PASSION, HUNGER, AND LUST ~~~~

"Lara's POV "

I gasped when I suddenly felt his warm, soft lips on mine, and I reciprocated the same passion it came with. His kisses were full of hunger and lust, sucking my lips desperately like he was drawing something out of them. He reached out for my hand, guiding it on his thick shaft, and we began stroking his hard dick together. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension building between us, as I gripped him tighter. His breath became ragged, and I heard him moan slightly.

"Fuckk~" he groaned, his voice low and filled with desire.

I took this moment to slide my tongue into his warm, wet mouth. He eagerly responded, sticking his tongue deep down my throat, tasting every inch and corner of my mouth as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

The kiss became rougher, more urgent. He quickened his pace, guiding my hand faster along his length, his hand moving in sync with mine. His pre-cum coated his cock, making it slick as my hand glided effortlessly up and down his huge rod.

The intensity between us rose, his deep moans filling the space as his grip tightened on my hand, guiding me faster over his throbbing cock and his need growing stronger with each passing second.

Every movement sent waves of electricity through my body, and I couldn’t help but feel my own desire building, pooling deep inside me.

"Ohhhhhh~~~ Uncle~~" My breath quickened, my lips parting as I moaned softly into his mouth, still tangled in the wet, hungry kiss.

Without even thinking, my hips started shifting, seeking relief. I felt a familiar wetness spreading in my panties, the fabric clinging to me as the heat between my legs grew unbearable. The pressure there was overwhelming, and I couldn’t stop the desperate, aching need that consumed me.

He must have sensed it, the way my body pressed closer to his, the way I trembled against him. His hand slid from my own, travelled around to grip the fullness of my ass, and he slid his fingers down between my ass, grazing over the soaked fabric of my panties.

"Mmmm, Un-uncle~~" I moaned between the kiss

His touch was firm yet teasing, sending shivers up my spine as he rubbed over my wet opening.

"Fuckkk~ so wett," he groaned

His fingers pressed harder against the damp cloth, making me gasp and arch toward him, pressing my hard nipples on his chest, practically begging for more.

I could barely breathe, overwhelmed by the heat spreading through me.

He cupped my breast through my lace nightdress, squeezing gently at first, then harder as he felt the hardened peak beneath the lace nightdress. I moaned softly for more. His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips.

His hands continued to explore my body, tracing every curve, every dip, until suddenly he shifted, gripping my waist firmly and turning me in one smooth motion. Before I knew it, I was on my back, looking up at him, his body hovering above mine. His eyes were dark with lust, filled with a primal intensity that made my breath catch in my throat.

Our lips crashed together again, this time with even more urgency, more need. The kiss was deep, hungry, like he couldn’t get enough of me. His tongue slid into my mouth, tangling with mine, tasting me with raw desire as his hands roamed greedily over my body once more.

Just as the intensity reached its peak, his movements suddenly slowed, and I felt him pause. His breathing was ragged, his body still pressed against mine, but something shifted in the air between us. His lips, which had been devouring me moments ago, now hovered just above my skin, frozen. He seemed to be caught in a moment of hesitation, as if something snapped him out of the overwhelming lust that had consumed both of us.

He pulled back, his forehead creased with a frown, his eyes clouded with confusion and guilt. I could feel his body tense, and before I could say anything, he abruptly pushed himself off me, his chest rising and falling as he stood up, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

Without a word, he hurried toward the bathroom, his footsteps quick and unsteady.

I heard the door slam shut behind him, and the sudden absence of his warmth left me feeling cold and confused. My heart pounded in my chest, my body still tingling from the intensity of what had just happened. But now, the silence was deafening, and all I could think about was why he had stopped.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.

"Why did he stop? Why did he pull away when we were both so lost in the moment?" I thought to myself.

Frustration bubbled up inside me, my heart pounding not from the passion we had shared but from the anger building in my chest. I clenched my fists against the sheets, replaying the way he had suddenly paused, how he looked torn and conflicted before running off.

He had wanted me—his kisses, his touch, his body pressing against mine had made that perfectly clear. The way he had touched me, the heat between us, the fire that had been burning… it had all been real.

I was furious. Furious that he held back the lust, the desire, the overwhelming feeling that had gripped us both.

I sat up, the frustration twisting into something darker, something more determined. No, I thought, the anger fueling a new kind of resolve. I wasn’t going to let him get away with holding back, with leaving me like this. He wanted me, and I had felt it

“He’s mine,” I whispered to myself, the possessiveness in my voice stronger than the doubt.

“He started this, and I’m going to make sure he finishes it.”

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my body still buzzing with need. There was no more hesitation, no more confusion. I was going to make him mine, fully and completely. He wouldn’t be able to resist what he had already set in motion. He wouldn’t be able to hold back. Not anymore.

I stood, the decision made. Whatever was holding him back, I would break through it. And when I did, there would be no stopping us.