Filthy Uncle To Go: A Forbidden Romance

by S. C. Adams

  “Unnnnh!” is my ecstatic cry. “Oh god!”

  “Let go, baby girl,” he growls as his tongue strokes my flesh one last time, causing my body to jerk again. “Let me have it all.”

  Then, the big man backs away and drops his jeans down to his ankles, before kicking them to the side. The large bulge inside of his boxers makes me a bit nervous. My eyes grow wide as I stare at the size of it, wondering if it’ll fit inside of me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I nod, but Drake must sense my concern. He drops his boxers to floor, revealing his massive wood; it’s bigger than I expected, and I swallow hard as I stare at it, trying my best to hide the worry in my eyes. I want to make love to him – I’m just afraid it might hurt. He strokes the huge shaft as he moves closer to me, gently placing his other hand on my thigh. He softly rubs my throbbing clit, arousing me all over again.

  “You can do it,” he growls reassuringly, those blue eyes flaring. “I know you’re small, but you’re young and you can stretch.”

  I moan softly as my cunt drips on his fingers. Then slowly, he pushes my thighs apart and positions himself right at my sweetest spot, notching the head in. The pressure begins and I gasp. I’m being torn apart.

  “Oh my God!” I scream. “You’re too big!”

  His blue eyes glint, but he doesn’t stop.

  “Just relax, honey,” he croons. “I’m not too big. Everything’s going to be okay.”

  I try to breathe, but it’s hard when I feel like I’m being split in two. But Drake’s patient and begins to play with my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head. My body softens and loosens, and soon, he’s buried to the hilt in my pussy. I open my eyes and stare at where we’re joined.

  “Oh!” is my throaty cry. “Unnnh!”

  Drake grins as as he goes deeper. He takes hold of my wide hips and grips them firmly as he slides his entire cock inside before pulling out. Then, he slowly thrusts himself inside again. Each stroke makes me gasp, and I ball the sheets up in my fists again as I bite my lip.

  As he continues to thrust his thick shaft into my drenched cunt, the pain melts. Instead, I feel pure pleasure. I moan, the soft sound giving him the go ahead to speed things up. He strokes faster, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I completely submit to his powerful strokes. He stares deeply into my eyes as he thrusts harder, causing my frame to shake.

  “Don’t stop,” I moan.

  “I won’t,” he grunts. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart. Incredibly tight and wet.”

  He leans in and kisses me passionately as we make love in the moonlight. I caress his strong back, absolutely losing my soul to this man. This can’t be wrong. Making love to Drake feels perfect, like it’s supposed to happen. Meanwhile, he takes his time with me, making sure he doesn’t hurt me. His strokes are deep and hard but also sensual and passionate. He isn’t using my body; he’s making love to it. Our voices intertwine as moans of passion erupt from our lips. I couldn’t care less if the other students that live on my floor hear us at this point. In fact, I want them to know that this man is mine.

  He gently massages my clit again, causing my legs to tremble. Our eyes are locked, and I feel like I’m in a dream. He bends over slightly and gently sucks on a perky nipple, and I cry out loud. The bed creaks as he strokes deeper, our bodies colliding into one another.

  “Shit, I’m about to come,” he grits through his teeth.

  “Me too,” I pant, on the verge of climaxing.

  We share an intense kiss, causing me to lose all control. I scream at the top of my lungs as I burst, feeling complete. Simultaneously, a stream of hot liquid gushes inside of me, and I jerk, confused. Then I realize what’s happening and part my legs even wider to encourage it.

  “Yes Daddy,” I moan breathily. “Give it all to me.”

  Drake looks deep into my eyes, growling and roaring as he jerks and pumps, filling me full of the good stuff. Meanwhile, I behave like a total slut and arch my back, trying to get him in even deeper.

  “I want it,” I moan again. “Yes, fill me with your essence.”

  With that, Drake roars one last time before his muscular frame collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around him and hold his body close as we catch our breaths. I snuggle my frame against his and rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. I can’t stop smiling. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud because I just had sex for the first time ever, and it was with the man my heart has been aching for since I was a junior in high school. It feels surreal, like I’m walking in a dream.

  “You did great, baby girl,” he growls in a low voice while stroking my back. “You took all of me, and I’m big too.”

  I blush. “Thank you,” is my soft reply. “You weren’t so bad yourself, mister.”

  Then, I gently press my lips against his and hope this moment lasts forever. I’m not sure what tomorrow holds, but I don’t want to dwell on it. All I want to do is to live in the here and now, so I nestle my curves closer to Drake’s enormous frame and close my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his beating heart.

  11

  Jenna

  The morning sun peeks through my dorm room window, the curtains blocking most of the bright rays. Slowly, I wake up, letting out a silent yawn. My fingers run across the bed in search of Drake, but I don’t feel him near me. I blink twice, puzzled, before completely opening my eyes. My body’s sore from his loving, so where is he?

  I rub my eyes. Still tired, I pull the covers up to my chin once more and think. He must’ve left, but I’m sure he’ll be back later on. After all, it is Parents Weekend still, and he committed to two days with me. So when will Drake be making an appearance?

  I yawn again, but my sore pussy makes it impossible to fall back asleep once more. Goodness, he came in me so many times last night, using me in every position and then some. I place my hand between my thighs and feel how sticky I am down there. Instantly, I sit up again.

  Holy shit! We didn’t use protection last night. We were so caught up in the heat of the moment that we must’ve forgotten. Oh my gosh! What if I get pregnant? What will my parents think? I was a virgin, but Mom made sure I had plenty of condoms in case I did decide to have sex here on campus. I should’ve reached for one last night, but it didn’t even cross my mind.

  I glance down at the milky substance between my thighs and gasp. It’s creamy and gooey, and I’m sticky all over. Yet I’m sort of glad we didn’t use protection because it made the whole experience more intimate. In that moment, Drake and I completely trusted each other, making our orgasms that much more mind blowing. I lie my aching body down, smiling as I close my eyes. Last night was amazing, and I don’t regret a second of it.

  I bury my face into the comforter, deeply inhaling the scent of my man’s cologne, spicy and woody at once. I wish I could have woken up in his arms, but he probably had something important to take care of this morning. The second day of Parents Weekend isn’t nearly as jam packed with activities as the first one. In fact, the only major thing planned for today is a football game on our home turf.

  I honestly planned on skipping the game altogether, but now, I’m thinking that won’t happen. I’m not even sure if he’s coming back. What if Drake regrets making love last night? He’s kind of close with my parents and probably feels guilty that he slept with their oldest daughter. I can’t imagine never being held in his arms again, though; it’s the safest place I’ve ever been in my life.

  I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I know Drake wasn’t using me. There’s something real there, and I could see that in his eyes. It’s just odd that he would leave so early this morning without saying goodbye. It could just be that he wanted to sneak out before the other residents on my floor woke up and noticed him leaving my dorm room. I know I shouldn’t assume the worst, but we’re in a sticky situation here.

  Suddenly, a buzzing sound startles me, and I quickly sit up. I glance over at the vibra
ting cell phone on top of my desk. Maybe it’s Drake? With haste, I jump out of bed and dash over to the wooden desk. I snatch my cell phone up and look at the screen with gleaming eyes. My heart sinks as Mom pops up on the display. I sigh heavily as I take the phone over to the bed with me and crawl underneath the fleece blanket before answering.

  “Hello?” I murmur as I press the phone against my ear.

  “Hey, sweetie! Sorry to call so early. I just wanted to ask how things went yesterday,” Leanne says on the other end of the line.

  “Pretty good,” I yawn into the phone.

  “Did you have fun with Drake?” she asks.

  “Yes,” I say softly, trying not to reveal just how much fun I really had.

  “That’s great, honey. I’m really sorry Daddy and I couldn’t be there,” she apologizes.

  “It’s okay, Mom. Really.” The truth is, it’s more than okay because since my parents couldn’t show up, I got to make love to the sexiest man alive.

  “Thank you for never throwing a fit like your sister does, and I promise, we’ll be at the next event,” Leanne vows.

  “Trust me, Mom, it’s no big deal,” I reassure her.

  “Well, I’ll have to send Drake a fruit basket to thank him for stepping in for us. I’m so glad we can rely on him to be there for you. He cares about you a lot, Jenna. Did you thank him for coming yesterday?” she asks.

  “Yes, Mom,” I say, my body aching with every move I make.

  “Of course you did,” she replies. “You’ve always had the best manners out of you, Natalie, and Kendrick.”

  She’s right. I love my siblings, but sometimes, they can be unintentionally rude. I feel flooded with guilt as I listen to my mother on the other end of the phone babble on. I wonder if she can sense that something is different about me; she’s always had a super strong intuition. I’ve always been the good girl type that never needed to hide anything, but this is a secret I’m willing to take to my grave.

  After all, Leanne trusted Drake, and although he didn’t do anything wrong, she won’t see it that way. In her mind, she’ll think he seduced me and then took advantage of my innocence. But that isn’t the case. He was patient and took things slow with me, constantly checking to make sure I was alright. He was a complete gentleman all day long and never once made me feel uncomfortable. He was perfect in every way possible, and he made my first time very special.

  “Drake called me about ten minutes ago. That’s another reason why I’m calling,” Leanne says. I sit up as I listen intently. “He’s not going to be able to make it today. He said he has some work he has to take care of in his office.”

  “On a Sunday?” I question, my brows scrunching.

  “Yeah. That’s how it is when someone runs a multimillion dollar company, sweetie. He says he’s sorry and that he’ll make it up to you another time,” she says.

  I can’t believe he isn’t coming back. My eyes fill with tears as a lump forms in my throat. Did I mess up somehow? I don’t understand why there’s this sudden turnabout. Yesterday was perfect, so what’s wrong? I swallow hard to get the lump out of my throat. I don’t want my mom to hear my voice shaking because she’ll know for sure that I’m on the verge of tears. I pull the phone away from my ear and take a deep breath before I speak.

  “Okay, no problem,” I whisper softly.

  “Is everything okay, sweetie?” Leanne asks. “You’re not upset, are you?”

  “Oh no,” I say, forcing a fake cough. “It works out because I think I’m catching a cold anyway.”

  Leanne clucks.

  “You do sound a little under the weather. Do you want me to stop by later with some of my homemade chicken noodle soup for you?” she asks. “I can cancel Natalie’s thing.”

  “No, it’s okay. I’ll just pick up some in a can later on when I get out of bed. You go ahead.”

  “You sure?” my mom asks in a worried tone.

  “Yeah, totally. I just want to get some rest,” I say, slightly rushing her off of the phone. The tears in my eyes are becoming heavier, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold them back.

  “Okay. I’ll give you a call later to check on you,” she promises. “Stay warm and drink lots of liquids, okay?”

  “Okay, talk to you later,” I reply, trying to hide the sadness in my voice. “Thanks Mom.”

  “Okay, honey. Bye.”

  Quickly, I end the call, feeling distraught. I bury my face in my pillow, allowing the fluffy cotton to soak up my tears. I feel like such a fool! Why did I think Drake would ever want to be with me? A sophisticated billionaire like him probably wants a mature woman with a successful career, not an idiotic college student. My heart aches inside of my chest, and I feel so dumb.

  I want to call him, but what if he doesn’t answer? Maybe last night was all a mistake, and he wants to erase me from his life. I don’t know what to think right now; it’s all confusing to me. Last night, I thought we were on the same page, but now, I’m questioning every kiss we shared. Maybe I imagined the emotions in the air. Maybe I was a dunce, and Drake merely wanted a fun roll in the hay.

  There has to be a deeper explanation, but I’m too afraid to ask. I should probably just pretend like nothing ever happened, but how can I? Last night was magical, like it was straight out of one of my romance novels. I can’t just forget about losing my virginity to the man of my dreams. But how can I carry on and pretend like we didn’t make sweet love in the moonlight? God, I’m so sappy and now look where it’s gotten me.

  I wipe away my tears with the back of my hand as I continue to sob into my pillow. Somehow, I have to move on. What happened last night was wrong, and it can’t happen ever again. It felt amazing being intimate with him, but I have to let go of any fantasies I have about the two of us being together. Last night was special, but things can’t go any further than that, no matter how badly I want a romance to blossom between us.

  12

  Jenna

  It’s been a week since Drake and I enjoyed one another’s bodies, and I’ve been moping about. I thought things were over and that the next time I’d see him would be at one of my family’s functions. I imagined myself being completely embarrassed, yet trying to act normal. After all, how can I forget what happened between us? God knows, I haven’t been able to think of much else, and for good reason too. The man was my first, and he took me so many times that my body still aches a week later.

  But it turns out Drake wasn’t dropping me, or at least not immediately because as I gathered my books this morning to head to class, my cell phone buzzed unexpectedly. My heart stopped as I stared at the screen, reading a text message from Drake. He invited me over to his place for dinner tonight.

  At first, I wanted to decline his offer because it’s been a week since I last heard from him, but then I said yes. He better have an explanation for his disappearing act last weekend and hopefully, by the end of dinner, I’ll have my answer. Then I’ll leave, and never think of him again.

  I wince as I walk down the campus walkway toward the parking lot, the wind grazing my bare legs and causing me to shiver. Drake said he’d send a car, and sure enough, a black vehicle with tinted windows sits in the lot; it must be waiting for me. As I near, I pass a group of guys who stop and turn toward me, ogling my curves in the form-fitting dress I’m wearing. I try to ignore them, but they’re leering like dogs. I keep my eyes on the car, never once looking in their direction. Then, I grab the door handle and pull it open.

  “Are you Jenna?” the driver asks as he glances over his shoulder to look at me.

  “Yes,” I reply.

  “Mr. Morgan is awaiting your arrival,” he says as I get into the backseat. I nod stiffly, even if my heart is already thumping with anticipation.

  The drive is short. City lights catch my eye as we ride through downtown Manhattan and my hands shake a bit, but I try to keep myself in check. The closer we get to his place, the more anxious I feel. I shouldn’t be worried because really, thi
s is just a goodbye. I’m going to get my answers and then stroll off without a second glance.

  We turn down a street with extremely tall skyscrapers, their spires disappearing into the sky. The car slowly comes to a stop in front of an enormous stone building, the brakes screeching a bit. Taking a deep breath, I stare at the large glass double doors. I know I’m supposed to get out, but for some reason, I can’t. I’m completely overwhelmed by nerves.

  “Here we are, Miss,” the driver says in a kind voice. He walks over to my side of the vehicle and pulls open the door. My heart races as I step out, wanting to turn right back around and head back to campus.

  “Thank you,” I manage graciously. “I appreciate it.”

  “You’re welcome. Have a good evening, Miss,” the chauffeur salutes. Then he’s off, and I’m in the marble lobby. A large chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, the crystals on it twinkling brightly. There are sculptures scattered throughout the marble foyer, giving it an ornate, impressive look, and honestly, I’m a bit afraid I’ll stumble and knock one to the ground.

  “Can I help you?” asks a woman standing behind a concierge desk.

  “Yes, I’m sorry,” I reply as I walk over to her. “I’m looking for Drake Morgan’s penthouse.”

  “Is Mr. Morgan expecting you?” she asks.

  “Yes.” She picks up the phone sitting on the desk and quickly dials a number.

  “Your name, please?”

  “Jenna. Jenna Miller,” I say, stammering a bit.

  The woman nods professionally.

  “Good evening, Mr. Morgan. This is Bethany at the front desk. I have a Jenna Miller here to see you. Is it alright if I send her up?” she asks into the phone. She glances at me and flashes a friendly smile. “Alright, Mr. Morgan. I’ll send her right up.” She hangs up the phone and then points across the lobby. “You can use that private elevator over there. Just press the letter P once you’re inside. Mr. Morgan is waiting for you.”