dean.”

“Angel,” I growled as I started pumping hard into her. It wasn’t long until we were both laid out on the floor trying to catch our breath.

I leaned over to her, resting on my elbow while breathing heavily, and proudly boasted, “Damn, I think I fucked the seventh into you, babe.”

She smiled up at me and shook her head. “Nope, you did that a month ago.”

“What!? Oh wait. It was when we celebrated our tenth anniversary in Vegas,” I said happily. Since it was just me and Ted when we lost our parents, we felt empty. All the money in the world didn’t help that feeling. My feelings of longing disappeared when I met my Angel. Ted finally had his years of loss disappear eight years ago when he met my eldest son’s pediatrician. We now had a massive family, and it was only growing bigger every year.

I rolled onto my back, pulled my wife to me, and kissed her like I always did—with love.

“I love you, Dean,” she declared as she lifted slightly off of me.

“Where you going, wife? I want to hold you a little longer.” I pushed her back down, so she lay on my chest with my arms around her.

~~~~

We had both been asleep for hours when Ted pounded on our front door with our youngest in tow three hours later. Angel hurriedly tossed her robe on while I got dressed quick as hell.

I opened the door to the usual look of disappointment from my annoyed brother.

“Damn it, we did it again. We’re sorry, Ted,” she said as she grabbed little Emily from his arms, still asleep. She carried the princess back to her bedroom.

The moment Angel was out of earshot, he asked, “So she called you Uncle Dean again, didn’t she? This is what I get for making this happen, kinky fuckers.”

“You know she did,” I bragged with a grin.

“Well, just let me know in advance that I have to pick her up. Okay?” he grumbled. He was just jealous that his wife had to work the past three days.

“Is today advanced notice enough? I want to celebrate with her tomorrow in private,” I suggested.

Always serious, Ted asked, “What are you celebrating? Your retirement isn’t for another week.”

My grin grew bigger; my face beaming brightly, I bragged, “Baby number seven.”

“Vegas?”

I nodded. “Yep, I guess that did it for us. It’s been three years. I thought the baby making days were done. I guess her body just needed a break.”

“Well, we’re going to need you two to pick up the kids on Wednesday because we have our own celebration planned,” Ted admitted with his own shit-eating grin.

“Congrats, bro,” I said as I hugged my big brother.

He made a face, scrunching his nose. “You might want to wash up before you go back into the office,” he said with a smirk.

I said goodbye to the jerk, then went in search for my wife. I texted the office that I was running late. Not that I was working on anything anyway since I was retiring soon. I wanted to see if I had time for one more round. I checked on my little girl and knew I had at least a half hour.

I heard her in the shower and thought it was perfect. Opening the door, I went in, stripping on my way to join her. I climbed in behind her, gripped her wet hair tightly, and growled, “Say Uncle.”