Claiming My Nephew's Girlfriend

Chapter One

The heated argument at the nearby table pulled my focus from my solitary drink. Sutton’s voice rose sharp and clear against Dylan’s condescending tone. “I heard you have a new boyfriend,” he sneered. “When are you going to introduce him to everyone?”

Without hesitation, Sutton turned, her eyes scanning the room before locking directly onto me. She pointed with bold defiance. “That man right there is my new boyfriend.”

I put my whiskey down and stood up, walking over to her with steady steps. I wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand resting on the small of her back and pressing into the warm curve above her ass. Her black dress hugged her body, showing off every curve.

“That’s right,” I declared, my voice deep and commanding so Dylan could hear every word. “I am her new boyfriend.” I held his gaze steadily. “Long time no see… nephew. Say hello to your new aunt, Dylan.”

Dylan’s expression transformed from smug disbelief to humiliated fury.

His face flushed dark red as the realization hit him.

He stammered something incoherent, then shoved his chair back violently and stormed out of the restaurant, the door slamming loudly behind him.

The other diners glanced over briefly before returning to their conversations.

Sutton stayed pressed close to my side, her breathing quick and shallow. I could feel the heat radiating from her body and the subtle tremor running through her.

Up close, she was stunning. Her cheeks were flushed, her full lips slightly parted, and her eyes shone with a mix of triumph and desire. I felt myself harden in my trousers as I breathed in her scent, a mix of perfume and arousal.

“Sit with me,” I said, my hand still firm on her waist as I guided Sutton back to my table. I pulled out her chair like a gentleman, but the look I gave her was anything but. Once seated, I signaled the waiter. “Another whiskey for me, and whatever the lady desires.”

Sutton ordered a glass of bold red wine, her fingers touching mine as she accepted the glass. The tension between us simmered. I bent closer, my knee pressing deliberately against hers under the table.

“You handled that beautifully,” I murmured, my voice muted. “But I want to know—what made you choose me in that moment?”

She took a slow sip of wine, her lips staining the rim.

A small, wicked smile played across her face.

“Dylan and I broke up a few weeks ago. He’s been texting nonstop, showing up places, acting like I owe him something.

Tonight he pushed too far. When I saw you…

I just knew you’d be perfect. Strong. Older.

The kind of man who actually knows what to do with a woman. ”

Her words sent another pulse of heat straight to my cock.

I reached under the table, resting my hand on her thigh, fingers sliding slowly upward beneath the hem of her dress.

“And now that you’ve claimed me publicly,” I said, voice sinking to a rough whisper, “I intend to make it very real. Tell me, Sutton—how wet are you right now, knowing I’m your ex’s uncle and I’m about to ruin you for anyone else? ”

She shivered visibly, thighs parting slightly under my touch. “Very wet,” she admitted, breath catching. “Thank you for playing along, Jack. You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did.”

I smiled slowly, letting my fingers rest high on her inner thigh, just under her dress. Her skin was hot against my palm. I took my time, tracing slow circles with my thumb, moving higher each time but never touching exactly where she wanted.

“You’re welcome, Sutton,” I replied, my voice low and intimate. “Though I have to admit, claiming you as mine in front of my nephew felt far too natural. Tell me more about the breakup while I enjoy the feel of you.”

She took another sip of wine, her breathing still unsteady as my fingers continued their slow exploration. I brushed lightly over the damp lace covering her pussy, applying the gentlest pressure against her clit before retreating again. A soft, frustrated whimper escaped her lips.

“He cheated,” she said quietly, eyes half-lidded with building desire.

“Multiple times. Then had the nerve to act possessive when I finally ended it. Tonight was him trying to humiliate me again.” Her hips shifted subtly, seeking more contact.

“But you… you made him look pathetic with one sentence.”

“Mm. Good.” I pressed my fingers more firmly against her covered slit, stroking the soaked fabric in long, deliberate strokes that rubbed her clit with torturous slowness. “I want you dripping and aching by the time we leave this table. I want you to feel exactly who you belong to now.”

Sutton’s cheeks flushed deeper. She parted her thighs a little wider under the tablecloth, giving me better access.

I continued the unhurried tease—circling her swollen clit through her panties, occasionally dipping a fingertip just under the lace to feel her slick heat before pulling back.

Each touch drew a quiet gasp or bitten-off moan from her.

“You’re so responsive,” I murmured, leaning closer so my breath brushed her ear.

“I can feel how much your pussy is weeping for me. Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I finally slide my thick cock inside you and fuck you properly.

Slow at first… then hard enough to make you forget Dylan ever existed. ”

Her hand gripped my wrist under the table, not to stop me, but to hold me there as her hips rolled subtly against my teasing fingers. By the time I signaled for the check, Sutton was breathing heavily, her thighs slick and her eyes dark with need.

I paid the bill and guided Sutton out of the restaurant with a firm hand at the small of her back. My town car waited at the curb. Once inside, I raised the privacy partition, sealing us in the dim, luxurious backseat.

“Come here,” I commanded softly, pulling her onto my lap so she straddled one of my thick thighs. Her dress rode up around her hips as I settled her against me. The heat of her soaked pussy pressed directly onto my leg through her ruined panties.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her close while my other hand slid back under her dress. “Grind on my thigh, Sutton,” I murmured against her neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her pulse point. “Slow and steady. I want to feel how desperate you are for me.”

She moaned quietly and began to rock her hips, rubbing her slick, swollen clit against the firm muscle of my thigh.

I kept my movements deliberate and unhurried—my free hand stroking her back, occasionally squeezing her ass or teasing the underside of her breast through her dress.

My lips trailed lower, sucking gently on her skin, leaving faint marks that would remind her tomorrow who she now belonged to.

“You’re making such a mess on my trousers,” I whispered hotly in her ear, my voice coarse with restrained lust. “That’s it… Ride my thigh like the needy girl you are. I can feel how hot and wet your little pussy is. Dylan could never get you this soaked, could he?”

“No,” she gasped, her hips rolling with increasing urgency. “Never like this.”

I tightened my grip on her waist, controlling her pace to keep the burn slow.

Every time her breathing grew ragged, and her movements became frantic, I slowed her down, denying her the release she craved.

My fingers slipped beneath her panties again, tracing her folds and circling her clit with feather-light touches while she continued grinding.

By the time the car pulled up to the hotel, Sutton was trembling in my arms, her thighs slick and her body wound tight with unspent pleasure. I kissed her deeply, claiming her mouth with long, possessive strokes of my tongue.

“We’re not done yet,” I promised as I helped her adjust her dress. “In that suite, I’m going to take my time with you.”