Chapter 68: Chapter 68

KRISTIN

I don't know what this is, and I don't want it to end.

The moment I saw her text, I felt this strange happiness flow into me. My mentally exhausting day instantly felt better.

When I got to the house to find June sleeping while waiting for my return, I got this nostalgic feeling of June playing the role of a wife.

It was a perfect picture, at least, for me.

She was seated on the front porch in that picture-perfect imagination, her beautiful dark hair a curtain behind her back.

I could see the setting sun reflecting on and bouncing out of her brown orbs. She got up, arms outstretched for my neck.

The bags I was holding fell to the ground so I could grab her waist and kiss her...

Just the imagination of it gave me chills. It sounded perfect, but the battles we would fight would literally drain her.

June wasn't giving up. From what I've seen of her all these years, she doesn't place her fingers on something and look back—even literally.

The fingers caressing my abdomen and chest were not leaving anytime soon. And she definitely had no plans to give up until we were exhausted and breathing hard.

She was on her knees, looking up, her lust-filled eyes boring into mine. Her fingers worked on my belt.

She wasn't even giving me room to help.

I don't know what it is with designer belt manufacturers making the hook unnecessarily complex, sometimes it feels like unravelling a mystery.

When at last, she undid the hook and slid my trousers down, I was already erect and ready.

"Why don't you want to use your toys on me?" She pouted childishly and pursed her lips.

I had almost forgotten we were discussing about that.

"You are a greedy girl, doll."

"I can't deny that." She bit her lower lip, still looking into my eyes. My boxers joined my trousers at my knee. "For your information, I am ready for whatever you want to do."

"I don't think so." I grabbed my hard shaft and waved it in her face. It slapped against her cheeks a couple of times before she grabbed it and started stroking.

As her hands moved, her eyes moved down to analyze what she was holding. There was a look of awe in her eyes.

"You're big," she muttered lowly and kissed the tip of my dick, sending shivers down my spine.

"And you're beautiful," I grinned down at her. Like an obedient girl, she pressed closer and indicated that I should hold her hear. I guess it gives her this feeling of being dominated.

It was all about her, just her and nobody else.

When she parted her lips and took me in, I slightly released my grip on her head so she could go at a pace she was comfortable with.

After a very confusing day at work aided by Edith and Dija, this was just the treatment I needed.

Her lips wrapped around my dick tightly as she looked up, her lashes fluttering as she blinked.

I used to tell myself that it was the fact that June was way younger than me that usually made me excited with her, but I realized that it was all about JUNE and nothing else.

It was the subtle way she grabbed my balls while sucking on my dick, her beautiful mass of dark hair falling behind her like a curtain, desire making her nipples perky and jutting through the material on her chest.

"Take those clothes off," I murmured after realizing that it would make a very intoxicating view to see her boobs from my position. She let my dick go with a pop and proceeded to take her clothes off. I busied myself with completing the task of taking my clothes off. My trouser, which was already around my knee, easily came off. My shirt joined it moments later.

Just in time, I looked to see that June had taken off her shirt and was now working towards her underwear. The red lacy thing caught my fancy immediately.

"Leave that thong," I said and shot out my hand before she took it off.

She smirked and crawled towards me, her boobs a beautiful design on her chest.

"You like my underwear a lot, uncle," she said against my dick, handling it like a microphone.

"And you can't get enough of my dick," I playfully shot back and pushed her head closer, an indication for her to continue from where she stopped.

Her lips served as a warm vault that pulled me in, coating my entire body with a foreign warmth. I don't know how dicks were made, but everything that happens down there, vibrates through me, sending chills and occasionally shudders into me.

Her hands now worked with her, wrapping around the base of my dick and pulling the skin forward, shoving it into her mouth like a lollipop. Her cheeks sunken, she grabbed my right thigh with her free hand and pushed closer.

A gag followed it.

She pulled back, wiping her lips with her tongue, and looking into my eyes.

"Go slowly," I said. "Push out your tongue and relax your throat."

She nodded and got back to work. Her perky nipples were beginning to pull me closer than I imagined.

The thought of fixing my lips to her chest came with so strong an allure that I contemplated placing her on the bed and assaulting her boobs, but the thought to let her do her thing prevailed.

When she tried to go deep again and gagged, she didn't pull back, rather she pushed forward more, her neck popping veins with the exertion.

At last, after about two more gags, I was buried in her throat, the hairs on my groin tickling her face. From the position of her head tilted upward, I could see the clear print of my dick on her neck.

It was a beautiful sight. A very visible bulge was in her neck, stretching her flesh and popping veins.

She moved back, panting, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath; with the beautiful look of glassy satisfaction in her eyes.

"How was that?" she asked, breathing hard.

I reached forward to wipe her eyes. "That was great, doll. You did well. Let's do something else."

Like a child offered an eternity in an amusement park, her eyes lit up. "Tell me."