From sneaking her panties down and just sliding myself right inside of her, hearing her gasp as my cock penetrates her tight little cunt, to forcing her face into a pillow and gripping her hips tight and pulling her against me as I plow into her. All I can seem to think is that. Mira and I have the perfect opportunity to get to know each other a whole new way, right here, right now.
But I can’t fucking do that.
I’m her uncle. Well, step-uncle. My brother is the investor for her company. All this would do is to make things really fucking awkward among all of us.
As her eyes flutter in fatigue, glimpses of a smile forming against the side of her mouth as her lids open and fade as they close, it’s as if every time she sees me gazing at her, she’s happy. It’s truly the most darling sight.
Goddammit, Mira. Why did you have to come here?
Mira is going to get herself into serious trouble by staying here. The fact that she’s in my home at all is enough for Carl to fly off the handle. I’ll have my work cut out from me, explaining it if he ever finds out.
A few hours ago, Mira was just this cute little slut blowing me, working my cock so fucking well that I’m still mad we never finished. I bet she looks like a perfect, dirty angel with a load blown all over her face.
I could find out. All I’d have to do is whip it out, and I know she’d be on it so fast my head would spin.
She’d just wrap her plump lips around my swollen cock head, slide her tongue down the shaft, and work her mouth all the way up and down my huge cock, all with a smile in her cheeks. I can already see her piercing eyes staring up at me, forcing me to see the hunger and appreciation in her eyes.
There’s no better little slut than one who can look you right in the face, unashamed and confident that they’re the best lips you’ve ever had curled around your fucking cock.
Mira’s body nestles into the mattress, getting comfortable, and unintentionally creating the best view possible. Every curve is so defined.
I study her prominent hips that link with a cute, narrow waist, all the way up to her lovely, sizeable breasts. It would be a sin to not give those perky tits the attention they so rightfully deserve.
“Owen,” she says, corrupting our perfect silence and dissolving my thoughts, for a moment anyway.
“Yes, Mira?” I respond quickly.
“What are you doing? Aren't you going to come lay down? You're not…afraid, are you?” she utters, taunting me.
God, you dirty girl. You have no clue just how badly I want you.
“I'll be in bed soon; I just have a couple of things I need to do before I fall asleep.”
“Oh,” she replies, disappointed in my explanation.
I touch her shoulder gently, just grazing her skin lightly. As my fingers travel down her bare arm, goosebumps form against her skin.
I pull away, knowing full well I don’t want to ruin the future she’s building for herself and her company. If I let things go too far, she’s going to lose everything. Carl will pull his money out like that if he knows something happens.
Knowing she’s just as willing as I am, makes this even harder.
I need to get away from her for a moment. I need to clear my head. Having her right here is too tempting.
I pull my silk sheets over her torso and step away from the bed. I quietly walk out of the room and through my house.
I find myself in the living room, planting myself on the couch in front of the fireplace, sipping Maker’s Mark and staring into the flames. Normally, I wouldn’t be drinking so late, especially alone.
However, tonight is a special occasion. I’m stressed enough between what’s going on in my head and my pants that I literally can’t decide what I’m supposed to do here.
I’ve never had such a raw attraction to another person. It so happens that the woman who was on my cock, working it like it was made for her, turned out to be my new step-niece.
Fuck.
The worst part is that I could get past all of it if Carl wasn’t my brother. If he and I had any relationship other than what we have, Mira would be under me right now, screaming my name and begging to come all over my thick cock.
But he’s so ready to turn her into a scandal to make me look bad, even willing to sabotage the thousands of dollars he’s invested in her, just for a chance to shoot me in the foot.
Am I going to have to leave the fucking country to get away from these feelings?