Dirty Erotica; Daddy's Little Kitten.

Chapter 13. Uncle's c**k tastes better

Dylan's delicate fingers brushed smoothly against the hickeys on Brittany's nape, his eyes a hint of curiosity in them. He could tell that he wasn't the one who gave her those love bites and he was curious to know where she had gotten it from or who she might have slept with.

Brittany tensed, her p***y still clamped around his d**k which was still fully erect in her.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing with thoughts on what to say.

How the hell will she tell him about the deal she made with professor Thompson?

She had thought about playing dumb with Thompson, pretending that whatever was going on between her and Dylan was over. That way, she might be able to throw him off her back and get him to lay off. But then, she couldn't deny the spark she felt whenever Thompson was around. She'd developed feelings for him, and it was getting harder to ignore.

“Aren't you gonna say something?” Dylan asked, breaking through the silence that had ensued.

Brittany took in a deep breath and turned to face him, her eyes boring into his stormy gray eyes.

“I have a boyfriend, Dylan.” She lied, knowing that was the best explanation to give at the moment. Dylan could certainly understand and let it slide but she knew he wouldn't if he had learnt of the deal she made with a professor just to keep their intimacy a secret from her mother.

“A - boyfriend?” Dylan mumbled, raising a brow.

Brittany forced a nod, her face etched with guilt. Dylan's eyes flashed with silent understanding, the unspoken words lingering in the air.

Brittany felt uncomfortable. She wondered what was going on in his thoughts. How does he feel about her having a boyfriend? How does he feel knowing he was sharing her with some college guys?

He didn't say a word and Brittany ceased that moment to reveal how thirsty she was of him and how empty she had been even with a boyfriend.

Sliding her arms around his waist, she leaned closer, their faces an inch apart.

“I know what you must be thinking, but I want to be honest with you about my feelings. I miss you so badly and I'm only with him to fill the void, to distract myself from the thoughts of you.”

Dylan was quiet, but his c**k tweaked inside of her tight p***y.

She still craved him badly, she needed more of his thrusts, she needed those moan-filled satisfaction from his heavy pounds and she didn't want anything to ruin the moment.

“I think it's best if you are with your boyfriend, Brittany.” Dylan finally said, his words like a blow to her heart.

She swallowed hard, hoping to get his understanding.

He cleared his throat and continued, “That's the best way. We can't ignore the way we feel. But we also can't ignore the consequences of our actions.”

“I don't care..” Brittany blurted, bringing her face towards him, her breath hot on his skin.

She dragged her tongue over her lower lip, wetting it, her eyes filled with desire.

Dylan exhaled, his expression softening, mixed with a hint of concern and affection.

“Brittany, we can't ignore the reality of our situation. Our relationship is complicated and society wouldn't understand.”

“f**k society! All I want is you and no one else!” Brittany blurted, and she gasped as Dylan jerked, his c**k pushing harder inside her.

His eyes roamed around the club which was now filled with moans and the sounds of skin coming in contact.

As his gaze drifted towards Brittany, he held her thighs and whispered, “We aren't even safe here. What if a picture of us was taken and uploaded on the internet? You know what can happen if your mom comes across it.”

“I don't care about that, Dylan. I have no concern about what my mom would say. Please, don't bring up this kind of conversation.”

“I have to, Britt. We can't just continue like this…”

“What?” Brittany gasped, a lump forming in her throat.

Pushing back the tears that burned her eyes, she forced herself to ask, “Why are you saying all of this? Is it because I mentioned I have a boyfriend?”

Dylan went mute. His silence makes Brittany uneasy..

She read his face. Every line, every crease, every subtle curve sparked jealousy.

He wasn't happy with the context of her having a boyfriend.

Brittany reached for his c**k which was buried in her. Her fingers trailed around his balls and she fondled it, watching him close his eyes in pleasure.

“I know what you must be thinking," She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I knew those hickeys were on my neck. But seeing it stirred something in me. I crave the connection we once shared, the way it felt when we were together."

Her words hung in the air, a mix of vulnerability and longing.

Dylan's expression was unreadable, a blend of surprise and contemplation. "I thought you'd moved on," he said finally, his voice neutral. "You mentioned a boyfriend."

Brittany nodded, her eyes drifting downward. "I do. He's kind and caring, but it's different. With him, it's... safe. Predictable." She paused, her gaze meeting him.

"But with you... it's intense. Complicated. Dark, and explorable. I've craved for your c**k to be buried in me. No one has ever given me those pleasures like you do, Dylan. I want you over and over again.”

Those words stirred up a strange excitement in Dylan. His cheeks flushed, his body reacted to it with his c**k getting even harder inside of her.

Brittany moaned as he slid his hand into her sleeves, and pinched her hard n*****s.

“I – want - you,” those words tore from her lips, her body craving ecstasy.

Dylan pressed further, making his c**k twitch inside of her.

“Are you trying to tell me you can't get satisfaction from any other c**k except mine?” He asked, brushing his fingers against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Brittany nodded, her chest rising and falling.

“You missed f*****g me?” Dylan repeated excitedly.

“Yes, yes. I missed having your huge f*****g c**k buried in me and pounding me till I'm exhausted.” Brittany replied, riding slowly on his c**k which was now fully erect inside of her.

Her p***y clenched around it, dripping with juices. Dylan's c**k throbbed and got even lengthier as his desire mounted.

Her confession just ignited the sensual flame in him and he was ready to bend her over and f**k the living hell out of her.

His lips grazed against her neck, his warm breath lingering on her skin

“You always want your uncle's c**k to satisfy your craving? Does that mean uncle f***s better than anyone else?” Dylan asked, his lips brushing against her delicate ears

Brittany nodded, her c**t swelling as his c**k filled her, taking every f*****g space inside of her, stretching and going to the hilt in her.

“Yes, yes f*****g yes!” She moaned in his skin.

Dylan withdrew his c**k from her, her juices dripping onto the polished floor

Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropping along.

Why did he suddenly withdraw? Doesn't he want to f**k her?

Is he doing this to punish her for having a boyfriend?

“You know what, I want to f**k you so hard till I'm satisfied, but I can't do it here. Not with this posture.” Dylan pushed back his c**k into his pants, while Brittany's face fell.

She was about to say something when she felt herself being lifted off the ground

He was carrying her in his arms, his eyes filled with lust.

“I'm taking you to my VIP lounge. Let's get crazy tonight.”

Those words sent a shiver of excitement down Brittany's spine. As Dylan walked up to a front door, the guards bowed and stepped aside.

Once he was in, they closed the door and left, leaving him to do whatever business he had

Brittany's eyes went wide as she took in the state of his luxurious suite.

“Oh wow.” She mumbled, still wrapped in his arms

“Shhh..no talking,” Dylan mumbled as he approached the bed.

Without warning, he threw her on it, and rode her dress up to her waist before tearing her Lace panties.

Grabbing her thighs, he pushed her towards him and knelt between her.

He flung her legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue deep in her p***y.

“Oh my god!” Brittany moaned, her eyes rolling at the back of her head.