Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“I did. I guess you found that loophole quickly enough,” I chuckle, placing my hand on his knee as I do it. I take it off as quickly as I’ve touched him, but it’s enough to make a hard shape start to grow between his legs. Shamelessly, I let my eyes fall down to the bulging shape already tenting his pants.

“Like what you see?” he asks me with a cocky smile, not even bothering to hide his hard-on. His cock seems to be massive, bigger than any other cock I’ve ever seen, and my knee-jerk response is to tell him that yes, I love what I’m seeing.

“It takes more than that to impress me,” I whisper with a shrug, narrowing my eyes seductively. “More than size, it takes skill.”

“Well, you can’t criticize without trying it…” he whispers back at me, and I notice that his cock has grown even bigger with the prospect of some real action. And, thing is, the same has happened with my pussy; I’m so wet right now that my fluids are starting to drip down my inner thighs. If I’m not careful, soon enough there’s going to be a wet patch on my dress.

Usually I’m always in control of the situation, but with Austin … there’s something about him (or, rather, there are a lot of things about him) that just make me feel completely out of control. And that’s a feeling I’m not very familiar with. Call me a control-freak if you want to, but I’m always at a loss whenever I feel control slipping off my fingers. Except, right now, I don’t feel at a loss; instead, I feel ecstatic.

“Fun is fun, right?” I ask him, laying one hand on his knee and then allowing my fingers to make the hike up to his crotch.

“Fun is fun,” he repeats after me, his grin widening as I rest the palm of my hand over his hard cock.

Well, let’s have some fun then.

Ashley

The moment I rest my hand over Austin’s crotch and curl my fingers around his cock, it’s as if something snaps in his mind.

He closes the distance between both of our bodies and places one hand on the nape of my neck; tangling his fingers in my hair, he looks me straight in the eyes and smiles. Not a grin, but a smile. Then he leans into me slowly, and I find my eyelids drooping by instinct. Our lips make contact a heartbeat later and, right then, I kn

ow that I made the right choice by surrendering to the lust fluttering inside of me.

Parting my lips, I slide my tongue inside his mouth and flick it against his, kissing him with a passion so fierce and violent that it makes me afraid. He holds my head as we kiss, his fingers turned into claws as he grabs me by the hair.

“Delicious … just like I thought,” he whispers as he pulls back from me, that sweet smile of his still dancing on his lips. “I’ve been dying to taste your lips.”

“What else have you been dying to taste?” I ask him, deviousness making my heart race faster. Still with my fingers on his cock, I flatten the palm of my hand against his pulsing member and apply some pressure there, enjoying the way an expression of pleasure washes over his face.

“I can ask the same thing, you know?” he shoots right back at me, placing one hand on my naked knee and sliding it up until his fingertips are brushing against the hemline of my dress. Reacting by instinct, I part my legs slightly, and he doesn’t hesitate; he runs his fingers up my leg, only stopping when he has them brushing against my inner thigh.

“Maybe I don’t want to taste anything,” I reply with a purr, but the way his smile turns into a grin lets me know that he isn’t buying my lies. And, really, what I just told him is a lie because right or wrong, I’m dying to see how he looks under his suit and, yes, I’m also dying to feel the taste of his cock.

“We’ll see about that,” he whispers softly, once again leaning into me and brushing his lips against mine. At the same time, his fingers run up my inner thigh, crossing the remaining few inches separating them from my wet pussy. I feel a shiver climbing up my spine the moment I feel his touch on my thong, and that shiver turns into an electric firestorm the moment he flattens his hand against my wetness.

Applying exactly the right amount of pressure, he draws a moan out of me as I lean back against the seat, throwing my head back against the headrest and closing my eyes.

I let go of his cock and take both my hands to his face. Holding him, I open my eyes and lock them on his; this time I’m the one closing the distance between our mouths, my lips looking for his with a burning need. We kiss in abandonment, savoring the taste of each other’s mouth while, at the same time, Austin presses harder against my pussy. Moving his hand up and down, left and right, he hits all the right spots, leaving me wanting more… So much more.

“You’re pretty excited for someone who was playing hard to get,” he says with a grin, taking his mouth to my ear while he presses his hand so hard against my pussy that I can’t help but let out another moan.

“You’re one to speak,” I chuckle, darting my hand to his crotch and laying it on his cock. I curl my fingers around the thick shape tenting his pants and, without a moment’s hesitation, I grip his cock tightly. “You want this much more than I do,” I tease him, moving my hand over his cock much in the same way he’s doing it to my pussy.

“Maybe,” he simply says, sitting up straight on his seat. Moving fast, he takes his hand off of my pussy and grabs me by the wrist; he pulls me up and into him then, and I sit on his lap willingly. I’m straddling, my knees on either side of his thighs, and there’s a fire burning deep inside my belly.

Biting down on my lower lip, I buck my hips at him and press my crotch against his. The hemline of my dress hikes up to my waist as I do it, and I throw my head back as I feel his thickness pressed against the drenched fabric of my thong. Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I start swaying my hips as I build a rhythm, teasing and stroking him with just my crotch.

I do it for God knows how long, my body driven by deep lust and desire, and it doesn’t take long for Austin to try and match my rhythm. He bucks his hips up at me as I move, pressing his thick cock against my pussy so hard that I can’t help but want more.

“You’re so much more than just eye candy, aren’t you, Ashley?” he asks me, his voice heavy with anticipation.

“Took you this long to figure that out, Mr. President? I thought you had to be smart in order to be President,” I tease him, getting out from on top of him and sitting by his side again. This time I lean back against the door, placing my heels on top of the leather seat and spreading my legs; I pull my dress up to my waist, offering him a nice view of my La Perla black lace thong.

“Better late than sorry…” he whispers, his eyes widening as he lowers his gaze and focuses on my wet thong. He remains frozen in place for a few seconds, taking in the sight, and I can almost feel the pressure inside the limo growing and growing.

When he finally comes for me, he places both his hands on my ankles and, moving slowly, slides them up to my knees. From there, he cuts inward and moves toward my inner thighs, his fingertips once more brushing against my drenched thong. Without taking his eyes off mine, he lets a devious grin take over his lips and then flicks my thong to the side; he runs the tip of his index finger up the length of my wet pussy and then, taking his hand from between my thighs, raises it toward his mouth.

Brushing his fingertip over his mouth, I hold my breath as I see him spreading my fluids over his lips. “Delicious,” he whispers softly, and my heart almost bursts at that. Just from this small action, I can tell that Austin knows what he’s doing when it comes to women. Not only does he know how to be dirty, he enjoys it. And I like that … I like that very much.