STEPUNCLE TAKES MY ASS PART 2

Suddenly, he pulled out with a slick pop, his cock leaving me empty and gaping, my hole twitching from the sudden loss. I whimpered, my body trembling on the edge of the couch, legs shaky from the pounding. Before I could catch my breath, hot spurts of cum hit my skin—thick ropes of it smearing across my trembling asshole, dripping down my crack and over my balls.

The warmth of it felt obscene, marking me like he owned every inch. I glanced back, seeing his hand pumping his shaft, milking out the last drops onto my soft cheeks, his dark eyes hungry as they fixed on the mess he'd made.

'Look at that pretty ass, all painted up for me,' he rasped, his voice thick with satisfaction.

His rough hand came down again, smearing the cum further into my skin, fingers circling my sensitive hole, pushing a bit inside to mix with my own slickness. The sensation made me gasp, a fresh wave of need hitting me even as my body quivered from the intensity. Emotions crashed over me—the wrongness of it all, the family bond twisted into this raw hunger, but god, it felt right in the heat of the moment, his dominance pulling me under.

Without warning, his fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back roughly. Pain shot through my scalp, sharp and grounding, making tears prick my eyes.

'On your knees, boy. Clean me up,' he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. He forced me down, my knees hitting the carpet with a thud, the rough weave biting into my skin.

I was face-to-face with his cock now—still hard, glistening with cum and my ass juices, veiny and thick, the musky scent of sex filling my nose. My mouth watered despite the nerves twisting in my stomach; I'd never done this before, but the craving to please him, to taste the evidence of what we'd done, overrode everything.

I opened wide, lips stretching around his fat head, the salty tang of his cum hitting my tongue immediately. He groaned, shoving forward, forcing more into my mouth until it bumped the back of my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, but he held my hair tight, not letting me pull back.

'That's it, suck it hard, Leo. Show your uncle how much you want this.' His words washed over me, rough praise that lit a fire in my chest, mixing with the ache in my jaw and the throb in my hole.

I licked eagerly, tongue swirling around the underside, tracing every ridge and vein, desperate to worship him. The age gap hit me again—his experience against my inexperience, his control making me feel small and owned, but it only made me suck harder, hollowing my cheeks to take him deeper.

Pain flared as he pushed further, my throat convulsing around his cock, but pleasure bloomed too, a twisted heat spreading through me. I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

 'Fuck, your mouth's eager, slut. Better than I imagined.' His free hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my stretched lips, guiding me as I bobbed my head, slurping messily. Drool mixed with cum dribbled down my chin, soaking my shirt, but I didn't care—the forbidden lust consumed me, every gag and swallow pulling me deeper into this taboo dance. My own cock ached, untouched now, leaking onto the floor as I focused on him, on the way his balls tightened against my chin, the salty bitterness coating my tongue.

He rocked his hips, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts, his grip in my hair unyielding.

'Good boy, sucking  your uncle's cock like that. You love it, don't you? This dirty secret between us.' I nodded as best I could, humming in agreement, the emotions swirling—guilt at the incestuous pull, thrill at his power, raw need to make him cum again. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscle tense under my fingers, his sweat-slick skin hot against my palms.

The room smelled of us, cum and sweat and desire, the shadows hiding our sin but not the intensity building between us. I sucked harder, tongue flicking the slit, tasting the fresh pre-cum beading there, lost in the mix of pain from my sore throat and the pleasure of his grunts, his praises spurring me on.

His grip on my hair tightened as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but I didn't stop. I wanted this, wanted to make him feel good, even if it hurt a little.

"Fuck, Leo, your mouth is so good," he grunted, his hips moving faster now. "I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all like a good boy."

I nodded as best I could, my hands gripping his thighs harder. I could feel his muscles trembling under my fingers, his skin hot and slick. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, the wet noises of my mouth on his cock, and the creaking of the bed.

He thrust once, twice, then froze, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he came. I swallowed as fast as I could, trying to get every drop. The cum was hot and thick, coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.

"Good boy," he said breathlessly as he pulled out, his cock softening. "You took it so well, Leo."

I licked my lips, tasting the last of his cum, feeling proud and satisfied. I had made my uncle feel good, even if it was a dirty secret. I knew we couldn't keep doing this, but for now, I was happy to have pleased him.