Chapter 194 My Step Uncle And I {2}

Chapter 194 My Step Uncle And I {2}
Perhaps it should have ended there but Uncle Wilton had sneaked into my room again - this time, at the early hours of dawn.

"Uncle Wilton," I gasped in surprise when I noticed he was the one knocking.

"May I come in?" He asked, pushing the door open even before I objected.

"Uncle Wilton, we need to stop." I told him when he pulled off his shirt when he came in. "What if Aunt May notice some changes? As far as I'm concerned, I don't want her heart broken because of our sin." I added.

Wilton furrowed his brow. "Sin?" he laughed, "I thought you enjoyed me sneaking into your room." He brushed a hand over his head.

"I did," I whined as he started to pull me into his arms. "But we must think of aunt May." I trembled when his lips fell to the base of my neck.

Truth be told, I had enjoyed every sizzling moment with him. It was so different. Perhaps that was why it was called a sin and a taboo. And that was the reason I couldn't sleep a wink, the memories replayed itself for a million times. And I wanted him again but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Logic was useless to me.
I was fighting against him while emotion was gaining ground. Uncle Wilton turned me on in way other man had ever done.

Perhaps, I should do away with the erotica book that consume my daily thoughts. The stories in them had me stealing glances at Uncle Wilton in the first place and he had sensed my desire for him.

He pulled me closer as I tried to turn on the lock to the door. My buttocks was to his cock as he fished his cock out.

"Where will aunt May think you are presently?" I questioned, my eyes danced around in circles as he teased me with his cock.

"She's still hung up in bed. She drank herself to stupor last night," he explained, cupping my breasts.

I let out a moan as he continued to massaged my breasts. The way he tugged at the nipples at intervals, then painfully squeezed them - as if by so doing, the milk would splatter in his hands. Then his hands would go soft on them.

He possessed the strength of a young man that had me wondering if indeed uncle Wilton was drawing close to 50.

"Spread those legs, let me see that beauty of yours," he went on one knee as I pressed myself to a wall.

One look behind me, I noticed as he studied my pussy, puking a finger into it and sucking it at every withdrawal. "It's still quite tender." he noticed, "did I leave you sore?" He added.

His eyes glinted with worry when I flipped yet another gaze. "A tinge of it." I managed to say.

Would I say I was getting rather impatient? I thought he would slip his staff into my pussy and fuck me thoroughly till I was far spent.

Yet, I was curious to know why he seemed to adore the mere sight of my pussy. He fingered and sucked on his finger until he finally placed his mouth on my entrance.

The wetness of his tongue had been shivering. I was slowly beginning to get wet.

"Have you ever been tasted like this?" His eyes probed me when I threw a glance at him.

"No," I mumbled breathlessly.

"Allow me," he grinned, thrusting his tongue into my hole until it felt warm and wet.

My hand rolled into fists as I desperately tried to contain the swelling tide in me. "Hmmmmm, oh God," I moaned.

"When I come in, twill be much better." He stood up behind me, repositioned himself and channeled his hardened cock into me.

"Kiss me," he said when we seemed to stare endlessly at each other.

"Now that's better." He pressed his staff till it was completely swallowed by my cunt.

I moaned loudly and he was forced to clamped a hand over my mouth. "Savour every thrust darling, but hush it down." He reminded me.

He dipped my buttocks forward so that every slam hit at the perfect place, and his groin resounded to the thrilling effect.

His grit and stamina was mind-blowing as he continued to pounded his flesh into me. After a series of minutes had passed, he swirled me around, had my legs straddled to his forearms and continued from where he stopped.

"I'm cumming," I moaned as he leaned in to brush our lips together.

As he rode on faster and faster, my legs started to shake to the rhythm, my pussy clenching around his staff.

"That was good," he commented as his thrusts slowed.

When we returned to the bed, his staff was still inside me. He planted a kiss thereafter withdrawing his cock from my cunt.

"I don't think I'll ever forget this in a hurry," he kissed my cheek.

I felt good, yeah yet I was viably bruised the deed I had committed. I couldn't linger another second and hoped Uncle Wilton would stop sneaking into my room.

If he did, I wouldn't be able to stop him because I love how he fucked me.