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“Uncle Cam.”
“Huh?”
“It’s ‘How are you so fucking good at this, Uncle Cam?’ Remember?”
He circles my entrance, and I press my knees into the sides of the tub. I’m practically salivating for him. “How about, fuck me, Uncle Cam?”
“My pleasure.”
Despite his words, he doesn’t give me what I ask for right away. Instead, he lowers on top of me, his hands searching out my breasts, playing with my sensitive nipples. “I thought you’d ran away from me again. That you planned to hide out in your room all night.” He takes a mouthful of my breast, closing his eyes as he suctions onto it, teasing my peak with the tip of his tongue. He releases it, and my body immediately arches into him, searching out his mouth once more. “I was going to punish you.”
“How so?” I ask, watching the way his dark stare eats me up. His stubble glides across my wet skin, the friction like sandpaper but oh so delicious.
He licks his lips. “It’s more like punishing me,” he says, voice breathy. He cups my breast, giving it a squeeze before trailing his fingers down my body to play with my folds. “Forbidden fruit.”
“Is that why you want to fuck me, Uncle Cam? Because you shouldn’t?”
He pivots against me, that glorious cock of his sliding up my belly again. “Because I hate myself,” he grinds out. “And you should too. I’m double your age.”
“What happened to the guy who said it was all about experience?”
“That guy thought he was talking to a no-named stranger.”
He inserts one finger, working it into me in a slow, lip-biting rhythm.
“But you’re not a stranger. You’re June’s granddaughter.” He locks gazes with me. “So why do I want to fuck you so good right now?” He takes his finger out only to insert one more, circling and penetrating at the same time. “Why do I want you to call me Uncle Cam as you take my dick?”
I reach up, playing with my nipples as he finger fucks me. All this forbidden talk has me on edge. It’s like an ignition to a spark. It’s so, so wrong. But if it’s so wrong, why does it feel so fucking good?
“We can go to therapy to talk about it, but later,” I tell him. “Now, it’s time to come up with fodder for us to talk about.”
Reaching down, I cup his cock. I stroke it, feeling every ridge in my left palm. I’ve left my feminism at the door again, but I’m fine with that. I’ll pick it back up when I leave this house. When I go back to school to all the hard work and the never-ending classes.
I angle toward him. A brief thought flits through my mind,Am I really going to fuck this man?
Yes, I am. Willingly. A fun romp. A secret only for us to know.
I pull his fingers out of me, but instead of feeling the head of his cock next, he flips me over. My knees hit the tub, water splashing all around as he lifts my hips, his cock sliding against me from behind. I grasp the side of the tub, looking up to find my own reflection in a mirror on the opposite wall.
Reaching around, he rubs my clit, and I can’t help but ask, “What is this? Your porn studio?”
He actually grins. “The honeymoon suite.”
Whatever snarky reply that popped into my head is immediately silenced when he grips my hips, pushing into me. My knuckles turn white as he goes all the way in, not holding anything back. My mouth falls open, and I catch his reaction in the mirror, too. Complete and utter pleasure. “Fuck. You’re so tight.” He moves just his hips, grinding into me in big circles. “I’ve been thinking about this pussy since McCallister’s.”
Length and girth must come with age too because fuck. He’s almost more than I can take.
The fact that I was so cold just a few minutes ago feels like a distant memory because I’m firing on all cylinders now.
“Do other guys do you like this?” he pries, starting a slow, steady rhythm.
I shake my head. Not that he needs his ego-stroked, but no, I’ve never been fucked like this. He narrows his gaze, then tugs my hair with a pointed look. “No, Uncle Cam,” I stutter out.
He pulls back on my hair and keeps going so that I stand on my knees. He keeps grinding into me, his free hand moving up my body, putting me into perfect position before covering my breasts with his rough palm. “Look at me fuck you. You’re so beautiful like this. Taking my bare cock.”
Jesus hell. I hadn’t even… Thankfully, I’m on birth control because the thought hadn’t even entered my mind. I’m usually the thinking type. The one to analyze everything, but he rips that from me whenever he’s near.
“Eyes up,” he demands, putting pressure on my scalp until I lock gazes with him again. He’s stroking my nipple in time with his movements. Water sloshes around us but that’s only secondary because I’m hyper fixated on him. On every ridge stroking in and out of my pussy.
