Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I’m already pushing my fucking limits by touching her. Every stroke I make down her spine with the sponge makes her fucking shiver.

Watching Mira tremble is a glorious fucking thing. It makes me want to see how she trembles when I force my cock between the sweet little honey-lips of her virgin pussy.

Instead, I take a deep breath.

“Lean back,” I tell her, placing my palm against her neck to help lean her that way.

“Mmm,” she moans. “It feels so good to be touched, doesn’t it? I never realized it before, but—here. Feel.”

She grabs my wrist and traces her lips up and down my forearm. I can feel her breathing me in, picking up my scent off my hot skin.

“Behave,” I warn her.

She only smiles and places a little kiss at the base of my palm where it meets my wrist.

“There’s no fun in behaving, Owen. Isn’t that what you’re known for, after all? Having fun?”

“Oh, I’m having fun, alright.”

I’m not sure that’s technically even true. I’m currently navigating the logistics of moving the sponge over Mira’s perfectly shaped breasts. Her little peaches and cream nipples jut out just over the surface of the water while she’s laying like this, floating with foam all around.

What I want to do is to put my hand beneath the small of her back and force her upward so I can feast on those pretty little nipples. Nipples like that need to be licked and sucked and bitten and teased—fucking mercilessly—until they’re sensitive and throbbing and aching for more.

What I actually do is compromise—run the sponge down the center of her chest, narrowly avoiding any improper touch by a goddamn angel’s hair.

And that’s where I make my biggest mistake.

Mira’s a smart girl. She knows an opportunity when she sees one—and she’s not afraid to take it.

She snatches my wrist as it descends beneath the surface of the water and pulls it all the way down until I’ve got her clit trapped between my fingers and the water is sloshing out of the tub. It soaks my shirtsleeve through, but more importantly…

I’m hard now. Painfully hard. My cock throbs against my slacks, demanding what I know I can’t give.

But Mira’s pussy is slippery and wet, even here in the bath. Her clit is engorged and hot and right fucking there. I can take her fucking pulse if I squeeze it—and I do.

“Oh,” Mira breathes.

It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

I squeeze her clit a little tighter and we breathe in together. She’s trying to handle the wave of pleasure I know it sends rushing through her. I’m just trying to handle how bad I want to take even more.

“I thought you were going to be a good girl,” I growl through my teeth.

“Maybe I’m not a good girl, Owen. Maybe I’m bad.”

“Oh, you’re very fucking bad. That much has been proven. But only good girls get kisses, Mira. Don’t you want your kiss?”

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I lick my lips and she licks hers simultaneously.

I still haven’t taken my fingers off her clit. Part of me isn’t even sure that I can—no matter what she says next.

“I want more than just a kiss from you,” she whispers as her chest heaves.

“I don’t think you can handle more,” I warn her.

“Fucking try me.”