Michael stared at his niecе Jane’s sleeping form, his cock already hard and straining against his jeans. She was sprawled on her stomach, face buried in the pillow, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black sleep shorts. The fabric clung to her ass, the curves so perfect it made his mouth water. Her long, dark hair fanned out across the sheets. She was twenty, a fucking knockout, and for months he’d been watching her, wanting her, his own fucking niecе. The taboo of it just made his dick harder.

He didn’t waste time. He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down along with his boxers, his cock springing out, already leaking pre-cum. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He pressed his naked body against hers from behind, skin to skin. He could feel the heat of her through the thin cotton of her top. He wrapped an arm around her waist, his hand sliding up to cup her tit. It fit perfectly in his palm, soft and heavy. He squeezed it, his thumb finding her nipple through the fabric. It was hard.

“Mmm...” Jane sighed in her sleep, a soft, breathy sound. She shifted, pushing her ass back against his groin, grinding against his dick.

Michael groaned. He tugged the neck of her tank top down, pulling it until her tit spilled out. Her nipple was a dark pink, stiff and begging for his mouth. He didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and took it between his lips, sucking hard.

“Ahh...” she whimpered, her back arching. “Feels... feels so good...”

He knew she was awake. Or half-awake. Playing along. But he didn’t give a fuck. He sucked on her tit, his tongue flicking her nipple, while his other hand slid down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts. He cupped her pussy over her panties. She was soaked. The thin cotton was drenched.

“Fuck, ” he growled against her breast. “You’re fucking dripping.”

“For you, ” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and lust. She spread her legs wider on the bed, an open invitation.

Michael shoved her panties to the side and shoved two fingers inside her cunt. She was hot and tight, her walls clenching around his fingers immediately. “Jesus, Jane. So fucking tight.”

“Mmm, fuck me, ” she moaned, pushing her hips back onto his hand. “Use your fingers. Make me cum.”

He curled his fingers, finding that spongy spot inside her. She gasped, her whole body jerking. He rubbed it relentlessly, his other hand still working her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple. He fucked her with his fingers, fast and hard, the wet, squelching sounds loud in the quiet room. He could feel her getting closer, her pussy fluttering around his digits.

“You gonna cum, baby girl?” he snarled in her ear. “You gonna cream all over your uncle’s hand?”

“Yes! Yes, uncle, please!” she begged, her voice rising. She was fucking herself on his hand now, shameless, her ass grinding against his throbbing cock.

He added a third finger, stretching her. She cried out, but it was a sound of pure pleasure. “Take it, you little slut. Take all my fingers.”

“I’m... I’m gonna cum!” she shrieked, her body going rigid.

“Do it, ” he commanded. “Cum for me. Let me feel it.”

Her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her back arched off the bed, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as her pussy convulsed wildly around his fingers, gushing wetness. Michael kept fucking her through it, milking every last spasm until she collapsed, boneless and panting.

He pulled his fingers out, shiny with her juices, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, groaning at her taste. “Fucking perfect, ” he muttered. He rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted. He yanked her shorts and panties down her legs and threw them across the room. Her pussy was on full display, glistening, swollen, her inner lips puffy and dark. He grabbed her thighs, pushing them up and back, spreading her wide.

“Look at this pretty cunt, ” he said, his voice rough. “All mine.”

“Yours, uncle, ” she breathed, looking up at him with pure hunger. “Please. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me.”

He didn’t make her wait. He positioned the head of his dick at her entrance, rubbing it through her slick folds. She whined, bucking her hips. With a grunt, he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

The scream she let out was half-pain, half-ecstasy. She was so fucking tight, a virgin heat squeezing his cock like a vise. “Fuck! Yes! Take it!” he roared, pulling back and slamming in again.

“Oh god! Unclе! It’s so big!” she cried, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“You love it, ” he grunted, setting a punishing rhythm. “You love your uncle’s big cock tearing your little pussy open.”

“I do! I love it!” she wailed, wrapping her legs around his waist, forcing him even deeper. The bed rocked and banged against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin, of his balls slapping her ass, of her wet cunt getting fucked hard and fast, filled the room.

He fucked her like he owned her. Because he did. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and pounded into her. He leaned down to capture her mouth in a sloppy, biting kiss, swallowing her moans.

“Gonna fill this cunt, ” he panted against her lips. “Gonna pump you so full of cum it leaks out for days.”

“Do it! Breed me, uncle! Knock me up!” she screamed, her head thrashing on the pillow. She was close again, he could feel it in the way her walls were fluttering, in the desperate way she was meeting his thrusts.

He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed it hard, in fast circles. “Cum, you little bitсh. Cum on my cock.”

That sent her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back and she came with a guttural cry, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses, milking his dick. The sensation was too much. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go and erupted. Hot ropes of cum shot into her, painting her insides. He groaned, his body shuddering as he emptied himself completely into his niecе’s womb.

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