Scarlett presses a finger over my lips.
"If you really mean that," she whispers, "then..."
I suddenly feel her fingers trailing down my pants.
Fuck.
"I need you now, Uncle—-" Her words end up in a laugh since I'm already dragging her off the driveway. Her Swiss school is thankfully surrounded by thick woods, and it takes only moments for me to find a large enough tree for us to hide behind.
"This is your last chance to change your—-" I break off when I see her already bending from the waist down as she wraps her arms around the bark.
FUCK!
Public outdoor sex has never held any kind of appeal to me, but just like always, Scarlett turns this into another temptation I can't resist, and I find myself relishing the sound of her gasp as I rip her panties off.
I reach between her legs and nearly groan when my fingers end up soaking wet.
"I miss your cock so much, Uncle Slater—-"
Her words are just too fucking much, and without giving her any warning, I unzip myself and shove my fully engorged cock hard and deep into her pussy.
Scarlett
I feel deliciously stuffed in an instant, and oh, I missed this, I missed feeling this stuffed so, so much—-
Aaaah!
Slater's thrusts come fast and hard, and I can only tighten my arms around the tree bark when my knees threaten to give out.
God, I love this.
I missed this.
I can't believe I've survived without this, and oh God, oh God—-
My heart slams against my chest as I feel his free hand slip between our bodies, and oh God, oh God—-
His fingers find my clit while the hand covering my mouth disappears...only to be replaced by a pair of fingers.
"Suck it," Slater growls from behind.
The harsh note of command in his voice makes my body tremble harder, and I release a little sob as I start sucking on his fingers.
It's like having a pair of smaller cocks inside of my mouth, and the thought makes me nearly delirious with lust.
I find myself sucking harder on his fingers while Slaters pounds into me just as hard...
Just as fast...
And oh God, oh God.
My legs buckle anew when I actually feel him swelling in size mid-thrust, and a familiar sense of pressure starts to build at the pit of my stomach.
I try my best to stem the tide and make it last—-
No, please, not just yet.
I want this to last.
I want him to keep fucking me.
But...
It's impossible.
Slater is just fucking me so, so good—-
He's fucking me so, so hard that my eyes start to roll back—-
Aaaaaaaah!
My hips slam wildly against his as I start to cum, and a moment later I feel Slater biting my shoulder just as his cock makes one powerful twitch—-
Oh God.
He starts cumming inside of me, his powerful body shuddering against mine, and there's just so much cum that I actually feel it burning inside of me, just so much cum that I can only sob and suck his fingers harder when my pussy is filled to the brim, and the rest starts trickling down my thighs.
He yanks his fingers out so he can turn my head, and our mouths fuse in a wildly passionate kiss.
"I love you, baby," he says raggedly against my lips, and my tears start falling again. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
I never thought I'd hear Slater say those words so easily.
Never.
But I guess it's just like they say.
Dreams do come true if you want them enough.
Epilogue
Here we fucking go again.
Today is my company's annual stockholder meeting, and while my vice-president gives his speech I spy a certain eighteen-year-old sneak into the conference hall like she knows she's doing something wrong.
Which is true, of course.
I don't even know where to begin, dammit.
The meeting started at ten, and she comes here at ten forty-five, and like always, she's still not wearing the company uniform.
The only reason HR isn't on her back about this is because one: she's my wife, and two: she's due to pop my heir out in a couple months' time.
As my vice-president ends his speech, and another member of the board takes over, there's a minor commotion at the back that has all heads swinging around—-
Fuck!
I'm off the stage in a flash and getting Scarlett out of harm's way as the table she accidentally bumps into wobbles, and the tower of champagne flutes piled on top of it slowly comes crashing down.
"Oops," is all Scarlett has to say, and I'm torn between strangling and kissing her for being too damn cute.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Slater."
"Will you never tire of saying that?" I ask, exasperated.