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Damien’s eyes roamed over her hungrily, “Lily, what are you—“

“Please.” She begged, rubbing her thighs together.

Damien’s breath left him in a rough exhale. “Lily—Christ. I can’t. Lucien is my best friend. You’re his daughter. This is—”

“I’ve wanted you since I was sixteen,” she cut in, sliding two fingers between her legs. She rubbed slow circles over her clit, hips rocking. “You were my first crush. I’ve touched myself thinking about you for years. Every time you came over. Every time you looked at me like that. I’ve been so wet for you all night I can barely stand it. Please… I need you.”

Her fingers glistened when she lifted them. She spread her folds for him, showing him how pink and slick she was.

“Look at me,” she breathed. “I’m soaking. For you.”

Damien crossed the room in a few strides. He caught her wrist bringing those wet fingers to his mouth, and sucking them clean. The taste of her made his cock jerk hard enough it hurt.

“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against her knuckles. “I’ve spent the last year telling myself this was wrong. Reprimanding myself every time I got hard thinking about bending you over and burying my cock in this tight little cunt. But fuck, Lily… it feels right.”

He dropped to his knees.

He shoved her thighs apart and buried his face between them. His tongue dragged from her entrance up to her clit in one long, greedy lick.

Lily gasped, hands flying to his hair. “Oh god… Uncle Damien—”

He pulled back just enough to speak, voice thick. “Keep saying my name when I’m eating this pretty pussy.”

“Uncle Damien—” she moaned as he sucked her swollen clit between his lips.

He speared his tongue inside her, fucking her with it while two thick fingers pushed into her tight, fluttering cunt. She was so wet the sounds were filthy, obscene.

“Listen to that,” he muttered against her, fingers curling. “So fucking wet for me already. Has this greedy cunt been aching all night?”

“Yes—yes, I’ve been dripping,” she panted, hips rocking against his face. “Every time you looked at me I got wetter. I almost came just from your eyes on me.”

He growled in approval and sucked harder, working that spot inside her that made her thighs shake.

“Uncle Damien… fuck… your tongue… I’m gonna—”

“Come on my tongue,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let me taste it.”

She came hard, crying out, cunt pulsing around his fingers. He kept licking her through it, slow and filthy, until she was trembling.

He stood and spun her, then bent her over the vanity. He yanked his tie free, folded it once, and slipped it between her teeth.

“Open,” he said. She did. He tied it behind her head so she could still breathe but the sounds she made were muffled. “Good girl. Don’t want the whole party hearing how wet my best friend’s daughter is for me.”

Then he freed his cock.

It was thick and flushed dark, the head already leaking. He rubbed it up and down her soaked slit, coating himself.

“Feel that?” he asked, voice low. “How hard you made me? I’ve been like this since the second you walked in wearing that dress.”

She whimpered around the tie, pushing her hips back.

He pushed in.

Even with how wet she was, the stretch was brutal. She was impossibly tight. He groaned, low and guttural, as her cunt clenched around the head, then the shaft, taking him inch by inch until his hips were flush against her ass.

“Fuck, Lily… so tight—” He stilled for a second, breathing hard. “You feel like heaven. Tell me if it’s too much.”

She shook her head frantically, moaning around the silk, rocking back against him.

That was all the permission he needed.