Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I’m staring at her.

She wears a black lace bra, her round breasts a perfect match for the almost transparent fabric. Still holding my gaze she takes her hands to her back and unhooks the bra, allowing its straps to slide down her arms and the whole thing falls onto the floor.

I want to reach toward her breasts, feel her already hard nipples under my fingers, but I restrain myself.

Becca doesn’t want to have anything to do with any kind of restriction, though. She closes the distance between us again with a quick shuffle of her feet and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. My naked torso calls for her, her eyes coveting my solid pectorals.

“Let’s take some of these clothes off,” she says, looking up at me with wicked eyes. “Daddy.”

Fuck, I need to have her.

Her tongue runs over her lips in anticipation; she leans forward into me and I respond, my mouth pressing into hers, sweet electricity discharging all over our bodies. They’re like two coiled springs yearning for release.

I raise one hand to her waist and embrace her figure, pulling her down onto the bed. Her breasts feel my warm skin as she presses them against my naked chest. Needing to feel me all over she takes her hand to my crotch and pushes down, her heart skipping a beat as she felt something as solid as rock there, something aching for her.

“Oh, Daddy, is that for me?” she purrs into my chest.

What the fuck is going on? Why is my cock harder than it’s ever been before?

She groans lightly as I suck on her tongue, my hands going down to her backside and pulling her closer, the friction between our bodies enough to start an all consuming fire.

Taken by an impulse I grab her hair and pull her head back, exposing her bare breasts. I takes her nipples into my mouth, softly sucking each of them, my tongue tracing their outline with care. I feel my cock hardening even more and, for a fraction of a second, I almost throw her onto the ground and pull down her tight pants, having at it there and then.

You don’t have to be a fucking scientist to see how I’m aching to fuck her; I know it, you know it, and most importantly she knows it.

She gets up from the bed after squeezing hard on my cock, and takes her fingers to her waistline.

“Should I pull this down, Daddy?” she asks me.

The anticipation in my eyes is self-evident. Happy to indulge me, she pushes down, her tight pants sliding over her toned legs in a slow hypnotizing motion. My cock tenses up against my boxer briefs at the sight of her small black thong, my heart almost in pain with desire. How I want to fucking reach for her underwear, slowly pulling it down with my teeth and feeling her scent taking hold of me…

Like a wild cat she approaches me, her movements charged with lust and hunger; her hands dart to my pants and pulls them down with my boxer briefs, her fingertips scratching at my skin harshly. My cock rises up, all 12 hard, thick inches saluting her expectantly.

She doesn’t need instructions.

Her knees touch the floor and, before I can breathe out, her lips wrap around my hard cock. As if pushed back by an invisible force I fall on my back, spreading my arms wide on the mattress.

She spreads my legs apart, stroking my inner thighs with the tip of her fingers; my breathing grows harsher as she starts sucking me, one of her hands cupping both my balls and playing around with them.

“Am I delicious?” she asks with a sweet smile.

“Fuck,” I groan.

“What did you call me, Daddy?” she asks sweetly. “Say it.”

I can’t believe this is fucking happening to me.

“Am I delicious, Daddy?” she asks.

“You’re fucking delicious,” I say and she keeps looking at me expectantly. “Baby girl.”

I’ve let go.

I’ve lost control.

For now.

I look up to the ceiling and sigh, my whole body shaking in pleasure as she goes up and down, up and down on my cock, her lips smacking against one another each time my cock springs out of her little mouth.