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down her smooth young skin. “When you cum, and you will, don’t call out my name.”
    “ Are you sure?” She gasped as she felt his fingers between her legs.
    He took a nipple between his lips, his teeth brushing against them in a promising manner. “Yes, instead,” his tongue flicked her nipple, “Call out Uncle.”
    Shayla wasn’t sure what to think, not that she really could think as his fingers traced around her clit, causing little spasms to build inside her. “Whatever you say.”
    “ You’re a wet little thing, aren’t you?” He rolled Shayla onto her back, he hovered over her, “Do I make you wet?”
    “ Yes, you do.” She was amazed by the power she felt with him over her. Her stomach twisted with nerves, she had no idea who this man was, yet she was desperate to feel him inside of her.
    “ Say it, I want to hear you say it.” His voice grew deeper as his fingers slid in and out of her pussy.
    Shayla bit her lip for a moment as she felt her body aching for more, her mind dizzy, “You make me so wet—Uncle.”
    He smiled, “Good girl.” He spread her legs apart a little more as he positioned his hard cock at her virgin entry.
    She felt a pressure unlike anything else she’d experienced before.
    “ Nice and tight, the way Uncle likes it.” He moaned as he pushed in slowly, letting her tight pussy accept him. “You like the feel of my cock in you?”
    Shayla could only nod as he began to move slowly at first and then more quickly. She dug her nails into his shoulders as she tried to meet his speed with all this thrusts.
    Her body glistened with sweat as she kissed him again, her body urging him to be inside of her, deep in her as a wave of pleasure she’d only brought onto herself before started to ripple through her. “Uncle!” She cried, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
    “ Say it again!” He roared as he thrust in with more power than Shayla had ever felt before.
    “ Fuck me Uncle, Fuck me!” She could barely get the words out as collapsed on top of her.
    He climbed off her a moment later as he moved around the room to retrieve his clothes and redressed.
    Shayla was afraid to move, had she really just done it? Her V-card was gone now, she’d been ravaged by this man in the middle of the afternoon in a hotel room.
    He adjusted his tie, “You better get dressed, we have to check out.”
    She sat up and looked around for a moment before finding her clothes and putting them back on. “Thank you.” She spoke softly as she looked at him in his suit.
    He smiled, “Next time you’re in the city, call the number you did earlier and tell them you’re my niece.”
    Shayla nodded as she took the card out of her pocket and studied it for a moment, “What if I’m not in the city and I’m thinking of you?”
    “ Shayla, I have a wife and kids. I can’t be fucking you on the weekends.” He took her wrist and pulled her close to him, “We can have a standing date, as long as you promise me that no other man is fucking that tight, wet pussy of yours.”
    She blinked before looking up at him, “I promise.”
    “ Good girl.” He kissed her so hard she had to wrap her arms around him to keep from falling over. “Call me later and we’ll make plans. Next time we’ll have more time together.”
    “ Of course Brad, I will.” She smiled as he led her into the hall before they each took separate elevators to the lobby.
    When she thought about Uncle Brad, she would still find the wetness between her legs soaking her panties. He’d done things to her and with her that no other guy had done.
    She was horny.
    She needed to fuck someone.
    Hell, she’d take giving a blow job if it gave her some sort of sexual outlet.
    Her eyes scanned the car, teenage boys, men who were far too old for her, a couple of guys age appropriate, but most of them were dressed just like Brad. That would be the worst thing for her right now.
    “ Should I say good afternoon or good evening?” His voice had a slight Northern