Page 19 of Good Boy

"Make me, Uncle," he challenged, his eyes piercing the depth of my soul, despite the pain I was causing him.

He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of my spit, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. This was wrong, so fucking wrong, but I couldn't deny the dark thrill it brought me. Without another word, I leaned into him, my lips crashing against his. The kiss was hard and hungry, my tongue exploring every inch of his mouth as if it were searching for something. His hands shot up to dig into my hair, gripping the strands to hold me in place as he returned the kiss with equal fervor.

The kiss felt like a battle. A fight between two forces that couldn't be denied. Our tongues clashed and our teeth grazed each other's lips as we explored the forbidden depths of one another. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but neither of us could pull away. My cock twitched, the blood rushing to the hot flesh like a rogue wave. I could have let him have it. I wanted to let him have it. Have me.

He broke our kiss, his breath hot in my ear. "Aren't you going to really shut me up and make me choke on that average cock of yours?"

"Get the fuck out of my sight," I said, releasing him abruptly.

He stumbled back, his hands going to his head where I'd yanked his hair, but he didn't say anything else. He just stared at me for a moment, that infuriating smirk still on his face. He rose, replaced the last two weights, then brushed past me on his way toward the door.

I stood there, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The anger was subsiding, replaced by something else, something I refused to acknowledge. I knew what I'd done was fucked-up, but at the same time, I couldn't deny that I wanted more.

"Fuck," I whispered, my voice shaking as I closed my eyes. What the hell was I doing?

Istormed into my room, chest heaving. That fucking kiss.

Weston's lips crashing into mine, his tongue shoving into my mouth. The burn of his stubble scraping my chin as he devoured me whole.

Fuck.

I ripped off my shirt and shorts, cock already hard. The shower hissed on, steam billowing. I stepped under the spray, bracing my hands on the tiles.

My cock throbbed, the kiss looping through my mind. The scratch of Weston's nails against my scalp. The bite of his teeth on my lip.

Shit. Why was I reacting this way? He was my fucking uncle.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the images kept coming. The flex of his muscles under his dress shirt as he manhandled me. My chest heaved as the truth slammed into me. I wanted him. Wanted his hands on me, his mouth, his cock.Fuck, what was wrong with me?

I braced my forehead on the cool tile, chest tight. I couldn't do this. I wouldn't.He was my uncle, and that kiss should never have happened.

I stayed under the spray, trying to wash away the memory of Weston's touch. But it was burned into my skin, etched into my bones.

I stood under the scalding spray, heartbeat racing. The ache in my groin was unbearable, Weston's touch imprinted on my skin.

The shower door slid open. I spun around to find Weston stepping inside, clothes soaked through.

"Did you really think I'd leave you like that?" His gaze raked over me, predatory and possessive. "So desperate and needy for my cock?"

He crowded me against the wall, hand encircling my throat. I gasped, torn between arousal and panic.

"Be a good boy for me," he rasped. "On your knees."

I hesitated only a second before sinking down. What was I doing? This was so fucked-up, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed this, needed him.

Weston clipped a finger under my chin, forcing my gaze to his. His eyes gleamed with triumph and lust. "That's my boy."

He released me and started unbuckling his belt. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free, hard and thick.

"Suck." He guided himself between my lips, groaning as I took him in. "Work that fucking mouth the right way for once."

I swallowed him down in one go, groaning at the taste of him on my tongue. My lips stretched wide around his girth as I took him deep, deeper, fighting back my gag reflex through sheer force of will.

Weston's fingers twisted in my hair, shoving my mouth down on his cock until my nose pressed into the golden curls at the base. "Just like that," he rasped. "Take it all, you greedy little slut. I know how much you love choking on cock."

I did love it, fuck. Loved the burn in my throat, the ache in my jaw, the helpless tears gathering at the corners of my eyes as I struggled for air. His harsh grip kept me in place, using my mouth as he pleased, fucking my throat with quick, brutal thrusts.

My lungs screamed for oxygen, but I didn't fight him, relaxing into his hold, surrendering myself to be used. To be owned, possessed, broken down.