Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Tell me, Hails. When you were begging me to come fuck you, did you mean it?”
I nodded. He cupped the side of my face and forced me to meet his serious gaze.
“I need to hear you say it, Hailee. If I’m going to drag us both to hell, I need to know you’re ready to burn there with me.”
“I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a long time.” I wasn’t nervous anymore. I loved and trusted my uncle to handle my inexperienced body with care, just like he’d taken care of every other part of me all these years.
“You really want me to be the first man inside you, even knowing what I’ve done.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, though he seemed to be giving me time to respond.
“Please, Uncle Logan.” I was afraid he’d talk himself out of going through with this. Grasping his wrist, I brought his hand down between my legs. “Feel for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
My core tightened as he gently stroked my inner thigh, inching closer to the edge of my panties, barely covered by my shorts. He didn’t even have to slide his fingers beneath my clothes to feel how wet I was. My shorts and panties were already soaked with my desire for him.
The searing intensity of his stare made my pulse jump. Whatever doubts he’d been harboring seemed to vanish in the face of my arousal. He kissed me greedily. I parted my lips, letting him take control of my tongue. Heat pulsed through me, pooling in my hips and making me antsier than I already was.
Finally, he shifted, settling his groin into the space between my spread thighs. I moaned, savoring the delicious pressure against my core and the weight of his body on top of me. I ran my hands over his strong arms and muscular shoulders the way I’d always longed to. He rose slightly, holding himself up by his arms and granting me access to his broad chest and firm abs. I felt his bulge pulsate against my core as I skimmed the waistband of his boxers.
“Does little Hailee want to play with her uncle’s hard cock?” he asked, flashing me a wicked smirk.
I was glad he seemed to be over his hang-ups about our taboo relationship. Why pretend there wasn’t anything scandalous about what we were doing when accepting it could make the road to damnation that much more pleasurable?
I nodded. “Please let me play with it.”
He knelt in front of me and began working his boxers down his legs. As soon as his erection sprang into view, I felt my mouth water. His cock was bigger than I expected, having felt it pressed against my hip for the past few minutes. I gasped when he took my hand and brought it to his body.
“Feel that?” he rasped. “That’s how desperately I want to fuck you. Every time I look at you, I have to fight to keep that craving under control.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have fought so hard to hide it.”
His cock burned blood-hot against my palm. I explored his entire length using just my fingertips. Only the tension in his jaw betrayed the agony my careful consideration was putting him through.
“Couldn’t risk you finding out what a sick fuck I really am,” he said through clenched teeth. “I didn’t want to scare you off.”
“I’m not scared. I’m sick, too.” I stroked his cock lightly, up and down, hypnotized by the movement and the subtle ways he fought to keep his composure. I knew he was struggling to be patient with me, and I was grateful for his endurance. But part of me was curious to see how far I could draw things out before he snapped and took what he wanted.
His hand closed around mine on his cock.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re a smart girl, Hailee. You knew that talking dirty would lure me in here, and just like you know I can only take so much teasing before I take matters into my own hands.”
He used my hand to stroke himself a times before guiding me off his cock completely. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, he pulled them—along with my underwear—down and off my legs.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said.
My face warmed at his choice of words. I’d come a long way from the insecure, bullied high schooler I used to be, but some days were still better than others. I didn’t need validation from others to know I deserved good things, but it still felt nice to hear him say it.
Uncle Logan’s hands were suddenly everywhere, squeezing and caressing as he stripped off my pajama top. I was naked. His whirlwind touch overwhelmed me so much that all I could do was lie there and take what he gave me. He kissed and licked every inch of my body that he could reach, including my toes. I felt his love for me in every kiss, as well as his long-awaited pleasure at finally getting to possess me the way he’d always wanted to. He ran his hands up my inner thighs, his gaze locked onto my pussy. I whimpered as he slid his fingers through my wetness.