Falling for My Dirty Uncle

The tip rests right on my hole, and before he can push in, my impatience gets the best of me. I push back hard against him, sliding his cock into me, forcing a loud moan from his throat. He thrusts forward immediately, matching me, and I weaken with delight.

I collapse my torso against the cool marble, and look up behind me to see his face, watching as his eyes roll back while he fucks me. Watching the pleasure in his expression isn’t just sexy, it’s exhilarating.

I sit up some, resting on my elbows and giving myself more leverage to back against him. The two of us together, fucking through our feelings on this wild, roller coaster of a day, is more therapeutic than anything I’ve ever experienced. There’s so much raw sexual attraction between us and I can’t get enough of his cock.

His cock pushes hard against my G-spot as he fucks me, forcing me to moan uncontrollably. The sound of my pleasure must drive him as well because it unleashes a whole new level of force to our already raunchy fuck session.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy!” exclaims Owen as he wraps his strong hands around my waist and pulls me back against him while he thrusts hard into me.

“Fuck me, Owen!” I command. “I want to feel your cock as deep as it goes! Fuck me deep and coat my cunt with your cum!”

I’ll have to say, Owen is not one to disappoint. He grabs my hips and slams his cock into me and grinds his pelvis against me once he’s inside, moving his massive cock around in my pussy, creating sensations I didn’t know were possible.

As I sit on the verge of orgasm, my toes are curling in my shoes and I’m gripping my fingers against the marble table top, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip and murmuring incoherent half-words.

Owen is grunting and panting behind me, exerting all the force he can into his thrusts. I take in a deep breath, and as I do, my entire body starts tingling and my pussy tightens around Owen’s cock.

“I’m fucking coming, baby!” I scream out to Owen. I plant my feet as best I can on the floor, but they immediately curl right back up at the thrust that drives me into climax.

I float in ecstasy as Owen drives into my pussy, and soon after my own release, I feel his cock tighten and throb inside my tight hole.

“I’m coming!” he shouts quickly before his cum shoots hard into my cunt. He fills me so much that cum is leaking out as more is pouring in. I’m so full that I’m literally bursting at the seams.

Owen’s thrusts slow, and soon end. He pulls himself out of my pussy, and as he does, his cum drips right out of me.

I exhale a very happy, very satisfied sigh as I turn over, stretching across the table as Owen’s cum drips to the expensive hardwood floor.

I’m technically obligated to clean that up later, but for now I’m going to lay here and bask in my sweaty, slutty glory as I come to thoroughly accept that I’m not only in love with my dirty uncle, but that he and I are getting married.

After everything he and I have been through in our run so far, I would have no problem shouting it to the world. And who knows, after this little stint of quality time, maybe I’ll have a bump that proves our love just as well.

“I love you, Mira,” Owen says as he climbs onto the table, positioning himself next to me. “I want you to know that more than anything.”

“I love you, too, Owen,” I reply, turning my head to him and sharing a sweet, passionate kiss.

As our lips part, we stare up at the ceiling, our fingers laced together as I begin picturing our wedding and the future of Wilder Lingerie. I can’t even imagine being any happier than I am right now.

Epilogue

Mira

Six Months Later

“Aren't you a vision?” Owen saunters into my office, even with his arms weighed down with scraps of fabric.

“Hardly,” I groan, thinking back to the struggle this morning to find clothes that still fit. Owen walked in on me trying to squeeze into an old pair of pants and caught me before I tumbled to the ground. Catching me before I fall seems to be his specialty.

You know what else he excels at? Pleasuring me morning, noon and night. This morning on the closet floor was no exception. His morning pussy eating made me temporarily forget about my clothes crisis. Temporarily.

“I'm quickly expanding. By this time next week, I'll have my own zip code.”

Owen drops the fabric samples down on my desk that’s already piled high with sketches, marketing proposals and press requests. Everyone, Lis Langley in particular, is waiting with baited breath for our newest creation.

He comes around to my side of the desk, lifting me up and placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Don't talk about the woman I love that way,” Owen says, then places a protective hand on my growing belly. “And definitely don't talk about the mother of my child like that.”

Covering his hand with mine, I look up at the gorgeous, strong man standing in front of me. Just staring at him is enough to start my juices flowing.

If he hadn't already knocked me up six months ago, the intense way his steel gray eyes are looking deep into mine right now would easily do the job.