Say Uncle Doggy Style
C.M. Steele
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Epilogue
Fifteen Years Later
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Say Uncle:
Doggy Style
C.M. Steele
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Chapter 1
Dean
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, grabbing a hold of my shoulders tightly and digging her nails into my heated flesh. I growled against her ear, letting her know how wild she made me. Angel took every inch I gave her as she straddled my thighs and rode my cock. I leaned back against the headboard, running my hands up and down her back, loving her smooth skin under my fingers.
“Damn it, Angel, you know I’ll never stop. I want to fill you up, drop after drop.” I drove up into her sweet pussy, marking her for the millionth time in our ten years of marriage. Our lives changed a lot since we met, but it was only getting better since I retired. Now I got to spend time deep inside my Angel. My days were spent with my kids and my gorgeous wife, who I couldn’t keep my hands off. How could a man like me get so lucky? Six kids and a seventh on the way and a sexy wife to love.
“Give it to me, Dean. Pound me hard. I need it.” Her demands were music to my greedy ears. Teetering on the edge, I took her mouth, sliding my tongue hungrily around for her taste.
I smiled, realizing how fucking lucky I was. Angel loved to take it rough. Especially when I dug my fingers into her hips in a bruising grip until she clenched around my shaft.
“What do you need?” I growled, biting down on my bottom lip and pumping hard, impaling her on my shaft.
“I need to come. Now.” Her calls for satisfaction always sent me into fucking her like a beast because I could never leave my woman aching with need.
She linked her hands through my hair and dragged her nails along my scalp. I took her mouth, kissing her passionately until she pulled back trying to catch her breath.
“Relax, Angel. I got you.” I tightened my grip around her slender back and flipped her onto the mattress, thrusting into her heat until she came apart for me. I stared down at my sexy wife, nailing her pussy to the bed. “Fucking take it, Angel. Take your fill because I’m not coming until you do.”
“Fuck me. Oh Lord, I’m coming.” Her voracious pussy choked my cock as she came, dragging my seed from my sack.
“Damn, I’m going with you.” My orgasm ripped through me like it was the first time I’d felt the warmth of her paradise. Time hadn’t changed anything about us over the many years. I craved everything about her and showed it when I could. I was a man obsessed and gave no fucks about it.
I dropped my head down between her shoulder and head, resting it there until I could calm my heart down.
She was the first to speak, “I love you, Dean.”
“I love you too,” I grunted out. Kissing her lips gently, I pulled out of her tight warmth and rolled to my side of the bed and on my back. Needing her close, I dragged my Angel onto my chest. “I live for you, Angel. Never leave me.”
“You’re never getting rid of me.” She bent down and kissed my chest over my heart. We laid like that for a few minutes before we were interrupted.
Her phone went off, and she moved to climb out of my embrace, but I wasn’t having any of that, so I yanked her back. Growling, I nipped on her ear and whispered, “Already running from me. Not going to work, beautiful.”
“It’s my alarm. I have to get ready. You know I’m helping at the fundraiser today. I’m going to take another shower. I can’t go into the event smelling like I just had sex.” I tried to hold back the affront, and she took that moment to untangle herself from me and off of the bed.
I sat up and shook my head. “You’re not washing off my scent, Angel. There are too many swinging dicks. And a bunch of them are divorced, single cops looking for a hot wife.”
“You’re ridiculous. I’m already your wife. There are going to be a bunch of dogs that I don’t want sniffing my cooch.” She rolled her eyes at me and marched her naked ass into the bathroom.
I snarled and huffed. My mind was filled with the knowledge that the event would be jam-packed with a bunch of testosterone pumped assholes, some of them I’d even call friends, but fuck if I trusted them around Angel. My wife meant everything, and I trusted no one around her, ever. In the ten years that we’d been married she’d only gotten sexier. Every baby added more curves and fuckers noticed especially when she walked down the street. It nearly sent me over the edge many times.
I needed to remind my wife that she was mine and mine alone. I followed her, sliding my arms around her waist. At three months pregnant, she had a small bump that I loved to caress, knowing that I put my baby in her drove me insane. “They aren’t the only ones to be sniffing.”
She spun around in my arms. “You know that I’d never let them get that close.”
“I don’t care. You’re my wife.”
Thank fuck the kids just went off to school, and Ted did me another solid, agreeing to pick up our youngest from Pre-K. The need to drive into Angel’s sweet pussy all afternoon raged through me. I knew she had to leave for the support pets fundraiser and celebration she promised to assist, so I was going to invite myself to come along.
“I’m taking a shower,” she insisted.
“I’m going with you.”
“In the shower?” She arched her brow, smiling with intent.
Damn, I loved the fact that she was just as horny as I was. We lived for the moments of pure abandon we found in each other. With so many children, we didn’t have a lot of free time to fuck. She was cute though, thinking I’d drop the matter.
“Yes, and to the fundraising event,” I added, leading her into the bathroom with my dick bobbing between us, full and ready to go. Shit, for my age, you’d think that I’d pop pills to stay this hard but being married to Angel got me up without even trying.
She turned her head to look up at me, and a big smile crept over her face. “Somehow, I saw that coming, Uncle…”
“You’re going to be late, Angel,” I growled. Lifting her onto the vanity, I turned around and started the shower.
> “Dean.”
“Don’t ‘Dean’ me now. You know what it does to me, and I’m going to exact payment for those words.” She uncrossed her legs and opened them wide so I could see her soaked pussy. With a growl, I thrusted into her sweet heat as I lifted her up and carried her into the shower. Pinning her against the wall, I continued to work her core until the water was cold and both of us temporarily sated.
* * *
She stepped out into the living room half an hour later where she forced me to wait for her because I didn’t have control of my cock when it came to her. She looked sexy as fuck like always, but today that outfit wasn’t going to work. “What the fuck are you wearing?” I snarled out, stomping toward her.
“It’s my favorite sundress. You’ve seen me wear it a dozen times.” She moved to grab her purse.
I grabbed her wrist, bringing her to a stop. “I know that. I love that one on you, but you know damn well that it’s not smart to wear it today unless you want me to murder some fucks.”
“You act like I’m so hot men can’t keep their eyes off me.” Angel rolled her eyes at me, breaking free of my hold. She knew how to push my buttons, but she still wasn’t going to get her way.
“You know damn well that’s not totally untrue.”
She slapped her hands to her waist, pouting at me. “Yeah, but I’ve worn this one without you going all caveman on me.”
“Angel, what happened when we were at the park, and that dog scurried passed you?” I reminded her ass.
“My skirt rose up.” A blush stole over her face, knowing exactly what I was talking about. She’d been just as embarrassed, but lucky it was only me that ended up getting a glimpse of her pink panties. The rest of the day, she did her best to hold onto her dress when a dog came close to her.
“Yes and now there will be a hundred dogs and kids roaming around.”
“Fine. You’ve got a point. I don’t want you to end up in jail. Give me two minutes.” She ran back up the stairs and came down in a pair of shorts and one of my Boston PD shirts with my name on it.
“Fuck, so damn sexy.”
“Yeah, well you’re going to have to deal with having a sexy wife because I’m not changing again.”
“I don’t want you to change. My name is branded on your back,” I growled, sliding my arm around her waist and dragging her to me. “Mine.” I lowered my head and tasted her lips in a slow kiss that left us both wanting more when I finally let her go. Part of me wondered if that was her game the whole time.
I helped her pretty ass into my truck and then ran around to the other side, trying to calm my cock down before I drove us anywhere. The lot only had a couple dozen vehicles in it yet, but we had twenty minutes before the event began. She should have been here almost an hour ago, but fuck if I cared. Angel did a lot of charity work all over Boston, and it was solely from the goodness of her own heart.
When we get to the gym, we are spotted instantly by Nancy Crowner, one of the service directors who worked with the police department K-9 unit. “Oh, Angel. We’re so glad you made it. Detective Evans, it’s good to see you too.” They still called me that even though I retired less than two months ago.
“Thanks, Nancy. I came to make sure she wasn’t working too hard.” They shared a look and giggled. Of course, she knew that it was more than working hard that had me trailing behind Angel, but they all knew that I was obsessed with my wife.
“We won’t let her lift anything.” She patted my shoulder. “And Angel, I set up a chair at your table with cushions.”
“I’m not going to break. I’m barely three months pregnant. Ugh. I’m not even showing yet.” She rolled her eyes and then shook her head at us.
As she started to organize the information table to her liking, I ducked my head and whispered loudly to Nancy, “She just doesn’t get how crazy I am.”
Nancy shook her head and returned with an equally obvious whisper. “After a decade…I don’t think she’ll ever get it.”
“I’m right here.” Angel waved at us.
“Yes, you are.” I slid my hand around her waist and dragged her to my body, letting her feel how much I noticed her. “Kiss me, wife.” She pressed her hand to my cheeks and tipped her lips upward to me. I stole a quick kiss and released her. “Now, I’m going to let you get to work.”
Turning to Nancy, I asked, “Is there somewhere I’m needed?”
“I think we may need some manly lifting power just outside the gym doors.” She winked at Angel as they shared the female comradery
“Great.” I grabbed Angel and stole another quick kiss before leaving to go keep myself busy. This was her first event since I retired, and I didn’t want to crowd her, but I still had to be on guard. I’d always be looking out for her not because she was weak, but she was too damn precious to me to lose.
Chapter 2
Angel
A group of women came to the table and immediately I had to excuse myself. Fast walking to the bathroom, my stomach rolled, and I lost my breakfast. Cleaning myself up in a hurry, I walked back to the table like nothing happened. I didn’t want to freak my husband out or have him overreact and demand I go home. Nancy smiled at me and then I searched the room for Dean, spotting him across the gym socializing. He knew almost every single law enforcement officer here today including his former Captain which meant there were a lot of eager people wanting to talk to him. Thankfully my caveman was distracted by some friends of his to have noticed my brief bathroom break.
The annual fundraising event helped to bring awareness and funding for service dogs by celebrating the successful completion of another round of specialized training. There were about a hundred dogs that have finished their service training; some of them will go into the K-9 units, but most of them are therapy and civilian service dogs for those in need. Each one has received training dedicated to those who they care for. This was my first time participating in this event. I never seemed to have time for this function, but Dean and I made sure to send a monetary contribution.
We loved giving back because we were so blessed. I met and married the most wonderful man in the world who worshiped the ground I walked on and believed that I should be carried everywhere. God, I lived for that man. From the first moment we met, I knew that he’d be the center of my happiness. Ten years later, and I couldn’t have been more in love.
With Dean now a retired detective with the Boston PD, we had more time for charity work, and this one meant the world to both of us. A lot of the service dogs are scheduled to go to men who returned from service overseas and were suffering from PTSD to physical debilitations or a combination of both.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good. You know how it is. Certain smells just send a pregnant woman over the edge. Just don’t mention it to Dean please.”
“I won’t, but I do have a box of crackers and some pretzels if you need them.”
“You’re a godsend.” She pulled them out of her purse and handed me a small bag of Rold’s Gold twists. I polished off the bag in a minute.
“Thank you.” About a half-hour later, I was talking to Nancy when a man with one prosthetic arm approached us. “Hello, ladies.” His smile screamed cocky, but his words were soft and polite.
“Hello,” we said in unison.
“Thank you for doing this. Many of us could really use a service dog.” From my vantage point, I could see my husband approaching in a damn rush. I rolled my eyes wondering why he needed to act like that.
“Thank you for your service.”
He looked at me with a look I knew too well. His next words only proved it. “I’d stop a million bullets for a woman as beautiful as you.”
“You will if you don’t get the fuck away from my wife.” Dean came up behind him, wearing a deadly scowl. The two men faced each other. My husband itched to pound that guy into the ground and I could see it took every ounce of strength in Dean to hold back the rage building in him.
“I’m sorry, bu
t she doesn’t have a ring on her finger. I didn’t know.”
I scoff and then see Dean look down at my hand. “Angel?”
I followed his gaze down to my hand, and my rings were missing. Shit. “Oh, my God.” I frantically scanned the area. I couldn’t find them. “I have to find them.” Instantly, tears poured down my cheeks. They were as important to me as the man who slid them on my finger.
Dean wrapped his arms around me, whispering, “It’s okay, baby. We’ll find them. Did you wash your hands in one of the bathrooms or something? I saw you go to the bathroom right now.”
“Oh, no. I did.” My body shook as I nervously played with my fingers. I pushed out of Dean’s arms and marched toward the bathrooms, praying that I’d find them before they were stolen.
A volunteer called out my name, stopping me from entering the women’s restroom. “Hi Angel, are these yours?” He opened his hand, revealing my rings. I felt a shiver of relief so strong rush through me that I thought I might faint.
Dean, never more than a step behind me, reached out and took my rings from him. “Thanks, Julio. Where were they?”
“They were in the bathroom; someone just came and turned them in. I remember my wife remarking on your enormous diamond, so I knew this had to be yours,” he said, chuckling to himself. Yes, my man didn’t think it was big enough to deter men from talking to me.
“Thank you.” Ignoring all those gathered around us, he dropped down on one need and then slid them onto my finger like he had all those years ago. “Angel, will you marry me again?”
“I’d marry you a hundred times over.” This time the tears were for a good reason. He stood up and wrapped his strong arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his body before taking my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. I loved this man with every inch of my being even if he’d just marked his territory like a dog pissing on a tree.
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