Dirty Uncle - Page 15

“B-bus…” she stammers, her cheeks pink. “And then a bike.”

“A bike,” I bite out. “How many times did you fall, girl?”

“Several,” she whispers. “Can we talk about something else?”

“You could have hit your head. You could have been seriously hurt.”

“But I didn’t. So we should…celebrate?” She gives me a trembling smile. “I made dinner. It was just supposed to be for us, but there’s enough for your friends.”

“You thought I was coming alone?”

Her nod is vigorous. “Yes.”

“That’s why you’re half goddamn naked?”

“Yes.”

My anger cools, which is very bad, because it makes way for the need. And the need is savage, liquid fire pooling in my balls. Hard isn’t even an adequate word to describe my cock. It’s a sweating, pulsing length of meat and it’s trying to tear through my pants to get at her virginity. She’s come here to offer it. It’s mine for the taking. There’s nothing to do but take, is there? No choice but to give her this liquid fire and let it take root where it should never, ever go. Where it’s forbidden.

I think of her glowing on stage, though. I see her poor scraped-up knees and I hesitate. Lord, she’s the sweetest thing on this planet. I’m not good enough for this gift. I’m not worthy. My brother knows it. My father knew it. Clara will know someday soon. I’m a man who battles the sea and comes home with torn-up hands and dirty jokes. Keeping her innocent is the one thing I can give her. Not taking this one thing might keep my guilt and self-disgust from sucking me under.

“Uncle Rex…” Clara whispers, going up on her toes and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I hurt.”

My body moves on instinct, molding her between me and the island. “Poor girl. Your legs?” I breathe in the scent of her hair. “I’ll make it all better.”

“Not my legs,” she says, playing with the ends of my hair. “Down there, I hurt. It got worse and worse the longer I waited for you.”

A groan forces its way out of my chest. “We talking about that little cunt of yours, Clara?” My callused palms scrape down the bare slopes of her sides, resting on her hips. Squeezing them. “Did you bring me a horny pussy, hoping I would forget I’m your uncle again and play with it?”

She makes a sobbing noise. “Uh huh.”

There isn’t a man alive who could withstand this temptation. And I have the new, added certainty that Clara needs a Daddy. And I want like hell to be him. I want to play games only we know and understand. Once I open that door—once I’ve taken ownership—I’ll never be able to close it, though.

That door creaks open when she reaches behind her neck and unties the apron, letting the neckline sag lower and lower until her prize tits are showing, all pink and puckered in the soft kitchen light. “Will you kiss them, Uncle Rex?” Her hips inch forward and I hear the movement of fabric as she unties the bottom part of the apron, letting it fall. Leaving her in nothing but some bullshit panties. “Will you kiss them while you’re inside of me?”

Sweat rolls down my back and my hands begin to shake. I can’t do this. I can’t fuck this beautiful doll and call her mine. We’re related by marriage. It’s wrong. So wrong. “How’s about I lick your pussy, girl? Been dying to get at it.” I grab her around the waist and drop her onto the counter, groaning like a slavering beast when the thong tugs to the side, giving me a glimpse of tight, teenage cunt. “Yeah. My tongue will keep you a virgin, won’t it? Just can’t shove it in too deep.”

Her puckered tits are shaking with excitement, but her face moves into a pout. “No. I want you inside me.”

“Clara, it ain’t happening.” I frame her jaw tightly in one hand. “But I’ve taken your ass and gotten sucked off. Need to give you something back now.” With a grunt, I let go of her jaw and shove her thighs apart. “Need to make you come worse than I need to come—and that’s saying something since I’m worked up as fuck.”

“No.” She squeezes her thighs back together, that little chin lifting. “I won’t let you make me come. Not unless you’re inside me.”

Something dangerous curls in my belly at being denied the right to give her pleasure. Shit, I’m all but drooling to get a taste of her fresh, young pussy. If I don’t hear her moan and know it’s my doing, I’m going to lose my mind. That creeping insanity is what makes my voice emerge dark. Scary. “You wouldn’t be playing games with me, now, would you, niece?”

“It’s not a game!” she shouts.

Faster than lightning, Clara slides off the counter and tries to get past me, but I catch her around the waist. And that’s when the struggling starts. Not to mention the conflict inside me. My mind is telling me to free her from my unbreakable hold before she goes and injures herself. But my body is telling me this is natural for us. She’s throwing a hissy fit and pleasure is the only way to appease her. My dick wouldn’t be thick as a rolling pin unless this was right. Hell, maybe Clara doesn’t even know why she’s fighting me, but I do. She’s not getting her way and on top of that, she’s horny. Daddy has to fix it.

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