Chapter 42: Risky Sex (R18)
I gave her those ten minutes and a tall glass of cold water, but the second she set it down I was on her again.
She was soone who I’ve always looked upto and she always held higher authority among us. But seeing her in this state, sothing shook in , as the urge to dominate her rushed through fibre of my being.
This ti I didn’t ask. I simply grabbed her wrist, pulled her off the bed, and marched her naked across the room except for the ruined thigh-highs still clinging to her legs. Mira’s breath hitched when I stopped in front of the tall floor-length mirror near the closet.
"Hands on the glass," I ordered, voice low.
She obeyed instantly, palms flattening against the cool surface. I kicked her feet apart until she was nicely spread, back arched, ass pushed out toward . The sight of her like that—flushed, marked by my hands and mouth, pussy still glistening from our last round—made my cock throb painfully.
"Good girl," I murmured, stepping in close behind her.
One hand wrapped around her throat from behind, not squeezing hard, just enough to remind her who was in control. The other slid down to cup her soaked cunt, two fingers pushing inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back onto my hand.
"You’re going to watch," I told her, eting her eyes in the reflection. "Watch exactly what I do to you."
I lined up and thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke. Mira’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, forehead nearly touching the mirror.
I didn’t give her ti to adjust. I fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, my hand still collared around her throat, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
"Look at yourself," I growled against her ear. "Look how well your nephew’s cock stretches that pretty pussy."
The word hit her like electricity. She whimpered, eyes fluttering, but she kept them open, staring at our reflection as I railed her. Every thrust made her perfect tits bounce. Her face was a gorgeous wreck—lips parted, eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure.
I spanked her ass sharply, the crack echoing. She clenched hard around .
"Again," she gasped.
I gave it to her, alternating sides, turning her ass a lovely shade of pink while I kept pounding into her. The dominant rush was addictive. Knowing I had this powerful woman bent over and taking everything I gave her made sothing primal uncoil in my chest.
I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her. Her back hit the mirror with a thud as I sank back inside her, fucking her upright, her legs locked around my waist. The new angle let
grind right against her g-spot with every thrust. Mira’s arms wrapped around my neck, nails raking my shoulders.
"You’re mine now," I told her between thrusts. "This body. This pussy. Every moan. Say it."
"I’m yours~ fuck~ Lukas, I’m yours, baby—"
Her third orgasm of the round hit her so hard her legs shook violently. I didn’t slow down. I carried her to the bed, tossed her down on her back, and climbed over her. Grabbing both her wrists, I pinned them above her head with one hand while I drove back into her soaked heat.
The power play had her completely lost. She was babbling, half-words and pleas, hips desperately eting every thrust. I leaned down and bit her neck, sucking a fresh mark while my free hand pinched and rolled her nipple.
Then her phone rang.
It was sitting on the nightstand, screen lighting up with the na "Elena" — my mother.
Mira’s eyes flew open, wide with sudden panic. Her body, however, betrayed her; her pussy fluttered hard around my cock.
"Don’t you dare stop moving," I warned, still pinning her wrists. I kept thrusting, slower now but deep and deliberate. "Answer it."
"Lukas—" Her voice cracked with fear and sothing darker, hotter. Guilt. The kind that ca from talking to her best friend while her son was balls-deep inside her.
I thrust harder, grinding against her clit. "Answer. Now."
She reached for the phone with a trembling hand. I didn’t stop. I kept fucking her in steady, filthy strokes while she swiped to accept the call and brought it to her ear.
"H-hey, Elena," Mira managed, voice mostly steady but breathy.
I smirked and angled my hips to hit that perfect spot inside her. Her free hand flew to her mouth, biting down on her knuckle to stifle a moan.
"Yeah, I’m... I’m at ho," Mira continued. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and desperate. The guilt was written all over her face, but so was the filthy thrill. Being forced to talk to her best friend while her "nephew" fucked her senseless was pushing every button she had.
I leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, thrusting deep at the sa ti. Mira’s back arched clean off the bed.
"Mm-hm. No, everything’s fine," she said, voice tightening. "Just... just did so exercise. Cardio. Yeah."
I chuckled quietly against her breast and picked up the pace, fucking her harder. The wet sounds of her pussy were barely masked by the phone.
Mira’s legs wrapped tighter around , heels digging into my back like she couldn’t decide whether to push
away or pull
deeper.
My mother’s voice was faintly audible through the speaker, chatting casually about so family thing. I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen the woman in years and had zero interest in catching up.
Instead I focused on Mira, on the way her walls were fluttering wildly around , on how soaked she was getting from the sheer taboo of it.
"Yes, he’s... he’s here actually," Mira said, eyes rolling back as I ground deep. "Lukas? He’s... ah... helping
with sothing."
I released her wrists, grabbed her hips with both hands, and started fucking her with long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak. Mira’s hand pressed harder over her mouth.
"No, he’s good," she gasped out. "Really good. So... so good, Elena. You have no idea."
The double aning made
grin. I reached between us and rubbed her clit in tight circles while keeping up the brutal rhythm. Mira’s thighs started trembling violently.
She was close. Dangerously close.
I leaned in and whispered right against her ear, loud enough for her to hear but not the phone, "Don’t you dare hang up until you co on my cock."
Mira’s eyes widened in panic and raw lust. The guilt was eating her alive, I could see it but it was also making her drip down my balls.
"Yeah... he’s taking really good care of ," she told my mother, voice strained and husky now. "I think... I think he’s going to make — make
finish what I started earlier."
I slamd into her harder, thumb working her clit relentlessly. Mira’s free hand clawed at my back, nails breaking skin.
"Elena, I—I have to go soon," she panted. "Sothing’s... coming up. Yes. Right now. Okay~ talk later~ bye—"
She barely managed to end the call before I drove in deep and sent her crashing over the edge. Mira ca with a strangled scream she tried desperately to muffle, pussy gushing around my cock, whole body seizing in violent waves of pleasure. The guilt, the fear, and the overwhelming ecstasy mixed into sothing devastating.
I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, until I buried myself to the hilt and ca hard, flooding her with thick, hot spurts while she whimpered and shook beneath .
We collapsed together, panting, sweat-slick. I stayed inside her, slowly grinding through the aftershocks.
Mira stared at the ceiling, phone still loosely in her hand, face flushed with sha and satisfaction.
"I just ca on your cock while talking to your mother," she whispered, voice hoarse.
I kissed her neck, possessive and slow. "And you loved every second of it."
She didn’t deny it. Instead she turned her face into my shoulder, a broken little laugh escaping her.
"You’re going to ruin , Lukas."
"Already have," I murmured, giving one last deep thrust that made her whimper. "And I’m nowhere near finished."
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