Falling for My Dirty Uncle

"That’s true." He leans into me, brushing my hair over one shoulder, and then lays his lips on my neck. He kisses my skin while he grabs me by the waist again, feeling the sway of my hips. Responding to my rhythm, he moves his hips like a pendulum, his cock piercing me over and over again until I no longer know if I’m moaning or screaming. Not that it matters, anyway; I’m being so loud right now that the distinction between a moan and a scream has to be a faint one.

"I’m going to fuck you like this every single day for the rest of my life, Amy," he whispers into my ear, nibbling at my earlobe and pulling it between his teeth gently. "Can you handle it?"

I laugh again, thrusting back so hard that I can’t help but gasp as I feel his cock spearing me so fiercely that I almost believe he’s going to rip me apart just like he did to my underwear.

"What about you? Can you handle me?" I ask him, reaching back with one hand and feeling my way over his body until I’m feeling his balls, swinging back and forth as he thrusts. Curling my fingers, I grab them both and squeeze them, and that’s enough to make him groan.

"Fuck," he exhales sharply, slamming his hips into me so harshly that I almost crash against the wall. I place my hand back on the wall, letting go of his balls, an

d take a deep breath, smiling as I feel happiness rushing through my body.

It feels good to be just happy.

I was happy before today, but there was always that deep rooted anxiety, that fear of the future… But now that my mother’s out of the picture, the world is my oyster, and you can rest assured that I’m going squeeze life out of all its worth.

"Don’t—oh God, don’t stop," I find myself saying, the words taking their shape on my lips before my brain has the time wipe them up. It’s an unconscious process, one born out of the tidal wave of ecstasy that looms on the horizon of my mind, ready to crash against me and drag me into the depths once more.

Taking his mouth to my neck again, Parker bites on my tender skin while he pounds me hard, fucking me without an ounce of mercy. I come in an instant, that giant wave of pleasure engulfing me in a fraction of a second. I scream; this time I’m sure I’m screaming, not simply moaning—all that pleasure turning into sound and filling the whole bedroom.

"I fucking love the way you scream," Parker whispers, all of his cock’s inches lodged inside me. Moving his hips back slowly, he slides his cock out and I turn on my heels to face him, breathing so hard that there’s a wheezing sound in my throat.

"Well, I love the way you fuck me," I shoot right back at him, taking my arms to his shoulders and pushing him back until the back of his knees meet the edge of the bed. I force him to sit down, and then I go down on one knee; I take off his shoes one at a time, my eyes never leaving his, and I throw them to the side before I grab both his pants and boxer briefs, both of them already hanging around his knees, and pull them down his legs.

I slide my hands up his legs then, reaching for his cock, and I curl all ten of my fingers around his mast. He grins at me, all his focus on my movements, and I just pull his cock toward me and lean in; parting my lips, I let my tongue out and use its tip to circle his cock. I run my tongue around his tip over and over again, and then I let it trail down the length of his shaft until I reach his balls.

Opening my mouth wide, I suck one of his balls in and lap at it with my tongue, pressing against it before switching to the other one. I do it until he places both his hands on my head, and then I run my tongue back up his shaft, but this time I wrap my lips around his cock right away. Moving fast, I lower my mouth over his shaft, impaling myself on his length and making him groan.

"Fuck," he blurts out, his fingers turning into claws as he runs them through my hair. Enjoying the pleasure I’m giving him, I start bobbing my head as fast as possible, all while I roll his two balls over the palm of my right hand.

I suck and lick until my jaw starts to hurt, but I just push the complaints from my muscles and bones to the back of my head, and I go even harder than before. I feel slight spasms taking over his cock but, instead of stopping, I push myself to break all limits and go as fast as any human can possibly go. He’s on the verge of cumming, but I don’t care; I’m completely out of control, and if he gushes his whole load inside my mouth right now, so be it.

I’ll just get him hard again.

"Fuck," he groans again, grabbing at my hair and pushing my head back. I finally relent, his cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound, and I look up at him with a wild grin.

"What?" I ask him, sliding both my hands up his abs.

"You’re driving me fucking insane, you know?" His words are heavy and laden with anticipation, and only now do I realize how close he was to cumming. In fact, there’s a salty flavor on my tongue from his pre-cum; he was just one heartbeat away from exploding inside my mouth, and I can’t begin to imagine the amount of self-control it took for him to stop in time.

"That’s my job, to drive you insane," I purr, my hands now going over to his pectorals. Leaning down, I let my breasts fall on either side of his cock, and bring my hands back down. I squeeze both my tits and, pressing them together, I start stroking Parker’s cock with them.

"Well, that works," he grins, looking up at the ceiling with an expression of pure delight. He falls back onto the mattress, and I let go of my tits and jump up to my feet. Completely out of control, I climb on top of his body, straddling him. I’m about to reach for his cock when his parted lips draw my attention and so, instead of simply impaling myself on his hard member, I go over his body and rest my knees on either side of his head, my pussy dangerously close to his mouth.

"How about this? Does it drive you insane?" I ask him, brushing my wet pussy lips against his mouth. Still grinning, he pushes his tongue out from between his lips and reaches straight for my clit, lapping at it eagerly.

"It does… It fucking does," he breathes out, his hands darting to my ass. He squeezes both my cheeks at the same time and pulls me into him, forcing me to press my pussy harshly against his open mouth.

"Oh God," I moan as he starts to devour the wetness between my thighs, his tongue working on my clit and then running up and down the length of my drenched folds. I shut my legs closed, his head pressed between them, and lean back, swaying my hips back and forth.

I don’t even know if he can breath like this, but it’s not like he’s complaining—far from it, actually. He lashes out at my pussy with renewed strength, ravaging it with each movement of his tongue.

I laugh and moan, moan and scream, my voice spinning out of control as darts of pleasure poke holes in my mind. All thoughts scatter inside my skull like fleeing mice, and I close my eyes as I start to hear the roil of thunder and ecstasy closing in on me.

"Oh my fucking --" I start, but my words fall into oblivion as fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, the fingers of pleasure reaching for me and smacking me so hard that I don’t even remember what my name is. Every woman should feel pleasure like this, at least once in her life. Being fucked all the way into ecstasy is the pinnacle of a wicked existence, sure, but there’s something about being eaten out until the climax… Especially when the man that has his mouth on you knows what he’s doing. And, lucky for me, that’s exactly the case.

The moment my back arches and my muscles start to twitch, Parker stops the erratic movements of his mouth and simply wraps his lips around my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue and amplifying my orgasm until it becomes so massive I feel dizzy and on the verge of passing out.

"Fuck… Now that’s talent," I say as I roll to the side, sprawling myself on the bed and breathing so hard that it feels like my lungs are filled with sharp needles.