Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 28

"Do ya care if I rip off what yer wearin'?" Merle inquired seriously. "I mean, I wanna actually rip the fabric. Not just rip the shit from yer body."

"No. I can always buy new stuff. These dresses..." I trailed off, glancing at my front side. Looking over the thin, cotton material, I realized it would rip easily for him. "I have the site bookmarked on my computer at home, and I can always get another bra and panty set. No big deal."

"Just makin' sure." He smirked, leaning forward. "Don't wanna piss ya off. Fer all I know, this could be yer favorite dress or some shit. You women are funny 'bout yer clothes sometimes." He rested his arms on the table next to my thighs, his hands going straight for my ass.

"Appreciate that." I sat forward and cupped his scruffy face in my hands. "Kiss me," I said softly.

"Don't mind if I do," Merle rasped, his hands massaging my ass cheeks.

Our lips met eagerly, a tiny giggle escaping me. He had said that to me when we had our first kiss at the tavern. I felt mushy inside at the mere thought of it. That particular kiss had been staged, but he had figured out I had feelings for him anyway. That was probably my fault for pulling him back into it after he had started to back away, but I was happy it had happened that way. Me grabbing the back of his neck had led to our first tongue kiss, and had eventually led up to us having the balls to have our first real kiss in the hallway of the tavern.

When I giggled again, Merle backed off just enough to look at me.

"Why ya gigglin' like a school girl?" he asked curiously. He was amused. His lips were turned up into a grin, his pretty blue eyes twinkling with lust as he stared at me.

"Ya said that ta me at the tavern when I first got there," I reminded him, shrugging. "I'm feelin' a lil mushy."

"I did, didn't I?" His glowing eyes and genuine smile told me he remembered saying that quite well. "It's true. I don't mind kissin' ya. Never thought much o' kissin' b'fore I kissed you. It was just somethin' I did as foreplay, but now it feels different. It's better," Merle stated, leaning back in for a closed mouth kiss. "Yer right. I feel mushy, too. Makin' me soft, girl. Don't tell no one."

"Promise," I muttered, moaning softly as his tongue flicked at my top lip. I wouldn't have to tell anyone. His actions would give that away if he allowed for that to be seen by others.

Opening my mouth to him, I enjoyed the way his tongue toyed with mine as they danced together. Another moan came out of me when Merle sucked on the tip of my tongue. I knew he was thinking about eating my pussy when his hand snaked between my open thighs to touch my pussy lips.

"Yer a bad girl. Yer gettin' pussy juice all over my magazine," he joked, kissing down my jaw. I closed my arms around him, holding him to me.

"Sorry, Uncle Merle," I said, struggling to sound innocent.

My brain didn't want to speak. That deceptive organ inside my skull wanted to make me moan. His scruff always felt so amazing against my skin, and he knew just where to kiss, nibble and suck. His teeth nipped at the crook of my neck, his index finger penetrating my soft folds. I couldn't help but moan at the combined feeling of his skilled mouth and touch. Goosebumps lit up my entire body, shivers wrecking their way up and down my spine as he chewed at my skin and played inside my aching snatch.

"Mmm, so warm and wet," Merle breathed, gently suckling my earlobe. "Lie back."

Watching me do as he willed, his eyes stayed on my uncovered tits for a second before they dropped to his finger in my pussy. Smirking, he added another finger and pushed further inside of me.