Dirty Uncle

“That’s right. Meant it.” I widen my stance and tug her hips up against mine. Groaning when she writhes on my fuck-ready cock. “I tried to do the right thing. But the wrong thing feels too goddamn good.”

“It’s not wrong,” she murmurs, giving me big, earnest doe eyes. “Your friends know about us and they’re still your friends, aren’t they? Some people might have a problem with us, but we probably wouldn’t have liked those idiots, anyway.”

A laugh rumbles out of my chest, surprising me. “You’re a fierce little thing when you want something, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve only ever wanted you this much,” she says, pulling me down for a slow kiss.

About two seconds of her sugar tongue and I’m ready to bang her doggy style, right here on the shore, but I sense her holding back. “What’s going on in your gorgeous head?”

She drops back on her heels. “I, um…will you tell me what happened between you and my stepdad?” A frown draws her eyebrows together. “He said you blacken everything and I know you believe that. That you’ll blacken me. I want to know what happened so I can tell you it’s all nonsense.”

Can I tell her? I haven’t told anyone about my past. Never even considered it. Why would I volunteer the information that I’m the family bastard? With Clara’s encouraging touch and maybe a deep-seated need to be free of the secret, though, I find myself telling her. “My mother had a one-night stand and got pregnant with me—and it happened while she was married. She decided to go through with raising me, even though her husband didn’t want the reminder of what she’d done. How she’d betrayed him. Later, they had a second child. Their child. That child is your stepfather now.”

I shrug off the years of disgust being leveled in my direction, every time I left my small room in the cellar. Instead I focus on Clara’s sympathetic eyes, her hands as they stroke up and down my chest.

“I got a job when I turned thirteen and tried to pay my way, but…I think my mother regretted keeping me. I was always that elephant in the room and her husband never stopped being bitter. I…did blacken everything in their world.”

“No, Rex.” Her outage is so cute—so welcome and unexpected—my throat begins to ache. “How dare they blame a child? They should have known the betrayal was theirs and never held it against you.” She sputters a little bit. “They’re the ones that blackened everything. You…you make everything brighter for me. That’s how I know they were wrong and this is right.”

I cap off her final word with my mouth, letting her taste how much I need her. How much I appreciate her. God, what has my life been up until this point? What was I living for until Clara? “Starting tomorrow,” I growl, fisting her hair and tugging it back. “You stay in bed until I’ve given you a morning fuck. My cock is all worked up and nasty now. It don’t like waiting for a helping of little girl pussy.”

Her eyelids flutter. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Show me how sorry.”

I don’t even have to direct Clara to her knees, she just drops like a stone, her fingers eager on my fly. Didn’t bother putting on briefs this morning, so she’s on my cock within seconds, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Whimpering around it. Savoring it. Her eyes are on me the whole time, looking for approval and I give it, grunting and stroking her hair, tucking it behind her ears.

“You taste the nasty, don’t you? Yeah. Lick it off. You love it. You love having Daddy panting after that ass. Makes your little cunt wet, doesn’t it?”

She nods her head, choking when I hit the back of her throat and push deeper, deeper—until she’s just beginning to panic—before pulling out.

“Get on your back, little girl.”

I stand above Clara, stroking my dick as she lies down on the wet earth, her dark hair fanning in all directions around her. Fuck, she’s flushed and beautiful. Hot as goddamn fire, too, with that yellow material cupping all my favorite parts. “Should I leave my bathing suit on, Daddy?”

“Yeah,” I grit out, going down to my knees in between her splayed legs. “Want to watch those tits bounce around in your top. Just like when Daddy used to bounce you on his knee, only this time I’m going to have my cock right where it’s meant to be.”

Last night, I knew my instinct about Clara needing this kind of relationship was dead on, but watching her thrive in it makes me proud. I gave this to her. I gave her what she needed. Her back arches as I speak the filth we both know is fantasy. For us, though, it’s a touch closer to real. Something we both hunger for.