Chapter 57: Chapter 57

JUNE

“Just forget about him, Kristin,” I leaned down and sucked his right ear into my mouth. “Though he was the first man I ever had sex with, you are the only one I've kissed. And this,” I pecked him on his mouth before I went down once more, knelt and placed my hand on his shaft. “You are the only man I will ever kiss here,” I smiled up at him.

His breath hitched when I slowly lowered the zip of his trousers, trying to act like a professional when I was nothing but an amateur.

Oddly enough, doing this felt familiar, but I could have sworn I hadn't done this before. Yet, it felt like I'd done it countless times.

He placed his hand on mine, when I made to touch his boxer brief, prompting me to look at him with a confused expression on my face.

“What's wrong, Kristin?” I pursed my lips, frowning at him. “I hope you are not thinking of stopping me.” I glared daggers at him, wondering why he had such bad timings.

“No, I'm not,” he shook his head. “I just wish to confirm that you know what you are doing. I don't want you to regret this, Doll.”

“And you think I will?” I escaped his firm hold and began to stroke the growing bulge in his trousers.

He let out a long sigh and I took the opportunity to quickly undo the button and unzip the fly. He didn't try to stop me as I reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock.

With a smile, I watched him, pleased to know that I was the one making him feel this way, and not just some other woman.

I stared at his hard dick, mesmerized by the beauty of it. I've watched my fair share of porn to get myself ready and acquainted, but none of the cocks in those videos prepared me for the real deal.

I've touched him countless times, I know, but who would have thought that when aroused, he is much bigger?

“Scared?” He joked, slowly stroking my ears, and making me purr like a cat.

“You wish,” I leaned down to take it in my mouth when he stopped me.

Once more, I glanced up at him with a frustrated expression on my face, “Don't try to stop me, Kristin. I'm doing this.”

I leaned down, and sucked the tip of his dick, licking the smear of pre-cum off it. I repeated my actions, circling the tip of his dick before I fully took it into my mouth.

He quietly grunted and ran his fingers through my hair, small curses escaping his mouth as I continued to lick as much as I could while wrapping my fingers around the base of his dick.

I know he had completely given in when he sucked air through his teeth as I kissed and licked the tip, swirling my tongue around it, then running it up and down the bottom of his shaft.

I tried to emulate all the things I watched in those movies, trying to give him as much pleasure as I could.

“Fuck, Doll, your mouth feels so good,” he rasped, running his fingers through my hair, but not pushing my head down to engulf his dick. He was attempting to let me do as I wished, which I'm grateful for.

I teased him, removing my mouth from his dick before I brought it back, slowly sinking my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat. I deliberately removed my head and repeated my actions. Globs of saliva streamed down the side of my mouth as I continued to get my mouth and hands accustomed to having something huge in my mouth.

Suddenly, he let out a low, guttural growl as he grabbed a fist full of my hair and shoved his entire cock into my mouth.

I gagged, feeling an uncomfortable burn on the side of my mouth as he continued to thrust in, holding my head down.

“Fuck!” He growled, diving into my mouth, fast, his breath coming in gasps with each thrust. Saliva trickled down the side of my mouth to the floor as I tightened my hands around the base of his dick.

I know I should have been scared by his actions, but I was expecting it. Even at that, my pussy continued to throb, contracting as it sought for something hard and manly.

He face-fucked me until I couldn't take it any more and needed to stop and breathe. He slowly removed his dick from my mouth, only to thrust in so hard, it left me gasping.

His groans grew loud until I felt his dick twitch.

“I'm cuming, doll,” he whispered before I felt the string of his cum in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could while trying not to suffocate with his dick in my mouth.

He slowly removed my mouth from his dick, and I tried to gulp as much as I could while looking into his eyes.

My mouth hurts like hell—almost like it did on the day I returned home drunk—but it wasn't enough to dampen my happiness.

“I've not met a woman as sexy as you, June,” he leaned down and stroked the side of my mouth, smearing his thumb with his cum. He slowly got me to open my mouth before he put his thumb in, commanding me to suck on it, and I did.

I licked around his thumb, treating it like his shaft as I sucked it into my mouth.

His eyes turned darker, “How the hell did you know how to seduce, Doll?” He removed his thumb from my mouth and carried me up, placing me on the bed.

“I learned it from you. Watching you fuck all those sluts, taught me—”

He placed his right index on my mouth, “Shh. I don't want you to speak of those women. Tonight, it's just you and me.”

I smiled at his words, loving the combination of the 'you and me'.

He leaned down, and stroked my right cheek, not doing anything, which made me a bit frustrated.

“Will you… Will you….” I shyly bit my bottom lip, “will you use your toys on me tonight, Uncle?”

He looked stunned by my question, but covered it up with a smile, “Not tonight, love. But we will have enough time to do that. For now, I wish to make love to you.”

My breath hitched in my throat at his words, not 'the making love to me' part, but the sentence before that.

“Does that mean that we are going to do this again?” I asked, trying to understand his words, so I wouldn't be misled.

“Don't you want that?”

“I do,” I raised my hands and wrapped them around his neck. “I wish to have you make mad love to me for the rest of our lives.”

I want to carry your babies!!!!!

I screamed like a lunatic in my head. Saying that now might scare him off and I don't want that.

He gently touched the slopes of my breasts and then cupped them, pressing gently through the material of my gown as he let his hands roam over the smooth skin of my stomach and waist.

With his other hand, he lifted the left side of my gown and kept on touching and cupping them, but I felt he was losing control over himself as his movement became rougher—I knew he was trying to treat me gentler instead of the rough sex he's accustomed to.

He lifted me from the bed and made me raise my hands as he removed my gown, leaving me alone in just my bra, which he soon removed with expert fingers.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as he stared at my breasts, mesmerized by my tight pink orbs.

I know I'm not busty, but my breasts are full—enough for a man to wrap his palms around them and fondle them.

He gently placed me back on the bed, leaned down, and captured my right nipple with his hot lips, sucking them in...