Falling for My Dirty Uncle

And then her body stills; I feel it quiver.

My body does the same, jerking against my hand. I stroke my dick so fast that for a second I think I might rub it raw, but my orgasm abruptly rips through me.

I explode, and I reach for the tissues next to me, trying to catch the massive amounts of cum spilling out of me. But I’m too late, and cum goes all over the place.

Shit, it’s a lot.

I continue to stroke my cock, the stiffness gradually softening in my hand, and I picture her tits and stomach glistening with my cum.

It’s so fucking hot. Too bad this is as close as I’ll ever get to seeing that.

Feeling only slightly relieved, I place my hands on the arm rest and focus on calming myself down and catching my breath.

/> How in the hell am I ever going to get her out my head? Especially since I’ll be seeing her again, thanks to Carl and Carol.

Tucking my semi-hard dick in my pants—seriously the mere thought of her makes me instantly hard—I get up to find something to drink. I worked up a sweat, and I need to cool myself down. Hopefully it’ll finish the job and get her out of my system for good.

But as I walk into the kitchen, something tugs at my feet, and I look down to see her dress wrapping around me. The one she casually took off in the middle of the kitchen this morning, and the same one I couldn’t stop staring at last night.

The memories of it have my dick back to its favorite position when I’m around her—eagerly stiff.

All the dirty possibilities flash through my mind, and even though I know it’s not what I should do, I convince myself that I’ll have to return this dress back to her.

What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t hand-deliver it to its rightful owner?

Even if it happens to be my hot ass step-niece I just imagined coming all over.

Chapter 14

Mira

I shut my front door, and my whole body slumps against it, letting out a loud exhale when I do.

I’m so…tired? No, I’m pissed. I’m tired and pissed.

Of course I am. The one person that I actually want—or have ever wanted—I can’t have because of my damn mother.

She really knows how to mess my life up, all in expense to her own. I hope she’s fucking happy, though a part of me thoroughly enjoyed Owen’s ability to make her cower like she did. But I bet it was just an act; she’s always been so good at playing the damsel in distress.

It’s amazing what one night can do to your life. Everything appears to be going smoothly, my business on track and all, and then in a blink of an eye—well, a few blinks—my world turns upside down.

All because my mom married the brother of the man who’s awakened parts of me I never knew existed.

I know I can’t just let that go. I have to have him.

Whatever I said back at his penthouse are just words. Actions speak so much louder, and his—our—bodily reaction towards each other speaks volumes. So, I promise to break my original promise—with or without the permission of my dearest step-father—and I will fuck Owen.

I tug at his shirt collar I’m wearing and smell him—again—to reassure myself. When the taste of him spreads a sharp tingle underneath my skin, I know what needs to be done. And that’s me by Owen’s cock.

But for now, I’ll have to find an alternative.

I toss my phone on the grey marble kitchen counter and head towards my master bathroom.

I’ve only just moved in, but one of the first things I arranged was to have furniture. And I made sure it fit my new CEO lifestyle—bold and luxurious.

This is where I take after my mother, in some respects. Really, I just like to have nice things.

I don’t think that’s a bad trait to take on, though, considering I could’ve inherited a few others of hers that I still cringe at.