Alluring Mr. Billionaire

Meghan:I found my uncle's unpublished manuscript and all the erotic stories were of me since I turned 19!It was so freaking hot I stuck my hand into my panties and begin to rub my wet pussy instantly..The one rule.. The only real rule in this silent house of my uncle’s was.. Stay the hell out of the study.So, of course, my hand was on the doorknob.It was slightly ajar like just enough to be a “fuck around and find out” invitation from the universe.Uncle Alex was always so meticulous about locking it but today? Nope. Today fate left it open a crack..“Oh, come on,” I whispered to myself. “Just a peek. He’s downstairs. He won’t know.”I slipped inside and I tiptoed to the desk. The laptop screen was black but I tapped the spacebar and it lit up with no password.. Seriously? For a guy who was so obsessed with privacy this was… sloppy.A document was open.‘Harbor - Chapter 12.doc’. His book. The famous, never-finished masterpiece he’d been working on since before the accident. My mo

Meghan:Mia didn’t launch into her usual gossip. Her voice was weird and serious.“Meghan. Hey. So… how’s your hot uncle?”I swear, my heart actually stopped. Like, full-on organs-shutting-down panic. How does she know? Did she somehow hear about the feelings? About the… touching? Oh my god, oh my god…“What?” I choked out, my voice about an octave higher than usual.Then my brain caught up. Get a grip, you idiot. There’s literally no way. She’s not psychic.Mia continued, oblivious to my internal meltdown.“Your mom called my mom. She said you deferred your admission to go babysit your uncle Alex after his accident. Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were moving in with him?”The relief was so intense I almost slid down the fridge door.“Oh. That. Right. Yeah. It was kind of a last-minute shit-show. I’m sorry, I meant to text you.”“You meant to?” she shot back, and I could picture her hands on her hips. “Meghan, we told each other everything in high school. I told you when Mark Fish

Meghan:The atmosphere laced with awkwardness with silence sprinkled from every corner. I watched as my mother and Aunt Carol stared at each other with a gaze, communicating something only the both of them could understand.Aunt Carol looked at both Uncle Alex and my mom and gave her a nod. My breath grew heavy, and I could tell it was something that was deliberately hidden from me. Uncle Alex's face was still with no expression and emotions running on his face. Since he couldn't see what was happening, I assumed he was oblivious to the situation.But something felt different, I could feel the instant detachment from him. Since we have fucked a lot over the past few days, I could tell whenever he suddenly goes rigid, and this is for sure one of those times. “Someone needs to start talking right now. Who are these people? Who are…” I stammered, trying to form my words with my face twisted in confusion. “This is Uncle Alex. But who are these other two? They look exactly like him. Mom

Meghan:As he pushed forward towards me, my body shuddered, and I felt goosebumps sprout up all over my body. I gulped down some air and winced silently. Good thing he's blind and he can't see. He would have, without doubt, seen the lust pouring out of my eyes. And right now, I didn’t want that.My lips tightened and I tried not to speak out of fear of saying the wrong things. Or rather begging for him to fuck me like his life depended on it. I held my breath as well, cause I know sensitive he can be. He would definitely be able to sense my horniness just by the sound of my voice.I answered each question he asked carefully with my voice deliberately cold. But then he moved closer. My eyes fell on his broad shoulders with veins popping out of them. If only I can hang on them while he stroke my pussy with his fingers. I stared at his lips in a daze wanting to slam mine over them. And I stood there. I hoped silently that he would lose control just like I'm doing so we can risk it all

Meghan:My breath grew heavier with his last sentence. It felt as though he was deliberately pushing boundaries and yet telling me not to follow. His eyes were fixed on mine though he couldn’t see me, and I could feel him picturing me, picturing how I looked, imagining what he wanted to do to me.The warning in his voice resembled danger, yet I find it soothing. His face was still, and I could hardly read his emotions. He moved even closer, making the narrow space between fade away. His nose brushed against mine, and his lips just inches away from mine. “You can't tell me what to do, Alex. I will not have it.” My lips trembled as I spoke with my desires rising to the surface. I tried to fight it, but it already felt like a lost battle. “And I am no toy for you to play with the way that you want, expecting me to submit simply because you’re telling me to.”I shook my head and stepped back away from him. “I'm the only one who can tell you what to do, and you will do as I have said.