Chapter Eight
A tense silence had fallen over the brunch table after Sutton excused herself. Moments later, raised voices echoed down the hallway from the direction of the guest bathroom.
“You’re actually fucking my uncle?!” Dylan’s angry shout carried clearly to the dining room. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sutton? After everything we had?”
Margaret’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. The rest of the family exchanged uncomfortable glances.
I set my coffee down calmly and stood. “Excuse me for a moment.”
I walked down the hallway, following the sound of Dylan’s raised voice. The bathroom door was slightly ajar. Dylan had Sutton backed against the wall, his face red with fury.
“You’re actually sleeping with him?” he spat. “My fucking uncle? You’re disgusting—”
I pushed the door open fully and stepped inside, closing it behind me with a quiet click. The small powder room suddenly felt very crowded.
Dylan turned on me. “This is sick, Uncle Jack. She was mine!”
I ignored him and moved straight to Sutton. I cupped her face and kissed her deeply, possessively, right in front of him. When I pulled back, I looked into her eyes.
“Tell him who you belong to now,” I commanded softly but firmly.
Sutton’s voice trembled with a mix of nerves and arousal. “I’m with Jack.”
I turned her to face the mirror, pressing her front against the vanity. I yanked her dress up over her hips in one smooth motion, exposing her ass and the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties.
“She’s mine,” I told Dylan, my voice dark and dominant as I freed my hard cock. “And I’m going to prove it right now.”
I thrust into Sutton in one hard stroke, burying myself deep. She moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the vanity. I started fucking her roughly from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip.
“Look at him,” I growled in her ear, loud enough for Dylan to hear. “Look at your ex while I fuck you better than he ever could. This pussy belongs to me now.”
Dylan stood frozen, his face a mask of shock and rage, unable to tear his eyes away.
I pounded into her mercilessly, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing in the small bathroom. “That’s it, Sutton. Let him hear how loud you moan for me.” I reached around and rubbed her clit hard and fast. “Come for me. Come on my cock while your ex watches.”
Sutton’s moans grew louder and more desperate. “Jack—fuck—I’m going to come!”
I slowed my thrusts slightly, drawing out the pleasure as I fucked her with deep, deliberate strokes. “Not yet,” I commanded. “I want him to see how much you love this. Tell him, Sutton. Tell him how much better I fuck you.”
“It’s so much better,” she gasped, her voice breaking as I continued the slow, torturous rhythm. “You fuck me so much deeper… so much harder than he ever did. I love your cock, Jack—please, I need to come!”
I kept her right on the edge for what felt like an eternity, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with long, powerful strokes.
Each thrust ground against her g-spot while my fingers worked her clit in tight, relentless circles.
Sutton’s legs shook violently. Her loud, needy moans filled the bathroom as she begged.
“Please, Jack… I can’t hold it anymore. I’m so close—please let me come on your cock!”
I picked up the pace again, slamming into her harder while my fingers worked her clit relentlessly. Her moans turned into loud, unrestrained cries that echoed down the hallway. Her body trembled violently as her orgasm built to an unbearable peak.
“Come for me, you filthy little slut. Come loud so your ex can hear exactly who owns this pussy now.”
When it finally hit, Sutton screamed my name at the top of her lungs. “Jack! I’m coming—fuck! Oh my God!”
Her pussy clamped down around my cock like a vice, pulsing violently as she came hard. She squirted around me, her release dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. Her entire body shook with the force of it, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as wave after wave crashed through her.
Dylan watched in humiliated silence, forced to witness every second of her intense pleasure.
The sight of her coming so loudly and messily for me pushed me over the edge.
I slammed into her one final time and exploded deep inside her.
“Take it,” I groaned loudly. “Take every drop of my cum while your ex watches. This pussy is mine now. Filled with my seed. You’ll be leaking me all the way back to the table. ”
I stayed buried deep inside her, grinding slowly as I emptied myself completely, making sure Dylan saw every pulse of my claim. Only then did I pull out, letting a thick trail of my cum drip down her thighs.
I turned her around, kissed her possessively, and straightened her dress. Her face was flushed, her hair messy, and fresh bite marks were visible on her neck. She looked thoroughly fucked and completely satisfied.
“Ready?” I asked, taking her hand.
We stepped out of the bathroom together. The entire family was staring toward the hallway, clearly having heard everything. Margaret looked mortified. The cousins whispered among themselves. Dylan followed us out moments later, his face pale with humiliation.
I led Sutton back to the table, my hand possessively on the small of her back. She sat down carefully, clearly feeling the evidence of what we had just done leaking out of her. I sat beside her and placed my hand back on her thigh under the table.
Margaret cleared her throat awkwardly. “Is… everything alright?”
“Everything is perfect,” I said calmly, squeezing Sutton’s thigh. “Sutton is with me now. And she’s very well taken care of.”
The table fell into stunned silence as the new reality settled over the family.
Margaret’s face had gone pale. She looked between Sutton and me, clearly struggling to process what she had just heard. “Jack… what on earth is going on? We could all hear you two in there.”
Before I could respond, one of my cousins spoke up, eyes wide. “Wait… were you two just… in the bathroom?”
Dylan stormed back to the table, his expression a mixture of fury and humiliation. “They were,” he spat. “Right in front of me. He fucked her in the bathroom like some kind of animal.”
The table erupted into shocked whispers. Margaret looked mortified. “Dylan, language! Jack, is this true?”
I remained perfectly calm, my hand still resting possessively on Sutton’s thigh under the table. “Yes,” I said simply. “Sutton is with me now. And I don’t hide what’s mine.”
Sutton’s cheeks burned bright red, but she didn’t pull away. She shifted slightly in her seat, no doubt feeling my cum still leaking out of her.
Margaret pressed a hand to her forehead. “This is highly inappropriate. At my brunch table, of all places…”
Dylan slammed his hand on the table. “She was my girlfriend! And now you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy?”
I squeezed Sutton’s thigh harder, my fingers slipping higher again. “She was never truly yours, Dylan. She’s mine now. And she made that choice very clear when she came screaming my name in your mother’s bathroom.”
Sutton let out a soft, embarrassed whimper, her thighs pressing together around my hand.
One of the older cousins cleared her throat. “Well… this is certainly unexpected.”
I stood up, pulling Sutton to her feet beside me. “We’ll be leaving now. Thank you for brunch, Margaret. Sutton and I have better things to do.”
Margaret looked like she wanted to protest but couldn’t find the words. Dylan glared at us with pure hatred as I led Sutton toward the door, my hand firmly on the small of her back.
As we stepped outside into the fresh air, I pulled her close and kissed her deeply, not caring who might be watching from the windows.
“Get in the car,” I murmured against her lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”