Say Uncle

By: C.M. Steele

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “Depends on if you’re going keep reading. I want to see what other dirty shit is in there. I would love to know how you like it in bed,” I suggested and gave her a naughty grin. I was serious about knowing her likes, but I wasn’t happy about who showed her what she liked.

“Just because I’m reading a scene doesn’t mean it’s what I like. I’m reading the entire book,” she refuted, returning to her book. I sat back and finished my drink, summoning the stewardess for another. I was hoping the alcohol would dull my senses, and I could just unzip my jeans, whip out my cock, and flip her onto me, fucking her. The constant fantasizing wasn’t doing me or my pants any good. I could feel the come leaking out of my dick and onto my underwear; one or two strokes and I’d be coming hard.

“So why are you going to Vegas?” I was really curious to know why she would be going to Vegas alone, and I needed to stop thinking about what I wanted to do to her.

“Umm…” she muttered, pausing too long for my liking. A low growl emanated from my chest.

“You don’t want to tell me?” I asked. It seemed she was ashamed or uncomfortable to tell me why she was going to the Devil’s playground.


“Tell me,” I demanded. All thoughts of why ran through my brain. Please tell me she wasn’t marrying someone else, or becoming a stripper or some shit like that.

She rolled her eyes at me before she said, “Dude, chill out. I’m going because my mother got married yesterday and didn’t tell me. So I’m going to go surprise her and her latest dupe.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relief, which she noticed. Then I asked another important question. “So how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-one. You?” she countered.

“Twenty-nine,” I replied. Yes…she wasn’t too young for me. Hell, when it came to her, legal was all I needed. I’d never dated anyone that much younger than me before, but she was my downfall and I knew it. She’d be the one I’d make all the exceptions for, to do stupid shit I wouldn’t do for anyone else. She would own me. I was on my way to stop my brother from marrying a stranger, but who was going to stop me? Who would even be able to stop me? No one.

The stewardess came back to see if we needed anything else. I needed something else, but it wasn’t anything the stewardess could give me.

“So do you usually wear that much makeup?” I wanted to know what I had to deal with and how hard I’d have to get her to get rid of the ridiculous look. My woman wouldn’t need to hide her face in all that war paint.

“Are you always a dick?” she replied indignantly. She said dick. I’d just got my boy to settle down, and it was like she was calling to him. He heard “dick,” and he was back up and panting, begging to be petted.

I gave her a shrug because a lot of people thought I was a dick, and even Ted called me a dick at least once when I talked to him yesterday. “Sometimes. Why do you wear all of that? It takes away from your naturally pretty face.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do. I can see your eyes just perfectly. All that black shit around your eyes is unappealing,” I informed her.

“Yet you haven’t left me alone, have you? My boyfriend doesn’t mind my makeup either, so I guess it’s not so unappealing,” Angel said spitefully.

“You’ve got a boyfriend?!” I asked with shock and a touch of hatred for this unknown POS. The information was a big blow. I was going to have to do something about that, and do it really quick. I wanted her without a doubt. Once we were off the plane, I was checking into my hotel, and then I was getting in her pussy. Fuck, I still had to check in with my brother and stop him.

She returned to her book, and I went back to looking over her shoulder. A minute in, she put it in the pocket in front of her and stretched, then she unzipped her sweater. Fuck me! She had a low-cut shirt on. Her cleavage was teasing me, like it was a perfect place for this ready-to-explode cock.

“You did that shit on purpose,” I accused.

“Did what on purpose?” she asked, knowing full well what I was talking about since I didn’t take my eyes off her tits.

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