Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
He painted kisses down my neck. Lifting the hem of my cropped tank top, he sucked air through his teeth as he gazed down at my breasts. “You’re even more beautiful in person.”
I whimpered as he swirled his tongue around my left nipple.
“Oh my God.” I sighed the words. “How does that feel so incredible?”
Logan raised his head to look at my face.
“Don’t tell me no one’s ever played with your tits before. I won’t believe it.”
“They have, a couple times. Just not with their mouths.”
He paused and squinted. “Hailee, have you had sex before?”
I shook my head. I dated a boy briefly in high school. We’d kissed, but never went as far as taking our clothes off. I did make out pretty heavily with one guy a few times over the fall semester at Berkeley, but that was the extent of my sexual experiences with anyone other than myself.
“No,” I said shyly. “Is that a problem?”
“Absolutely not.” He pushed my breasts together, taking both of my nipples into his mouth at the same time.
I moaned shamelessly. As far as erogenous zones went, my nipples were almost as fun to play with as my clit. Even when touching myself, I tried to find ways to involve them. Logan alternated between licking and sucking my nipples, all while pulling whimpers and moans from my lips. I was humping the air by the time he was ready to come up for breath.
“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 Logan 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 forbidden 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.