Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Ahhh!” I moan, he’s so deep from this angle and without movement it’s like I’m stretched too far.

“Slow,” he orders sternly, before loosening his grip so I can resume my rhythm. I begin slowly, sliding and winding, and Derrick laces my neck with sloppy kisses as the vibrations build in my belly.

Once I feel my orgasm readying my body, I lift myself faster and fall harder, hungry for the fullness of him inside me. I’m such an addict for him, and the more I get, the more I want. It’s never enough.

“Slow,” he warns me, but I’m not able to listen, my body isn’t mine anymore, I’m a slave to my orgasm.

“I can’t!” I cry, my hands gripped around his neck as I chase my climax.

“You need to cum already, love?” He asks with that cocky smirk.

“Please, baby,” I beg and he licks the pad of his thumb before moving his hand between my legs, gently massaging my clit as I ride him faster and faster.

“That’s it, Daphne. Keep going, baby,” he coaches me, lifting his hips to pump me with more of his cock on every thrust.

“Yes! Yes!” I yell, rocking up and down, my climax right there, but I just can’t grasp it.

“Now, Daphne,” Derrick orders calmly, and I close my eyes to focus. I’m at that perfectly pleasurable stage where I’m peaking just before falling over the edge of ecstasy, so I’m not complaining, but I want my release as well.

“Fucking cum for me!” He yells and the tone and aggression in his voice is my undoing. I explode instantly, screaming in pleasure as the sensations shoot from every inch of my body.

Derrick moves quickly, lifting me and turning my body so that I’m on my knees on the floor of the car, bent over the bench seats lining the limousine.

“You’re going to cum again for me,” he growls before shoving his member into my creamy pussy from behind.

I hate to pick favorites, but doggy style is just so good. He hits all of my hotspots from this angle and my body just sings for him. His hand is pressing into the small of my back, the pressure makes my clit rub against the soft leather seat and it feels incredible.

“Derrick, baby, yes!” I moan, my body moving slowly to enjoy the friction, and thankfully Derrick lets me build slowly, because this position usually leads to him ravishing me immediately.

“Take me, Daphne,” he says while sliding in and out of me, rolling his hips to create a wave like motion with his cock.

“I fucking love you,” he groans and my body turns up a notch, my next orgasm ready to make an appearance.

Throwing my ass back, I force him to increase his pace and he happily obliges, again gripping my hips, pulling me into him as he pounds into my greedy pussy.

“Oh God!” I cry, the vibrations building too quickly.

“Ungh!” He grunts with every thrust, grabbing my hair as he continues to press down on my back, my clit now over stimulated, another explosion moments away.

“Not yet,” Derrick abruptly slows down just when I was about to cum. I turn around with tears in my eyes. That’s how disappointed I was. I already told you I’m an addict, so what did you really expect. I need him. And I need my releases. Quite regularly actually.

“You make me wait, I make you wait,” he explains in his throaty sex voice.

“Please, baby,” I plead as he works me up again, the waves even bigger this time, but he says nothing, instead he just pumps me hard, his length is coated in my cream.

“Fuck!” He bites and I think he might be losing control, so I rock back into him, grinding my clit against the leather, ready for my release.

“Nope,” he slows again and I feel the tears at the back of my eyes, ready to fall. I don’t care how silly it sounds, or how irrational I look. I’m hormonal and horny. Yes, I know I’ve just cum, but this man has me on a ridiculous schedule with unbelievable expectations. It’s nothing for me to cum five times in a night, so please save your judgement.

“Derrick,” I cry, angry but still desperate for him, so my treacherous body still rocks with each of his slow surges, happy when he increases the pace.

My belly fills with strong waves when he begins pushing my ass down. I know he’s intentionally pressing my most sensitive spot onto the leather, the friction again driving me toward an orgasm.

“You’re gonna cum so fucking hard,” he grunts as if he’s warning me about something I don’t know.

“Derrick, please,” I beg him to finally let me cum when I feel myself losing control.

“Just wait for me, baby,” he groans, and the pleasure in his voice almost sends me over the edge.