Falling for My Dirty Uncle

If we don’t make the most of this tonight, I know that I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

So I take him. I have him. Every inch, every orgasm, every intense, gasping moment.

“Mira,” Owen rasps. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Please,” I breathe.

I don’t know how to ask him for what I so desperately want—what I have wanted from the first fucking moment I saw him going down on that bridesmaid smeared with my mother’s wedding cake.

I can only hope that whatever it is I’m yearning for…

That he wants it too.

“Mira!” he roars. “Mira—god! Take my fucking cum! Take it all!”

“Give it to me!” I whine, holding onto him for dear life.

“Give it to me, Owen! Yes! YES!”

We come together, both of us at once. I can feel every ounce of his hot, sticky seed pumping into my pussy, filling me up fuller than I’ve ever been.

I wrap my legs around him and keep him inside me, even long after he’s done. The thought of being separated from him is unbearable—especially after all this.

Instead, I find his lips, and I keep mine there. As long as he’ll let me. For as long as we can.

Chapter 29

Owen

And then we’re both exhausted. Mira is lying on my chest, basking in the afterglow.

She’s slippery, hot, and naked. Blonde hair all wet and slicked back. Blue eyes half-shut.

Her cute little lips are open and happy. She’s smiling like the Cheshire fucking Cat. Almost purring, too.

She’s so fucking hot like this. So hot I can feel myself getting hard again almost instantly.

Absent-mindedly, I rub my hand along her back and squeeze that sexy little ass of hers. She moans in pleasure and smiles up at me. And suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with self-loathing.

What the fuck have I done?

She’s so fucking young. Am I really so incapable of controlling myself?

I guess the answer is yes.

I fucked my step-niece, and I didn’t even wear a condom. She could have gotten pregnant—she could be pregnant right now.

It was good, though. Really fucking good. One for the books.

Images of her seconds earlier moaning my name flash through my head.

Okay, I really am hard again now.

She sees and looks up at me, batting those long, dark eyelashes of hers.

“I know what we could do with that,” she says, gesturing with her chin at my now-enormous hard-on.

“Mira…fuck. I’m sorry.”