In His Arms

Chapter 7

'The Line'

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Issa let go of my hand and looked at me shyly, like a girl trying to confess her love to her crush.

"I... I still feel bad for what happened in the convenience store, let me make it up to you...♡" She said, her expression changing to something a little more lustful. I almost immediately knew where she was going with it, if it's what I think it is then I'll politely deny it.

"Make it up to me? What do you mean?"

"I mean like this~♡"

"Hey, what are y—"

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"M-Mhghm......mhaa, like that...? ♡"

".....Just like that. Keep going....."

I'm sitting on the edge of the bottom bunk, with my track pants lowered all the way down my calves. Issa is kneeling in front of me, with a quarter of my throbbing member inside her warm, drooling mouth. She would occasionally pull it out of her mouth to ask for some feedback before putting it back in and gently moving her head back and forth in a slow and steady rhythm.

Very amateurish and inexperienced manner of giving head I must admit, but both the heart and effort are there and the way she would look up at me with those sultry puppy eyes as if gauging my reaction was for the most part what kept me rock-hard. I gently held Issa's soft cheek as she kept going, and that seemed to encourage her even more.

"Use more tongue, Issa.....like what you did with my thu—mmhp!"

With her hand around my base, Issa's tongue starts to snake around my glans and upper shaft like it was coated in sweet syrup. This made her head-bobbing slow down to a crawl, but it didn't matter much as I was now slowly falling into ecstasy. She would slither her tongue all over my cock, then pull back excruciatingly slowly while loudly slurping her own drool all way until my member was finally out of her warm mouth, before immediately going back to sucking it again. All of this while making some enthusiastic, erotic moans along the way.

Rinse and repeat. How many times? I've lost count, really. It wasn't long until she had me basically at her mercy, if the narrow, sultry gaze she had on me was any indication.

"Mmmhh, slrrrrppp.....pwwah~ ♡ Are you about to blow, Uncle....? ♡"

I didn't want to cum just yet. No, I wanted to keep feeling her warm mouth and tongue on my cock, but Issa seems to learn fast. Only a few minutes of having my throbbing appendage in her mouth and she already knew which spots to make me shake, which areas to make me groan.

My hands grip the side of her head this time, trying to get her to slow down, but right now my dear niece seemed cock-hungry and relentless. All her actions became wilder and naughtier, and I quickly reached my limit before I could even begin to resist.

"Issa, Iss—mmmhh fuck.....!"

"Mmmggh, hhmm~! ♡"

All of her actions stop as fresh, hot semen start to hit the back of her throat in bursts. Had I not blown a load earlier this morning from her hands, perhaps some would've already been overflowing out of her greedy lips.

She pulls back before I could really finish, causing my cock to end up shooting some skeet onto her face, but she didn't seem to mind. She didn't even try to shield herself, just sat there and let some of my jizz splash on her while she closed one of her eyes.

"H....Holy fuck, Issa.....if that was your idea of 'making it up to me', I wouldn't mind you....misbehaving more often...."

She looks at me with those same puppy eyes, face glazed with cum and all, while she continued to hold my load in her mouth, almost as if confused on what else to do next.