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When we get to the Belyaev mansion, I turn to get out, but Uncle Kristian grabs my wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Inside. This is where I live.”
He glances at the house and then back to me. “Come home with me. Stay the night.”
I swallow hard as I stare at his mouth. Every time we’ve kissed or done anything more than that, he’s ambushed me to get what he wants.
“You could just drive off with me,” I say, half hoping he will.
“I could,” he replies but doesn’t move. He’s asking me to decide.
Finally, my cheeks burning, I nod. “Take me home, please. Your home.”
Without a word, Uncle Kristian starts his car and we race away.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been to his house, but it’s just as I remember it. Sleek. Stylish. Just like him.
When we reach the living room, I turn to him shyly. “Can you teach me how to, um…”
He smiles and he suddenly looks wolfish. “Teach you to what? Dismantle a bomb? Snipe from a tall building?”
I could murder him for taunting me like this. “Give you…a blow job.”
He groans and laps at my lips with his tongue. “The nuns at school didn’t know what they were talking about. I knew being a terrible man my whole life was going to get me exactly what I wanted.”
“Don’t bring up nuns when I’m talking about—”
But I can’t answer because he kisses me hungrily. “Lay down on the ottoman, princess. On your back. Move along so your head is hanging a little off the edge.”
I’m confused as to why I’m doing this, but I lay down and position myself as he says.
Uncle Kristian grabs hold of my throat, squeezing the sides and holding on firmly. “Now open your mouth.”
I do as I’m told, and he pushes his middle and ring fingers past my teeth.
“Now suck. That’s it,” he murmurs lovingly as I close my lips around him, and he slides his fingers deeper. “You see how you don’t gag when I hit the back of your throat like that?”
Then his hand is off my throat and his fingers are out of my mouth.
“Sit up,” he orders.
Feeling flustered and a little out of breath, I raise myself up until I’m seated before him. Uncle Kristian is still clothed and his erection is right in my face. He waits, a smirk on his handsome face, to see what I’ll do next.
This man is not letting me off the hook by being overbearing. Tonight, everything’s happening because I want it to happen. Damn him.
I reach for his pants and unbutton them, my tongue moving against the roof of my mouth. I’ve been thinking about this all day. All week. The sensation of his tongue on my pussy is intensely wonderful, and it surely must be the same for him to feel me lick him. Feel me suck. Occasionally he’s sucked gently on my clit and it’s made me see stars.
While I undo his pants and tug the waistband of his underwear down, he shrugs out of his shirt and discards it on the sofa. I’ve never seen his cock this close before, and I stroke my fingers along his swollen, veiny length.
Uncle Kristian groans softly under his breath.
Heat and pleasure ripple through me. I made him sound like that, and I’m the reason his eyes are fluttering closed and his head is tipping back. I love the way his throat muscles flex and his Adam’s apple stands out.
My mouth opens of its own accord and I lick him, enjoying the sensation of the ridge of his cock against my tongue. Uncle Kristian sucks in a breath, and in my peripheral vision I see his head snap up and he gazes down at me with laser focus. I open wider and take him in my mouth, sucking him slowly up and down.
“That’s perfect, princess,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. “Just like that.”
Uncle Kristian pushes deeper, and I panic and grab his hips as I feel myself about to gag. He stops and pulls back a little.
