Page 19 of Filthy Uncle To Go

Then, the big man backs away and drops his jeans down to his ankles, before kicking them to the side. The large bulge inside of his boxers makes me a bit nervous. My eyes grow wide as I stare at the size of it, wondering if it’ll fit inside of me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, but Drake must sense my concern. He drops his boxers to floor, revealing his massive wood; it’s bigger than I expected, and I swallow hard as I stare at it, trying my best to hide the worry in my eyes. I want to make love to him – I’m just afraid it might hurt. He strokes the huge shaft as he moves closer to me, gently placing his other hand on my thigh. He softly rubs my throbbing clit, arousing me all over again.

“You can do it,” he growls reassuringly, those blue eyes flaring. “I know you’re small, but you’re young and you can stretch.”

I moan softly as my cunt drips on his fingers. Then slowly, he pushes my thighs apart and positions himself right at my sweetest spot, notching the head in. The pressure begins and I gasp. I’m being torn apart.

“Oh my God!” I scream. “You’re too big!”

His blue eyes glint, but he doesn’t stop.

“Just relax, honey,” he croons. “I’m not too big. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I try to breathe, but it’s hard when I feel like I’m being split in two. But Drake’s patient and begins to play with my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head. My body softens and loosens, and soon, he’s buried to the hilt in my pussy. I open my eyes and stare at where we’re joined.

“Oh!” is my throaty cry. “Unnnh!”

Drake grins as as he goes deeper. He takes hold of my wide hips and grips them firmly as he slides his entire cock inside before pulling out. Then, he slowly thrusts himself inside again. Each stroke makes me gasp, and I ball the sheets up in my fists again as I bite my lip.

As he continues to thrust his thick shaft into my drenched cunt, the pain melts. Instead, I feel pure pleasure. I moan, the soft sound giving him the go ahead to speed things up. He strokes faster, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I completely submit to his powerful strokes. He stares deeply into my eyes as he thrusts harder, causing my frame to shake.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

“I won’t,” he grunts. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart. Incredibly tight and wet.”

He leans in and kisses me passionately as we make love in the moonlight. I caress his strong back, absolutely losing my soul to this man. This can’t be wrong. Making love to Drake feels perfect, like it’s supposed to happen. Meanwhile, he takes his time with me, making sure he doesn’t hurt me. His strokes are deep and hard but also sensual and passionate. He isn’t using my body; he’s making love to it. Our voices intertwine as moans of passion erupt from our lips. I couldn’t care less if the other students that live on my floor hear us at this point. In fact, I want them to know that this man is mine.

He gently massages my clit again, causing my legs to tremble. Our eyes are locked, and I feel like I’m in a dream. He bends over slightly and gently sucks on a perky nipple, and I cry out loud. The bed creaks as he strokes deeper, our bodies colliding into one another.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” he grits through his teeth.

“Me too,” I pant, on the verge of climaxing.

We share an intense kiss, causing me to lose all control. I scream at the top of my lungs as I burst, feeling complete. Simultaneously, a stream of hot liquid gushes inside of me, and I jerk, confused. Then I realize what’s happening and part my legs even wider to encourage it.

“Yes Daddy,” I moan breathily. “Give it all to me.”

Drake looks deep into my eyes, growling and roaring as he jerks and pumps, filling me full of the good stuff. Meanwhile, I behave like a total slut and arch my back, trying to get him in even deeper.

“I want it,” I moan again. “Yes, fill me with your essence.”

With that, Drake roars one last time before his muscular frame collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and hold his body close as we catch our breaths. I snuggle my frame against his and rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. I can’t stop smiling. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud because I just had sex for the first time ever, and it was with the man my heart has been aching for since I was a junior in high school. It feels surreal, like I’m walking in a dream.

“You did great, baby girl,” he growls in a low voice while stroking my back. “You took all of me, and I’m big too.”

I blush. “Thank you,” is my soft reply. “You weren’t so bad yourself, mister.”

Then, I gently press my lips against his and hope this moment lasts forever. I’m not sure what tomorrow holds, but I don’t want to dwell on it. All I want to do is to live in the here and now, so I nestle my curves closer to Drake’s enormous frame and close my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his beating heart.

11

Jenna

The morning sun peeks through my dorm room window, the curtains blocking most of the bright rays. Slowly, I wake up, letting out a silent yawn. My fingers run across the bed in search of Drake, but I don’t feel him near me. I blink twice, puzzled, before completely opening my eyes. My body’s sore from his loving, so where is he?

I rub my eyes. Still tired, I pull the covers up to my chin once more and think. He must’ve left, but I’m sure he’ll be back later on. After all, it is Parents Weekend still, and he committed to two days with me. So when will Drake be making an appearance?