He teased my nipples until they were swollen and sensitive. And I kept begging him to make me come. Uncle used his fingers, his mouth, even his teeth to nip and tug at the peaks until I was writhing beneath him.
“Please, Uncle Brooks,”I whimpered, my hips bucking as he moved his hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit. “Please make me come.” I tasted the saltiness of my tears as they continued to fall down my cheeks and pool in the corners of my mouth.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. Dominating. “You’ll come when I say you can.”
And so he kept me edging even longer, pushing me to the brink repeatedly before pulling away and leaving me desperate and shaking and crying harder than before.
It was torture but the best kind.
He made me feel alive in a way nothing else ever had.
His lips were soft at first, gentle, but then he deepened the kiss on my pussy, opening his mouth wider and plunging his tongue into my hole while he kept tweaking my nipples, stimulating them until they ached.
“God, Dolly,” he whispered against my soaked, sensitive pussy lips, his thumbs pulling each lip apart so cool air wafted over them. “Your pussy and tits are fucking perfect. I could spend all night worshiping your entire body, and still, it wouldn’t be enough.”
Uncle Brooks kissed back up to my breasts, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking hard. I gasped, my back arching as pleasure shot through me.
“Soon, these will give me what I crave. What I fucking need,” he seemed to say to himself.
He teased me with his tongue, flicking it over the sensitive bud before biting down gently, just hard enough to make me whimper. And all the while, he cupped the mounds, my breasts overflowing obscenely in his big, calloused palms.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and I could feel more of my cum leaking from my pussy with every touch.
“Uncle Brooks,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please… please touch my cunt. Make me come.”
He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty that vibrated through my whole body. He gave me what I needed and reached between my legs. His fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I cried out.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Just let go for your uncle.”
While he suckled on my nipples, Uncle Brooks worked me slowly, his fingers rubbing circles around my clit before sliding lower and teasing my pussy hole. I whimpered, my hips bucking as he pushed a thick finger inside me, curling it just right.“Yes,”I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets as he added another finger and then a third until he was stretching me so much I felt pain and pleasure and oh so full.
Brooks kept his mouth on my breast, sucking and biting as he fingered me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’d been edging for so long, and I needed a few more seconds, a little more pressure…
By the time he finally let me come, I was sobbing as relief filled me. My orgasm hit me like an anvil slammed into my body. I was a trembling mess as pleasure washed over me, and I cried out at how incredible it felt.
My uncle kept his fingers lodged in me, thrusting them as he rolled his thumb over my swollen clit. I writhed and gasped as my orgasm just kept going on and on.
And the whole time, he worshiped my breasts with his talented mouth, which made my pleasure skyrocket.
After I came, he crawled onto the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms, holding me close as I caught my breath and my body slowly stopped shaking from the post-orgasmic aftermath.
“My good, fucking girl,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. “So perfect and mine.”
I believed him more than anything, but at the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder what he meant when he played with my breasts and said,“Soon, these will give me what I crave. What I fucking need.”
8
DOLLY
Weeks later
Iwoke up with a dull ache in my chest, my tits heavy and sore as if they’d been pulled taut overnight. Although my uncle had brought me to orgasm last night and relentlessly paid station to my breasts, this felt… different.
I winced as I sat up, the fabric of my nightgown brushing against my nipples, sending a shiver of discomfort down my spine.
I glanced down, and my breath caught—tiny wet spots stained the thin material right over my nipples.
What the hell?I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling the warmth of my swollen breasts beneath my fingers.
