Say Uncle by C.M. Steele Read Free Book Online Page B

Standing on the edge of the bed, I stroked my cock and gave her a wink. “I want to fuck those tits, babe.” Holding them in my hands, I pressed them against my dick and started stroking. Her tits were still wet from her shower and smoothed my path.
    I groaned as the tip tapped her lips, parting them she stuck out her tongue and licked the head.
    “Angel,” I whispered. “Fuck, shit, suck it, babe.”
    I stopped titty fucking her and let her take my dick deep. Stroking it with one of her hands and the other caressing my balls, I was seconds from coming.
    “I’m going to come, Angel,” I warned, but I was a little too late and my release caught us both off guard. Angel started to swallow, only letting a little dibble down her chin. I stepped back just as there was a knock at the door. “Fuck! That was some sexy shit! Get your ass in the bathroom before my brother sees you. I’ll bring you something to wear.”
    “My suitcase is right there,” she said as she tried to go to the door to get it.
    “Get your ass in the bathroom. I’ll bring it, love,” I nearly snarled.
    “Who is it?” I called out as I picked up her suitcase.
    “Me, asshole,” Ted bitched. Somebody needed to get laid. Maybe that was his problem. He was now out of pussy, but then again Vegas was full of available pussy at a price.
    “Hold your horses, dick. I’m putting on some clothes unless you want to see my cock,” I teased.
    “Get dressed. I sure as fuck don’t want to see your balls.”
    I laughed and took the suitcase to the bathroom and could hear her in the shower again. So she wanted to pretend we took separate showers? Fine. I wasn’t hiding our relationship. I just didn’t want my brother seeing her naked. I opened the shower door and could hear her panting, sighing, and calling out my name. Fuck me, she was playing with herself in the shower. Damn, she must have been really turned on.
    I walked out of the bathroom because I didn’t want to interrupt. I tossed on a pair of boxers and jeans, then opened the door for my brother.
    “Took long enough, you big hairy bastard. You couldn’t put a shirt on?” It wasn’t like I had hair on my back or anything. I just looked like a man. Besides, Angel liked the hair on my chest and face.
    “Don’t be jealous that you can’t grow any hair on your chest, you little bitch,” I said.
    “Angel’s in the shower?” he said, taking the seat I vacated earlier.
    “Yeah, she is. So tell me what happened,” I demanded. I didn’t like not having answers, but I was phenomenal at getting them.
    He got back up and paced for a moment, then started talking. “I was in Vegas on a business trip two weeks ago when I was visiting a strip club with clients, and I saw her. I wasn’t interested in her, but she took an eager interest in me. She walked up to me after her performance and tried to offer up a private dance, but I turned her down, so she just chatted me up until some other guy summoned her for a private dance. I left a few minutes later because I wasn’t planning on paying for pussy, especially overused, overexposed pussy. The moment I walked out, I was approached by some federal agents asking me a million and a half questions. They saw her watching me like a hawk and asked me to play along.”
    “So you fucked a murderer, bro?” I was fucking disgusted. It’s one thing not to know, but it’s a whole new level of fucked up knowing.
    “We weren’t fucking. They came up with a plan, and I just had to make it work. I told her that I was in an accident and was now missing part of my junk, making me flaccid. Truthfully, I wasn’t turned on by her at all. As much as I enjoy fake tits, something about her reminded me of Sally and her betrayal.”
    “So you do acknowledge your wife cheated on you? Why do you live with the guilt?”
    “She wasn’t the only one who cheated, Dean. She may have been cheating first, but I wasn’t a saint either. The ink wasn’t even dry on the license