Clara was naked, laying on Adrian’s chest, embraced by his big, strong arms. The warmth and steady rhythm of his heartbeat made her feel safe. She glanced at her phone, which lit up with a slew of messages and missed calls from her father. Her heart sank a little; he was worried because she had not returned home today.
She sighed and locked her phone, placing it on the nightstand. “My dad is freaking out,” she murmured, nestling closer to Adrian. “He’s been calling non-stop.”
Adrian tightened his embrace, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her back. “Do you want to call him back?” he asked softly, his voice a comforting rumble.
Clara shook her head. “No, not right now. I need a break from him. When I come back home he will be pissed anyway.”
Adrian chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Pissed he will be if he finds out what I did today.”
Clara laughed, her anxiety melting away for a moment. “Oh, he would lose his mind,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Adrian gently lifted Clara’s chin, meeting her eyes. “You should go home,” he said softly.
Clara frowned, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “Can’t I stay the night?”
Adrian sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Your father is probably one step away from going to the police and reporting your disappearance.”
Clara bit her lip, considering his words. “I’ll text him to calm him down, don’t worry,” she said finally, reaching for her phone.
Adrian nodded. “Okay then, you can stay.”
Clara smiled, relief washing over her as she sent a quick message to her father. Then she snuggled back into Adrian’s chest, feeling his arms wrap around her securely.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the day slipping away. Finally, Clara broke the silence. “I’m glad it was with you,” she whispered. She raised her body to look at Adrian, her eyes searching his. “It was so much better that it was with you instead of… I don’t know, Marcus Hartman or anyone else,” she said earnestly.
Adrian's expression turned serious. “Don’t you think it was wrong? What we’ve done?” he asked, some sort of challenging tone lacing his voice. “You’re my niece, Clara. I’m much older than you. It’s wrong, isn’t it?”
Clara chuckled softly, shaking her head. “I don’t care if it’s wrong. I’m tired of doing what’s right,” she confessed. “I tried to walk the line my entire life, and in the end, it got me nowhere. All I got was a neglecting father and an arranged marriage to some rich asshole I don’t even know.”
Adrian looked at Clara thoughtfully. "Don’t be so hasty. You might end up liking the rich asshole," he teased.
Clara laughed out loud. She sat up and moved her body to sit on his lap, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "You're the only rich asshole I like," she said temptingly.
Adrian laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he grabbed and squeezed her ass while staring at her bare breasts. He leaned in and kissed her lips, pulling her even closer.
Their caresses became more intense, each touch infused with a growing hunger and desire that had been simmering between them. Adrian's hands traced the curves of Clara's body with purpose, while Clara's fingers tangled in Adrian's hair as she grinded on his body. He lowered his head to suck on her tits and she moaned in pleasure as his tongue worked on her nipples.
Clara was still a little sore from losing her virginity, feeling Adrian’s cock getting hard again between her legs made her shiver, but the desire was too strong to deny him. Adrian got up from the bed with Clara in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Clara laughed nervously at his sudden move, clinging tightly to his broad shoulders. "Where are you taking me?" she asked.
Adrian smiled down at her. "You'll see," he replied.
He carried her into his bathroom suite, an enormous and luxurious space. The bathroom featured a grand shower and an entire sauna adjacent to it. Adrian had already turned on the steam from his phone, filling the room with a warm, inviting mist. He placed Clara gently on a wooden bench, the heat from the steam beginning to envelop them both.
Adrian got down on his knees and left a trail of kisses around her inner thighs, before his mouth reached her pussy and he began to eat her out. He was addicted to her taste, to the softness of her delicate folds. He knew she was too much of a good girl to know real pleasure, so giving it to her like this made him feel like a god. Even the way she moaned was a little shy and concealed, like she was ashamed of feeling pleasure but couldn’t resist it—and it was probably true. He had to show her that her shame wouldn’t spare her.
Standing on his feet with his cock in hand, Adrian leaned down as if he was going to kiss her, but instead he picked her up and put her on fours on the bench. He penetrated her at once, fast and hard, no hesitation. Her pussy was deliciously wet, still swollen from the pounding he gave her for her first time. Clara gasped, from pleasure and pain, and he began to move his hips.
Adrian pulled Clara’s hair, fucking her from behind, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Clara's breath hitched, and she stuttered, "Y-Yes," in between soft moans, her body responding to the pounding.
Adrian leaned in closer, his voice taking on a malicious edge. "You shouldn't like this, Clara. It's wrong. Do you like being fucked from behind by your uncle? Like a little whore? I thought you were a good girl…"
Clara, barely able to catch her breath, looked up at him with a mix of defiance and desire. "I know it’s wrong," she admitted, her voice trembling. "And you’re the one fucking your teenage niece from behind, uncle Adrian."