Page 25 of Filthy Uncle To Go

“What?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re supposed to eat the cookie first before you read the fortune or else it won’t come true,” I giggle.

“Really? I had no idea,” he laughs. “I guess I’ve been doing it wrong my entire life.” He smiles at me, flashing that gorgeous grin. Then he munches on the cookie, finishing it in a few bites. “Can I read it now?”

“Yes, go ahead,” I say as I take another sip of wine.

“Alright.” He clears his throat before he reads it aloud. “You will meet a wizard who will guide the light. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asks. We both burst into laughter, the easy feeling between us restored.

“Maybe I’m the wizard who’s supposed to guide you?” I tease.

“Maybe,” he chuckles. “Okay, your turn.”

“Sure,” I say as I pick up the tiny sliver of paper. “Peace and happiness will be yours.” I smile as I stare at the fortune.

“Yours is way better than mine,” he says.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Maybe it’s a sign?”

“I think you’re right,” he agrees as he takes my hand and gently caresses it, those blue eyes speaking volumes.

Suddenly, at his touch, my doubts fly away, and I’m no longer worried about what my family will think. Drake makes me happy in a way that I can’t even explain, and that I didn’t think was possible. He truly is the man of my dreams, and when I’m with him, it feels like we’re in our own world, a world where we have a chance at real love.

“Thank you for inviting me over for dinner,” I murmur shyly, looking down.

“Thank you for coming. For once, I don’t have to be in this place all alone.”

“I’m always happy to keep you company,” I say shyly.

The handsome man doesn’t speak for a moment. Then he gets up and walks over to my side of the table, giving me butterflies. His warm touch excites me as he reaches for my hand and then helps me up to my feet. Gently, he strokes my cheek with his thumb. I can feel the electricity building all around us; it’s like there’s a magnetic force pulling me toward him.

He pulls me against that broad chest, holding me in his embrace. His arms feel like they were made for me, as if their sole purpose is to keep me safe. Gazing into his eyes, dizziness sweeps over my frame and time stands still as we stare deeply into each other’s eyes. Tilting my face up, Drake slowly leans in. OMG, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for all night; I’ve been anticipating his kiss since he texted me this morning. I’ve missed this man so much, and sure enough, as soon as our lips touch, fireworks explode. Electricity sends sparks coursing through my veins and I’m immediately warm and needy in his arms.

Sensing this, he lifts me into the air and places me on top of the dining room table. Pushing my dress up, he runs his hand up my thighs and yanks off my panties, tossing them to the floor. As he kisses me, he gently massages my aching clit, causing me to moan softly, gushing into his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he rasps. “And it’s all for me.”

“Yes Daddy,” I sigh breathlessly, tilting my head back to expose my throat. “Take me any way you want.”

Drake breaks from our kiss and helps me lie back. Then, dropping his pants and boxers to his feet, he exposes that massive, stiff cock. The tip’s already gleaming with lust, and I lick my lips with anticipation because this time, I’m not nervous; I’m ready to feel him inside of me again. Drake knows, and he thrusts his hard wood deep inside of me with one powerful stroke.

“Unnnh!” I cry out, loving the deep penetration. “Oh my God!”

He stares into my eyes as he claims my drenched pussy.

“This is mine,” he rasps. “This curvy body belongs to me.”

We’re all alone in his huge penthouse, so I don’t have to worry about anyone hearing us. I let go and moan at the top of my lungs, calling out his name as he strokes me with that huge shaft. He kisses me passionately, and I run my fingers through his jet black hair as he thrusts harder.

“Oh, Jenna,” he grunts. “Baby, you feel so good.”

But then, he ceases his stroking, pulling himself out of me. I glance down at his dripping cock; it’s still rock hard. But Drake has plans, and spreading my legs open, he stares at the throbbing pink flesh between my thighs before touching my swollen cunt with two fingers. I shudder deliriously, arching my back.

“You’re so wet,” he says as he admires the way it glistens. “I have to taste you.”

Then, he bends to kiss the sweet cherry between my thighs, licking up one wall, before coming down the other side. He alternately licks and sucks on my clit as shivers wrack my body.

“Oh God! Don’t stop, please,” I beg.