Page 26 of Filthy Uncle To Go

“Is this what you want?” Drake growls.

“Yes,” I pant. “Ooooh!”

He smirks, then wraps his lips around my clit, sucking it hard. Moans burst from my mouth as he strokes my sweet spot with his tongue. My legs tremble in his grasp, and I can hardly keep still. The sensation is too intense, and each delicious suckle brings me closer to climax.

“I love the way you taste, Jenna,” he rasps. “So amazing.”

With that, my moans grow louder as his tongue presses slightly harder against my swollen clit. Finally reaching my peak, I lose all control as sweet white cream gushes from my cunt and I scream to the heavens.

“Oh Drake!” is my ecstatic shriek. “Fuck!”

He jacks himself off as he devours every drop, leaving nothing behind. My frame trembles on top of the table, shaking with every stroke of his tongue. Then, pushing my legs apart, he slides his shaft inside of me again. I gasp as he thrusts every inch of his long, thick tool deep inside my needy box, and as he strokes in and out, I wrap my legs around him.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he grunts. I stare up into his eyes, my heart filled with joy. “I know it’s wrong, but that’s how I feel. I adore you, honey.”

My eyes open wide as my body reaches another peak.

“I love you too, Drake,” I moan, convulsing in his arms. “Oh yes!”

He plants his lips on mine, and suddenly his big body tenses and he explodes too. Hot come surges from his rod into my sweetest spot, and my spasms pull the virility even deeper inside. He grunts with every heavy lash until he completely releases himself, filling me full of goodness.

Then, we pause for a moment. Placing his hands on the table, he hovers over me, still panting. I caress his arm, feeling like I’m walking on air. Then, Drake raises his head and looks at me before dipping down for a sweet kiss.

“Thank you honey,” he says in a low voice. “That was incredible.”

I smile beatifically. “Thankyou,” I say.

And with that, a new chapter begins. Drake kisses my forehead, causing a swarm of butterflies to flutter around inside of my belly, and I smile as we lock lips again. I guess my fortune was right because I’ve never been so happy in my entire life, and being with this man brings me peace and light.

13

Drake

“Arum and Coke,” I say to the blonde bartender standing behind the bar. “Thanks.”

“Sure, no problem,” she says as she reaches for a bottle of rum. “And for you, sir?” she asks, glancing at Liam.

“I’ll have the same…and your phone number,” my buddy says with a flirtatious grin.

“Sorry,” she says, smiling back at him. “I have a boyfriend.”

“That’s too bad,” Liam says, still flirting with her. She smiles politely as she makes our drinks and then heads to the other end of the bar to help two patrons who just walked in.

“She’s smoking hot,” my buddy mutters as he watches her walk away. “Like a Barbie-doll on triple-A batteries.” I glance at the skinny blonde and take a sip of my drink.

“Mmm, not my type,” I respond.

“Really? What’s your type then?” he asks. I think for a bit.

“Curvy brunettes,” I say.

Liam catches on immediately.

“Like the one you met at the Millers, right?” he asks.

“Yup,” I say. Of course, I haven’t told him the complete truth about Jenna yet. In fact, Liam doesn’t know anything about Jenna, except what I revealed on Thanksgiving. After all, my new relationship is taboo and I’m not sure the world should know yet.

But it feels right. Jenna and I have been dating on the sly for a few weeks now, and things are getting pretty intense between us. Every day, I find myself in awe of who this woman is. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about a woman, to be honest. She’s giving and loving, and hearing her laugh makes me happy. But how can this relationship move forward if we aren’t even supposed to be dating? There’s no way her parents would ever willingly consent to our liaison.