Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

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m so she could lock it, I lingered at the sitting room'

ed to that made Mark lift the hem of his

the way June sighed as she stared at his

dy as I stood on the front porch, a v

which I regularly dye black, and noticeable green eyes set below long lashes, I easily grab attention—especial

d still not m

professor back in college, and we were only able to set eyes on each other again after

e what they were doing. My eyes clashed with Mark's.

her lips move again, and it sounded li

y eyes narrowed on Mark. Before I made up

ooking at her, silently asking if he should wait or just zoom off. June w

s wide in surprise. Mark was forced to kill the engine. I went to

, his smile seemed like that of a kidnapper or crazy psycho, or was it just my instincts? They have kno

fted to June's. "Sorry, I scared you, doll. The engine was kind of loud

cour

ll loves reading on his fav

I leaned on the window with my head peeking in just to prevent the car from z

or bored. "I just wanted to check on things since it seemed the car wasn't moving." The lie jumped into

othing

at June again.

y that asked why she shouldn't be okay.

hirt. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. And his belt was firmly in p

od

careful." It was more like a warning,

ewalk and watched

y taking its toll on me. It's a good thing I am the CEO of an entertainment company. I ca

back to the sitting room

s fatigued, and will also prevent my min

ed them, images flashed before my imagination wh

run

d I had to unzip it to gra

slow jerk to the tip, I realized how much

s I like to call it, and June's interruption yesterday not only de

w it glistened like the moisture on my abdomen. The sun wouldn't be merciful

ld not be exciting, and I might end up not

the length of my cock, and my left hand from holding up my shir

my palm met with the tip of my dic

d woman on her knees in between my thighs with

to my remembrance. With my dick dangling out of t

had to stop at a whore house to pick a lady. To cut a long story short, there was so much sexual chemistry bet

of the pockets and digging them out. A pair of bl

g in the front pocket, a washed paper

grabbed my phone. Going out to look for a woman with a boner would only give me names, and waiting till even

was best: place a call

ed on the

ly as I remembered even though a

rm... B

ho's sp

ter my introduction. How was she going to remember one

e on her face. "I don't think I remember you intro

from how ferocious I am in bed. After her services—which were top-notch—I told her my name

ou. Are

elp, I'm not," she said, p

And fast. How soon can

e your

, see yo

the address and raced to m

ith a raging hard-on, I paced the house, waiti

ice celibacy. Like, how do p

need a

when I heard a knock. I almost sprained

on the front porch and... I ra