Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Give me a kiss,” he whispers and I smirk in astonishment. He’s preparing to ravish me, I can see it in his eyes, but he’s so gentle just before entering me.

“You never ask,” I tilt my head, my hands locked behind his neck.

“I’m asking now,” he smirks and I lean in to kiss him ever so slowly, our lips locked in a sensual passion as our tongues dance together in perfect harmony.

Derrick slides into me slowly, I gasp into his mouth and he swallows it, lifting me by my waist as I curve my back and swivel my hips so that I’m waving onto his manhood. It’s the slowest we’ve ever been, and its nothing short of incredible, I feel every inch of him, all eleven, as he groans in my mouth while thrusting forward.

My fingers clasp the short hairs at the base of his neck, my legs squeezing his midsection. Derrick has one hand in my hair, directing my head to control my mouth, while the other roams between massaging my breast and lifting my body at my hip. Using my arms and legs, I’m riding him on my own, pressing my ass against the tree for leverage.

“Derrick, baby, yes!” I moan in his ear before nibbling his soft skin and tugging at his earlobe. Tracing his ear with my tongue, I moan seductively, which I know drives him wild.

“Fuck!” He bites out as his hands drop to my waist, his body pushing for his climax. I grip tightly as he pounds into me harder with each thrust, his massive cock filling me to my max.

“Right there!” I beg. My hips are tilted at the perfect angle and he’s hitting my hotspot over and over. God, he feels amazing.

“Faster,” I plead and he instantly kicks into overdrive, his hands tightly grasping my hips, pulling me roughly into his hard pelvis.

“You want me to fuck you?” He growls.

“Yes, baby,” I moan and he fucks me even harder, pumping me full of hard cock until an orgasm sneaks up on me out of nowhere. Covering my mouth to conceal my cries, I’m shocked when Derrick puts me down on the ground. Without a word, he turns me around and places my hands on the tree trunk and I know to hold on. I hear him behind me before he lifts my hips, sliding me back onto his steel erection.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you, baby,” he growls before slamming into me, easing out and slamming back. Lifting onto my tippy toes, I push off of the tree to collide with him, his pelvis causing my ass to shake violently.

“Oh God!” I moan. I love him slow, I love him rough.

Wait. I was talking about the sex. Don’t go putting words in my mouth. I don’t mean I love Derrick. I mean, I don’t know what I mean. He feels incredible and that’s what I’m talking about now. Don’t get me off topic.

“Take it, baby,” he growls, his pace quickening even further. My body is building for another orgasm, and I’m trying to prepare myself so I don’t yell so loudly this time. We are outside, in a public park, in New York fucking City, for Christ’s sake.

“Yes! Derrick! Yes!” I moan, my head going lower and lower, the angle of him hitting my front vaginal wall is just too fucking good. My right leg wanders into the air and he grips it with one hand, so now I’ve got to balance on one high heel donned foot.

“You’re so fucking sexy!” He bites out and my climax takes over. I try to keep it to moans, but a few yelps slip through the cracks, it just feels too good. My pleasure always turns him on, and I can tell by his lack of control that he’s on the edge of exploding himself. His hips are rocking into me with no regard, his hands so tightly gripped I know they’ll leave a mark. Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch his eye as he rocks in and out of me quickly. The second I lick my lips his eyes wash over with lust, and his lids close slowly as his head falls back in ecstasy.

He growls loudly when he stills in me. I can feel his cock jerking and pumping out his spunk. He cums so fucking much! I keep milking him, clenching my pussy around him, sliding back and forth, on and off his trembling length.

“Take it all,” he growls, pushing his hips into me while squeezing my ass. His pelvis keeps thrusting forward until his cock is completely still, and then he pulls out of me slowly.

Pulling me back to a standing position, he kisses me fiercely, leaving me panting when he pulls away.

“You’re fucking perfect,” is all he says before squatting down between my legs. Removing a handkerchief from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, he gently wipes between my legs.

“Thank you,” I blush. The way he cares for me after ravishing my pussy is almost more intimate than the sex itself.

“I’ll always take care of you, love,” he says sternly, looking through me in the way that makes

me a bit uneasy.

“And I’ll always take care of you,” I smile. And I mean it. I do care about him, and don’t go giving me that look. I don’t know what it means yet, but he’s not out on a limb alone. I’m there with him in some way, I’m just not sure what that way is just yet.

“I believe you.” He assures me and it does actually put me at rest a bit.

“Can we get lunch?” I ask.

“We can do whatever you want,” his eyes look heavy, but not in a tired way. There’s something more but I can’t be sure what it is.

Delicately removing bits of bark from my hair, he straightens my dress, smoothing out the part he’s rumbled by grabbing my breast. Tucking my ripped lace panties into his suit pocket, he winks at me and I know I blush.

Lifting on my toes, I straighten his collar, and smooth down his shirt before running my hands through his tousled hair. Checking each other out, we glance up and down before nodding our approval.