Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
But I couldn’t deny how much I craved it all. I wanted my uncle’s praise. I needed it. I wanted him to tell me I was his good girl, that I sucked his dick better than anyone else.
It was long minutes of him face fucking me before Uncle Brooks finally pulled his dick out from between my lips. I coughed and gasped as spit trailed down my chin and covered my heaving breasts.
My uncle stood over me, his long, hard shaft glistening with my saliva. His eyes were locked on my tits, and I watched as his dick throbbed right before me, more pre-cum slipping out of the tip.
“It would be so fucking hot to see those big, juicy titties filled with milk, to have white beads dripping out of those succulent nipples for me.”
I knew he turned himself on even more when he spoke such erotic things, and truth was… it did for me, too.
Uncle Brooks shoved his cock back in my mouth and fucked me between my lips until he came. I felt the thick, hot jets of his cum slide down the back of my throat, and I greedily swallowed every drop I could.
When he pulled out, cum dripped out the tip of him in strings, dripping onto the bedroom floor obscenely. I licked my lips, rose, and he was kissing me instantly. I wondered if he liked the flavor of his semen on my tongue?
Although he’d already come, I knew he wasn’t done. We had a routine, one that he did every night after dinner.
I’d be on my knees sucking his cock. He’d come. I’d take every drop like his hungry slut, and then he’d lay me on his bed and play with my big, sensitive breasts and nipples while eating me out until I went over the edge.
And every night after I’d taken my vitamins, we ate supper, and shared a beer on the porch.
Then I yearned for him to take my hand and lead me to his room for dessert.
7
DOLLY
Uncle Brooks loved my breasts. He was obsessed.
Now, after all his attention to them, they were full and heavy, and my nipples were constantly sensitive from his relentless attention.
My uncle spent hours touching them, kneading them, sucking on them until I was a whimpering mess.
I didn’t know how long he’d been doing it tonight, but I’d been edging for release for so long. I was crying and begging, tears streaming down my cheeks as I pleaded with him to fuck me.
But he never did. Uncle Brooks never pushed his enormous dick into my pussy. He only used his mouth and fingers to get me off, and I loved it so much that I never questioned why he didn’t fuck me.
“You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, his mouth wet, his breath humid and warm as it brushed along my chest. “Perfect for me to play with. Perfect for me to make you feel good.”
He teased my nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. And I kept begging him to make me come. Uncle used his fingers, his mouth, even his teeth to nip and tug at the peaks until I was writhing beneath him.
“Please, Uncle Brooks,” I whimpered, my hips bucking as he moved his hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit. “Please make me come.” I tasted the saltiness of my tears as they continued to fall down my cheeks and pool in the corners of my mouth.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. Dominating. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
And so he kept me edging even longer, pushing me to the brink repeatedly before pulling away and leaving me desperate and shaking and crying harder than before.
It was torture but the best kind.
He made me feel alive in a way nothing else ever had.
His lips were soft at first, gentle, but then he deepened the kiss on my pussy, opening his mouth wider and plunging his tongue into my hole while he kept tweaking my nipples, stimulating them until they ached.
“God, Dolly,” he whispered against my soaked, sensitive pussy lips, his thumbs pulling each lip apart so cool air wafted over them. “Your pussy and tits are fucking perfect. I could spend all night worshiping your entire body, and still, it wouldn’t be enough.”
Uncle Brooks kissed back up to my breasts, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking hard. I gasped, my back arching as pleasure shot through me.
“Soon, these will give me what I crave. What I fucking need,” he seemed to say to himself.
He teased me with his tongue, flicking it over the sensitive bud before biting down gently, just hard enough to make me whimper. And all the while, he cupped the mounds, my breasts overflowing obscenely in his big, calloused palms.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and I could feel more of my cum leaking from my pussy with every touch.