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Lily climbed into his lap and straddled him, then reached between them to line him up. The head of his cock kissed her entrance.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he rasped, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

She sank down.

The stretch was immediate, brutal, perfect. She took him in one slow, continuous slide until her ass met his thighs and she was full to the point of aching. Both of them groaned.

“Lily—”

She started riding him. Slow at first, rolling her hips, then harder, using the buoyancy of the water to lift and drop, taking him deep on every downward stroke. Her tits bounced in his face. He leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing, while his hands guided her rhythm.

“Look at you,” he muttered against her skin. “Fucking yourself on my cock like you were made for it. This tight little cunt belongs to me. Say it.”

“It belongs to you,” she gasped, bouncing harder. “Only you… fuck… Uncle Damien—”

He thrust up to meet her, the water sloshing over the edges. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the night air. Lily’s second orgasm hit her like a wave; she cried out and clenched around him so hard he followed with a harsh groan, flooding her again, grinding deep while he came.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, until the water started to cool.

Eventually Damien stood, lifting her with him like she weighed nothing. Water streamed off their bodies. He carried her inside, dripping across the hardwood, and set her on the kitchen island.

“Stay,” he ordered.

He found towels and dried them both, then opened the fridge. There was some leftovers. He heated enough for both of them while Lily watched, still naked, legs dangling off the counter.

When the food was ready he didn’t let her eat immediately.

“Dessert first.”

He pushed her flat on her back across the cool marble spreading her thighs wide, and buried his face between them. His tongue dragged through the mess of both their releases, licking her clean, then fucking into her in long, filthy strokes while she arched and moaned his name. He didn’t stop until she came on his tongue a third time, thighs shaking around his head.

Only then did he let her sit up. They ate standing in the kitchen.

When the plates were empty Damien scooped her up again and carried her upstairs to the big master suite that was his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and followed her down, already hard again.

This time he fucked her slow and deep, face to face, one of her legs hooked over his shoulder so he could watch every inch of his cock disappear into her. He talked the whole time, voice filthy against her mouth.

“Gonna keep you full of me all night. Every time you move tomorrow you’re gonna feel how hard I fucked this pussy. You’re mine, Lily. Not his. Mine.”

She came again with his name broken on her lips. He followed, grinding deep and staying buried while he pulsed inside her.

Afterward he pulled her back against his chest, spooning her. One heavy arm draped over her waist. His hand cupped her soft breast, thumb resting against the nipple. The other hand slid between her legs and cupped her cunt, fingers lazy and possessive over the swollen, cum slick folds.

Lily drifted off to the feeling of his breath against the back of her neck and the possessive weight of his hands on her body.

They stayed like that until morning.