Isabella.
Uncle Ben’s tongue was paradise in my mouth. He moved like I was made for him, like he had wanted this as much as I did. He had one hand on my neck, the other squeezing my ass.
My hunger for him grew with each passing second, my numb body woke just for him. I‘d always dreamt about this night, about the crazy things he could do to me. He was the reason I m*********d after every s*x with Kelvin.
“Isa,” he grunted.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. My hands made their way to his pants, struggling with his belt. I tried my best to undo it but my impatience got the best of me.
I hissed at the slightest inconvenience. I wasn’t sure if the belt was stuck or my brain was messing with me. Maybe this isn’t real. All of it. It can’t be.
He grabbed my hand and broke our kiss. The only sounds we
