“Ah,” she cries out. “I was joking. I’m sorry.”
I wrap my arm under one of her thighs and hold her to me as she arches her back and squirms.
“You’re what?” I challenge, swirling my tongue in steady, hard circles over her little nub.
“S-sorry,” she stammers. “I’m sorry, Jake. Oh, God.”
That’s fucking right. I want that piece of shit to hear his little girl scream my name wherever the hell he is. I want him to know how much she loves her Uncle Jake.
I suck her and lick, nibbling and kissing around her pussy and inner thighs and teasing her little hole with the tip of my tongue. She moans when I do that, and I do it again, savoring her taste and tightness. My cock bulges and seeps, and I continue eating her while I undo my hunting pants and jeans. Jesus. Just thinking about how tight she is…
She digs her nails into her thighs, and I suck on her clit, chewing it gently as her stomach rises and falls, faster and faster.
I lift up, rubbing her little nub with my thumb and watching her tits move up and down. “I’m so glad you came to live with us, baby,” I say. “You want me to stop?”
Her eyes watch my hand work. “No,” she rushes out in a whisper. “Please do it some more.”
She claws down her thighs.
“Do what some more?”
“Lick me.”
“Lick your what?” I tease, making the little bitch eat her words about me being weak.
“My pussy,” she says, wetting her lips. “I like it when you do that. Please do it some more.”
She falls back to the seat, closing her eyes and rolling her hips into my hand, hungry for me. “Please lick me down there again.”
God, what those words do to me. We should be in a bed. I fist my cock with one hand, stroking it, while I dip down to keep eating her, because she likes it so much.
I swirl and nibble, suck and lick, syncing with her breaths and going faster and harder as her lungs fill again and again.
“Yes, yes,” she pants her, opening up wider, one leg through the opening between the front seats and the other up over the back seat. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, God.” She shakes, her short, shallow breaths wracking through her body. “Oh, God, Jake, you feel so good.”
She sucks in a breath, and I know her orgasm is cresting, and…
I stop, my tongue paused on her clit a moment before I raise my head.
Her eyes remain closed, but after a moment, pain is etched across her face, and she blinks her eyes open. She finds me watching her.
“No,” she begs. “Don’t stop. Please. What are you doing?”
I leave a little kiss on her clit, feeling the pulse inside throb like she just ran a marathon, and I almost feel sorry for her.
I rise up, looking down at her.
“Jake,” she says, looking like she’s about to cry.
But then her hands dip between her legs as she tries to finish herself off, but I take her wrists, pinning them to her sides.
“Please.” She squirms with need.
I lean down, leaving little kisses on her stomach. “I would never take your inheritance, because your money doesn’t interest me,” I tell her between kisses. “It would never occur to me to force you to live here, because I don’t have to. You like me.”
I smirk as I trail kisses up to her tits, licking a nipple.
“So don’t worry,” I taunt. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I hated your fucking slimy parents, but they left me a really pretty piece of ass who likes it when I lick her pussy.”
I cup her between her legs, rubbing my palm over her clit and dipping the tip of my middle finger into her cunt.
Her hips shoot off the seat.
I push her stomach back down and do it again, swirling some wetness around her.
I slide it in a little deeper.
She arches up, grabbing my wrist with both hands. “No…”
I kiss her mouth, her soft lips loving me back. “I know. You still have your cherry. It’s okay,” I soothe her, bringing more wetness out and swirling it around her pussy. “I’ll get you ready.”
Keeping the tip of my finger inside her, I dive down again and start working her clit, bringing her back and giving her the orgasm I took away in punishment for her smart mouth.
“Uncle Jake,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby,” I tell her. “It’s yours. Take it.”
Sucking and licking, I speed up my mouth as I hear her body get more excited, panting harder and harder. I dip my finger in and out—just the tip—over and over again, and when she starts coming in for it, planting her hand on the door behind her head to thrust her body to meet my finger, I smile to myself, because she’s ready to be filled. She knows it’s what she needs.