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The following morning . . .
Aiden paced some more in his bedroom. He glanced at his watch one more time before smoothing down imaginary wrinkles from his sleeves for what must’ve been the fourth time. Eight of the clock, Millie should be gone by now. But to his irritating realization as he strode downstairs, the telltale clanks of silverware against glass was heard. Fuck. Aiden had half a mind to turn back to his room like a coward when Millie’s soft eyes locked with his. “Good morning, Amelia.”
Millie’s response was a large spoonful of what appeared to be only Lucky Charms marshmallows in her bowl. She filled her cheeks so much she had to pat her lips with a napkin and hide her mouth for what he could only assume was slow open mouth chewing and dripping milk. Aiden chuckled, her discomfort giving him a strike of power.
He sat down opposite to her and watched as she took two smaller spoonfuls. “Aren’t you late for school?” he finally said when the silence grew oppressive.
“It’s Saturday.”
He eyed her for no good reason other than because he knew it made her uncomfortable. At least she still had the courtesy to look at him when she spoke. “Yes, well, I believe these are yours.”
He no more than slapped her panties on the table. The sudden heavy cling on his gold ring making her flinch. She stayed seating for one long moment, her cheeks turning from a soft pink to a harsh scarlet.
He sat back into his chair. Observing.
“Indeed, they are.” Her voice was disappointingly steady. It alarmed him how much he wanted to get a reaction from her, her attention. He’d thought to avoid Millie at all costs but now he realized her meek and pristine humiliation thrilled him.
He pawed her hand quickly once she reached for the small pink fabric. As she pulled away, he held her hand more firmly, “I did not mean to hurt you last night, Millie. I was dreaming of someone and had no control over my actions. I’m sorry.”
He watched with satisfaction as color drained from her cheeks. Could she have been disappointed at the thought of him hard for someone else? No. . . That would be absurd.
“It’s quite alright, Uncle Aiden.”
But it wasn’t quite alright. He did intend to do everything he had done and he wasn’t thinking of someone else. It was her at every moment. He knew it was wrong. Hell, he stayed up all night cursing himself and still his cock swelled with just the memory of her lips pressed against him. Could she have tasted his precum last night? He knew he’d been leaking enough to wet the bed sheet but could she?
He let go of hand and stood. “Well, I hope this also teaches you a fine lesson Amelia. Never walk into a man’s room uninvited. Balıklıova Escort I know your intentions were innocent having only gone in to check on my wound.” He held up his other band wrapped hand. “But you see, I’m fine.”
With that he grabbed his keys and wallet and left for work.
Millie barely heard him, barely listened as his words played over her head. She just stared at him. He’d been dreaming of someone else. Of course he was. It was disgusting to even want him to have been thinking about her. She’d schooled herself all night about how wrong it was. He’d never want to do naughty things with her and with good reason! It wasn’t at all Christian to want her Uncle’s cock. . . To have him look at her with lust filled eyes. Appalled once more by her thoughts, Millie took her bowl of marshmallows into the kitchen and ran to the safety of her room.
It was eleven thirty at night and Millie still hadn’t heard uncle Aiden arriving home from work. The house was always very quiet so the slightest noise could be heard. Another hour passed and the house kept it’s gloomy silence. Millie was beginning to worry about uncle Aiden. Granted he was a grown man and could be out until the wee hours of the morning but it wasn’t something he did. The latest she’d heard her uncle arrive from work was eleven. He’d always need to be well rested for work. Two more hours passed when suddenly — Slam! Thud! “Fuck!”
Millie paused the video she’d been watching as she felt her heart race. Fast footsteps and giggles echoed in the house. There was a lazy rattling at her door and Millie hid under the covers.
“Mm, is this your bedroom here?”
“No.”
“Is it empty? We could fuck in there.”
Uncle Aiden chuckled, “Eager for my cock aren’t you? God, you’re such a little slut.”
Millie didn’t understand why tears filled her eyes as she heard moan after moan followed by his statement. Why she sobbed after she heard him groan in pleasure telling her to take it. Her heart felt like a big lump in her chest and what she could definitely not understand was why she wanted to be the one to take it.
Pleasure swelled and roiled through Aiden despite his desolation. If only the pain in his heart didn’t multiply with each thrust, each caress, each grunt. But he would not stop. He only pounded faster, harder. Making his little tart moan louder. “Yes… Take it!”
He would fuck her because he would never fuck Millie. He couldn’t. But he could fuck this girl. She was perfection. A blonde-haired beauty who’s full breasts quivered with every thrust. She was every man’s dream. Long legs wrapped tightly around him and within seconds her pussy was milking his Escort Balıklıova cock. She vocalized her pleasure with one high-pitched moan after the other.
His orgasm followed a few minutes after hers. He would pound and use her pussy hard until he came and once he did, he collapsed next to her, pressed his lips to her forehead and fell asleep.
Morning came and Aiden was calmly preparing his coffee when he heard footsteps. It was probably his little tart. He found her resting against his chest when he woke up. She greeted him with a kiss to his cheek. Kisses which trailed lower and lower making him grow hard in his pants.
“Sweetheart, I have to go to work and you must return to your husband.” This was met with a pout as his hard cock was being pulled out.
“But your cock is so big… I only want to give it a quick suck before I leave.”
And before Aiden could feign a protest, his head was deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. “Fuck, hun, why didn’t you suck me last night too?”
She had managed to take his long big cock deep in her throat. His balls were cupped and played with and he grabbed her hair, getting ready to fuck her lush mouth. She was sucking him like an expert little cock gobbler. He grunted out loudly in pleasure and she moaned when he told her he was going to fuck her pussy hole next.
Ah, yes. His head felt right about ready to explode. She was sucking and wanking him hard at the same time. He thrust his hips and made her gag this time as he went deeper down her throat. “I’m going to cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow it all. Aren’t you, you little cum slut?” He spoke between grunts and sighs but his pleasure was abruptly brought to an end when he heard another pair of fast footsteps going down the stairs.
He pulled out of his cock lover’s mouth quickly. Hoping he would get to make himself decent before Millie saw him. Yet as fast as he tried to be, Millie arrived faster. And the moment he locked eyes with her, he felt the tip of his cock burst. Gush after gush of cum spilled onto his sweet tart’s face uncontrollably.
It was an utter disaster. He saw the tears well up in Millie’s eyes as he experienced a roller coaster of pleasure. She turned and was headed upstairs before he moved swiftly, his cock slapping his thigh as he did. He had no time to get decent now. He grabbed her hard by the wrist and shouted to her face. “Why the fuck aren’t you in school?”
The first tear was followed by another, and another. “I- I was,” her words were interrupted by sobs. She tried to pull away, to run back up stairs but he hauled her arm harder causing her to crash against his chest. Balıklıova Escort Bayan
“Why are you crying?”
She shook her head and sniffed. He looked over his shoulder, worried he might find his tart there but the kitchen was empty. He’d heard her yell out and the sink water ran as he had gone after Millie. He more than likely shot part of his load in her eye and she left.
Very slowly, Aiden lowered his head and spoke softly to her. Looking at her under heavy and accusing eyes. “You’re crying because it wasn’t you who I was allowing to suck my cock. Aren’t you, Millie? Those sobs are too heavy to have only the weight of embarrassment behind them.”
She was just wiping up a tear when his question snapped up her attention. “How dare you accuse me of something so sinful!”
“So you are to tell me I’ve never turned you on, Amelia?”
“Yes! And even less when your penis is wet from what she was doing to you! You disgust me!”
Aiden looked at his cock. It hard and ready again. “You know, Millie, I have half a mind to check whether or not your panties are wet.”
Beautiful brown eyes grew wider at his statement. If he touched her there he was sure to find her wet. How could she deny her feelings to him then?
“And I know you will be wet. You kissed my cock the other night and I know that was no dream and no mistake.”
A harsh gasp suddenly echoed the room. He’d pinned her up against the wall and cupped her sex roughly. Possessively. “If I touch you, I know I’ll find that you’re excited. And then, I might find myself obligated to deep my finger inside you perhaps even two. And if even the slightest noise comes from your throat, well, then I’d have to shove my dick inside you. I would keep it in you for a while so you know what it feels like to have that little crammed. You’ll want more of it. You’ll want me to thrust into you over and over again but I wouldn’t. Why? Because I don’t fuck lying little nieces. Lying little nieces who crave their uncle’s cock get it shoved deep inside them but they are denied the pleasure of it.”
His hot breath brushed against her lips as he spoke now. His tone was soft. “Will you deny your attraction again?”
“I would never want my uncle.”
His lips were very soft, Millie thought. That surprised her, though it the softness of his lips didn’t surprise her more than when his tongue entered her mouth.
Uncle Aiden wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her onto his chest. “Kiss me back,” he demanded, his voice hoarse and fierce.
Dimly, she thought of all the reasons why this was so wrong. She shouldn’t kiss him back. She should slap him, really. But she wanted more of Uncle Aiden, more of the fire that was sweeping her body, more of the irresistible longing that made her cling closer and closer to him.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice a thread of sound.
Vile guilt crept up her body. It was the only reason why she tore away from her Uncle’s sweet embrace and rushed out the front door.
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