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Probably because my uncle had a lot of cash hidden inside.
I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I felt foolish and silly, and more than once I thought about getting up and pulling my clothes on.
But instead, I stayed on the bed, nearly naked.
Until I heard him come up the steps.
I sat up straight, chest out, heart hammering. He opened the door and the light from the hall spilled inside. He stood there for a moment, a brief flicker of surprise ghosted across his expression, before he shut the door behind him.
The room was lit by a single bedside lamp.
He walked to me and tilted his head.
“For me?” he asked, and his eyes moved up and down my body.
I opened my legs and leaned back on my hands.
“If you want,” I said.
He dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my thighs to my hips, then pulled me closer to him. He looked into my eyes and my heart beat so hard I thought I might pass out.
“You know what I want,” he said. His voice was low and thick, and I bit my lip hard enough to hurt.
“Why?” I asked. “Why do you… why do you want me?”
“Because.” He reached up and took my hair with his right hand. I let out a little moan and shut my eyes. His other hand moved down between my legs. “This is why,” he said. “And this.” He kissed my chest, then moved to my neck. “And this.” He kissed my neck, then my lips.
I kissed him back hard as his grip tightened in my hair. His other hand massaged between my legs and sent lightning bolts of pleasure up my spine. I moaned into his kiss, unable to help myself, and I wanted him so badly it hurt, it ached between my legs.
He released my hair and moved back. He stood and took a few steps back. I took deep, panting breaths, my mouth hanging open.
He began to unbutton his shirt.
“Stand up,” he said.
I stood slowly.
“Turn around,” he said. “Let me see you.”
I did a slow circle, up on my toes. His eyes stared at my ass and I loved the pure lust in his expression. He got his shirt off, his muscular torso so gorgeous in the dim lamp light. He began to take off his belt and I stepped up to him, taking over. I dropped to my knees and unbuckled him, then unbuttoned the front. I pulled his zipper down and took off his trousers. He kicked them aside as I massaged his thick, hard cock over his briefs. I took them off next and sucked in a breath at the sight of his twitching, rock hard shaft.
I took him with both hands and sucked his cock. He growled a moan and held the back of my head, hand in my hair, pulling tight. He pushed me down along his shaft and I gagged as he slid into my throat. I pulled back, gasping, and stroked him faster with both hands. He pushed me down again, fucked my mouth, grunting with pleasure as he used my lips. He thrust deep again and this time I suppressed my gag, let him fuck my throat.
He pulled me back and kissed me. I moaned into that kiss as he lifted me by my hair and shoved me at the bed. He turned me around and slapped my ass hard before pulling off my panties like he was unwrapping a present.
I looked over my shoulder as he dropped to his knees and spread me wide. He licked me from behind, licked every inch of me, and my fingers curled into the comforter. I moaned as his tongue did its work, made me soaking wet, sent shivers of pleasure down my spine. I couldn’t help myself, I writhed and pushed back against his mouth, wanting more of his tongue, more of his body.
He pulled back and spanked my ass again before taking off my bra. I let it fall forward and pushed it onto the floor. He held me down, pinning me to the bed, my dripping wet pussy up in the air for him to do whatever he wanted.
First, he teased me with his fingers, sliding in and out as he held my hair tight.
“I dream about this pussy,” he said. “I wake up rock hard and stroke myself thinking about your tight, delicious, slick cunt wrapped around my shaft. And I know how fucked up it is. I know how you came into my life. But I don’t really care about any of that.”
“What do you care about?” I asked, then moaned as his slipped his fingers deep.
“I care about making you sweat,” he said and pulled his fingers back out. “I care about making you moan.” He pressed the tip of his cock against my aching, dripping pussy. “And I care about making you feel good.”
