Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I pause. Who is he talking to this time?

And why do I want so badly for it to be me? I really shouldn’t.

I should actually be totally repulsed by what’s going on here. Yet I’m not.

“I’m coming!” she wails, answering the question for me about just who is supposed to be coming for him.

That’s fine. I already did. I just hope to god he doesn’t know it.

I have no idea what I must look like right now. A sex-starved mess?

God, I hope not.

As he withdraws his fingers, he scoops up more frosting—fuck, there’s going to be nothing left of this wedding cake. I don’t even want to imagine my mom’s reaction—then holds his hand out toward me yet again.

“Want a taste?”

Holy shit. It’s like the illusion is burst.

Like he was some actor on a stage, and I was just a quiet observer in the audience. Then he just busted that fourth wall wide open. Shit just got real.

The bridesmaid is all but forgotten.

He gets up and starts toward me, his eyes boring into mine. I can feel the overwhelming weight of whatever this is between us.

But I can’t give in to it.

No matter how much I might wish he’d do every dirty thing to me that I just witnessed, my brain somehow snaps out of its lust-induced haze, and I realize just how crazy this is.

This guy is a total stranger. He obviously has no respect for women or weddings.

Yet I find myself drawn to him…?

No. Fuck that. I’m not going to get tangled up in any bullshit tonight.

It’s my mom’s wedding night, after all. I should be out there celebrating with her, not in here getting off like some little voyeuristic little ho.

Another step closer. And another.

He’s closing the distance fast.

“I asked you if you’d like a taste.” Dammit, there’s that sexy smirk again. “I know I would.”

My heart is about to pound out of my chest. Because, yes, I very much would. I can imagine myself licking cake off his fingers, his mouth, his very hard cock.

My eyes drop down, almost as if they have a mind of their own. Holy hell. This guy is packing something massive.

I feel my pussy gush all over again just looking at the outline of his thick cock straining against his dress pants.

The desire I’m feeling right now is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

Another step closer.

Yeah, I have to get out of here. Like, now.

Without a word, and with everything in my body screaming NO, NO, NO at me, I spin on my heel.