"You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire."
I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... 
*. *. *. *.*
Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

“Just forget about him, Kristin,” I leaned down and sucked his right ear into my mouth. “Though he was the first man I ever had sex with, you are the only one I've kissed. And this,” I pecked him on his mouth before I went down once more, knelt and placed my hand on his shaft. “You are the only man I will ever kiss here,” I smiled up at him. 


His breath hitched when I slowly lowered the zip of his trousers, trying to act like a professional when I was nothing but an amateur. 


Oddly enough, doing this felt familiar, but I could have sworn I hadn't done this before. Yet, it felt like I'd done it countless times. 


He placed his hand on mine, when I made to touch his boxer brief, prompting me to look at him with a confused expression on my face. 


“What's wrong, Kristin?” I pursed my lips, frowning at him. “I hope you are not thinking of stopping me.” I glared daggers at him, wondering why he had such bad timings. 


Chapter 57