Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 25

Inspecting my exhausted reflection in Merle's bedroom mirror, I combed out my damp hair. I still had my silk robe on, which accented my curves nicely, but I actually looked like a wrung out dish rag. My eyes were droopy and there were purple bags under them.

Even though Merle and I had talked about some super serious shit together in the tub, I was feeling relaxed. I was sure the joint we smoked had something to do with my mellow mood. I heard the unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing, then the hallway bathroom door as it creaked open. Merle sauntered into the room seconds later, whiskey and fruit in hand.

"Feel better?" I asked, looking him over in the mirror. He was stark naked and beautiful, an expression of relief on his tired face.

"Yeah, I had ta piss more than I thought," he said, setting the whiskey and fruit on his nightstand.

"Me, too." I smiled at him in the mirror.

I had gone right before him, feeling as if I would never stop peeing. I had cleaned myself up carefully after that, just in case he decided to go down on me. I didn't want him tasting piss, although, I don't think he would have cared. It was just the decent thing to do.

"Lemme do that." Merle stepped up behind me, eyeing up my hard nipples in the mirror.

"Huh?" I was confused as to what he wanted to do. "Do what?"

"Yer hair," he replied, chuckling.

"Oh, sure." My smile widened as he pulled my hair behind my back. He opened his hand for the comb, and I laid it in his palm.

"It's only a lil wet," Merle said, running the comb through my drying locks. "It's beautiful even when it's wet. Kinda like yer pussy. It's always beautiful, but even more so when it's glistenin' and beggin' fer me ta fuck it."

"My pussy begs too?" I giggled. "Not just my mouth when I say..." I gave him puppy dog eyes and stuck out my lower lip, changing my tone so I would sound innocent. "...please fuck me, Uncle Merle. I need it."

"Yeah, she begs all right. She begs and pleads and calls my name." He nodded, licking his lips as he once again eyed up my hard nipples. "Ya got too many clothes on."

"Lemme take care o' that." I flashed him a naughty grin.

"Ya go 'head and do that." Merle continued to comb my hair. I exposed one of my breasts but didn't untie my robe.

"Better?" I asked innocently, pinching my nipple.

"Tease." He pretended to pout, stepping closer to my backside.

"You can touch it," I said softly.

"I can, huh?" Merle smirked, snaking one of his hands around my front side. He cupped my exposed breast in his hand, squeezing gently while he used his thumb to prod at my sensitive bud. "Tits are like a game ya gotta figure out. It's fun ta figure out how they like ta be touched. They're all different. Some like it rough, others like it soft and sweet. I just play with 'em like an analog stick on a game controller 'til I figure out what they like. But yers..." He set the comb on the dresser, watching as my exposed breast lit up with goosebumps, my nipple hardening to its peak under his skilled thumb. "...yers like everythin' I do, soft or rough. I think it might just be me they like. They seem ta like my mouth, too."

"My tits love you," I stated, smiling. "They love yer hands and yer mouth. They'd prolly even like it if ya fucked 'em."

"Ooh, woman..." Merle groaned, pressing his hardening cock into my ass. "One day. One day soon. Just not t'night." His free hand slid over my hip and belly before untying my robe in the front. He ground against me slowly, moaning lowly in my ear as he rubbed my belly. "Let's stand here fer a few minutes. Lookin' at ya in the mirror while I touch ya is kinda hot. It's kinda excitin'. I get ta see yer face whenever it changes."