"I want your fat, monster cock," I whisper, calling to mind the image of Art’s dick in my face. "Give it to me. Put it in my mouth. I want it..."
"You sure about that?"
I tense at the sound of Art’s voice slicing through the quiet.
Standing like a giant in the open doorway, sporting a massive bulge in his black sweatpants, Art looks like a predator about to pounce.
A predator, or a criminal.
Immediately, I scramble off the pillows and pull my knees to my chest, heart racing like I've just run a marathon. "You shouldn’t be in here."
"But I wanted to thank you for dinner,” he says, not missing a beat.
"You could’ve knocked." Suddenly, I know what I want more than his cock. I want—no, need—to hear him admit that he’s doing this on purpose, that he wants to see me embarrassed. "Just say it. You like scaring me."
He moves fully into my room. I fight to keep my gaze locked on his.
"You're right,” he says, “I do."
He takes another step, then another, all the way to the edge of my bed. Once again, his cock is in my face.
"I like watching you blush and squirm like a scared little girl,” he says. “It makes my dick hard as a rock. But you like it, too."
"I do not—" I yelp as he grasps my ankles, hauls me to the edge of the bed, and spreads my legs.
"Sure you do. You like it so much your pussy's practically weeping."
The lust in Art’s eyes is like a finger on my clit. He practically licks his chops at the sight of my pussy, and even though it’s scary, even though it’s something I’ve never done before, I like it. I want it. I want Art to scare me.
I want him to do so much more.
"You like the way I push you,” he says, “and you like having my fat cock in your face. Say it."
"I like it."
His gaze narrows. "Like what?"
"Your f-fat c-cock," I stutter, dying of embarrassment.
"And you want to see it."
I nod.
"Say yes."
"Yes..." I swallow hard, my cheeks burning like embers. "I want to see it, Uncle Art."
I don't know why I said it, only that it feels right. He is my uncle. Not by blood, but by the bonds that matter.
The bonds of the family you choose.
"I knew you were a dirty girl." From the way he’s grinning, he’s obviously eager to take on his new role. He kneels on the floor in front of me.
"W-what are you doing?" My voice trembles; I sound petrified.
Uncle Art glides his hands up my thighs. "It would be criminal not to taste this creamy pussy."
His tongue is wet and slippery. He licks the spot between my pussy and my ass, then dips his tongue inside me. I gasp. I'd heard oral sex was great, but being on the receiving end is more intense than I could’ve expected. So many sensations and places to explore, and Art seems determined to find them all. He sucks my lips, both inner and outer, then glides his tongue over my clit.