I pushed forward, sliding into her tight, soaking heat in one long, smooth thrust.

Mira’s head fell back against the pillow with a broken moan that went straight to my balls. "Yes, ahn~ fuck, Lukas, just like that. Hmm~"

She was velvet around me, gripping every inch as I bottomed out. For a second I just stayed there, buried to the hilt, savoring the way her walls fluttered and clenched.

Then I started moving.

Slow at first, deep rolls of my hips that dragged against that spot inside her and made her nails dig into my shoulders. Her legs locked around my waist, stockings rasping against my skin, and every thrust pushed a fresh gasp out of her throat.

"Ahn~ yes fuck~ "

The blouse was long gone, skirt and panties somewhere on the floor, but those thigh-highs stayed on like they were painted there. Perfect.

"Harder," she demanded, voice already fraying. "Don’t hold back, baby. I want all of you."

I gave it to her. The bed started creaking rhythmically as I fucked her properly, deep and relentless. Mira’s perfect tits bounced with every impact.

I leaned down and caught one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while I drove into her, and she came apart with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around my cock like a vice.

"Fuck yeah~ ahnn~~"

First orgasm, and we’d barely started.

I didn’t stop. I rode her through it, grinding deep until she was shaking. When her eyes opened again they were glassy, wild.

"More," she breathed. "Don’t you dare stop."

I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. She pushed back eagerly, ass raised, back arched beautifully.

"God!!!"

I slammed back in from behind and the new angle pulled a guttural sound from her I’d never heard before. My hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks as I pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

"Yes~ yes~ right there~ fuck, Lukas!" She was losing herself already, pushing back to meet every thrust, hair messy across her back. I reached around and rubbed her clit and she shattered again, screaming into the mattress, thighs quivering violently.

I gave her maybe thirty seconds before I pulled out, cock glistening with her cream, and dragged her off the bed. Her legs were shaky but she grinned at me, feral and delighted.

"Living room," I said.

We barely made it down the stairs. Halfway there I pressed her against the wall on the landing, lifting one of her legs and sliding back inside her in one smooth stroke.

Mira’s back hit the wall with a thud and she moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear if they were listening. I fucked her like that—hard, urgent, her breasts pressed against my chest—until her second orgasm (or was it third?) ripped through her and she bit my shoulder to muffle the cry.

Downstairs, I bent her over the back of the couch where we’d had coffee what felt like years ago. The same couch where she’d first climbed into my lap. I drove into her from behind again, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass lightly. Mira pushed back greedily, completely lost in it now.

"Deeper~ god, you’re so fucking big~ fill me up, sweetheart, oh yes!"

Her voice cracked on the last word as she came again, soaking my balls, legs buckling. I had to hold her up.

We didn’t stop. I carried her to the kitchen island, set her on the cool marble, and spread her thighs wide. The sight of her like that—flushed, dripping, stockings torn at one knee now, looking at me like I was the only thing in her universe—nearly made me come on the spot.

I buried my face between her legs first, licking and sucking her oversensitive clit until she was grinding against my tongue and begging incoherently. Then I stood up and thrust back inside her, fucking her right there on the counter while dishes rattled in the cabinets.

Mira was gone. The composed, always-in-control woman who ran half the city’s underworld had dissolved into a needy, moaning mess. Sweat slicked her skin. Her tits bounced beautifully with every brutal thrust. She clawed at my back, my shoulders, my hair—whatever she could reach.

"Lukas~ Lukas I’m~ again~ fuck I can’t stop coming—"

She squirted this time, a hot rush over my cock that dripped down onto the marble. The sight and feel of it snapped something in me.

I growled, picked her up again, and carried her to the big armchair in the living room. I sat down and pulled her on top, impaling her in one go.

Mira took over immediately, riding me like she was possessed—hips rolling and slamming down, tits in my face. I sucked and bit at them while she used me, her moans turning into desperate sobs of pleasure.

"Yes~ baby~ your cock is perfect~ stretching me so good~ mine, you’re fucking mine~"

I gripped her ass and thrust up to meet her, driving deeper. She came so hard her whole body locked up, walls milking me rhythmically. I held on through it, barely.

Not yet.

I stood up with her still impaled on me and walked us back toward the stairs, bouncing her on my cock with every step. Mira buried her face in my neck, whimpering, overstimulated and still greedy.

"Bedroom," she gasped. "Finish inside me. Please."

We made it. Barely.

I laid her on the bed again and climbed on top, hooking her legs over my shoulders. The new depth made her eyes roll back. I fucked her with everything I had—long, powerful strokes that punched the air out of her lungs.

The bed slammed against the wall. Mira was a wreck beneath me: hair wild, lipstick long gone, mascara smudged, mouth open in constant pleasure.

"Come inside me," she begged, voice hoarse. "Fill your aunt up, Lukas. Give it to me~ every drop~ please baby I need it~ "

That did it.

I buried myself as deep as I could and came with a guttural groan, pulsing hard, flooding her in thick, endless ropes. Mira came one final time with me, her pussy spasming wildly, milking every last drop like she never wanted it to end. Her legs shook uncontrollably around me.

We stayed locked together for a long minute, panting, trembling. I collapsed half on top of her, careful not to crush her, and she immediately wrapped her arms around me like she was afraid I’d disappear.

"Jesus Christ," I rasped against her neck.

Mira laughed breathlessly, the sound shaky and utterly satisfied. "That... was worth waiting years for." Her fingers stroked through my hair, tender now. "I lost count after the fifth one. You ruined me, sweetheart."

I kissed her slowly, deep and lazy, tasting the salt on her skin. "Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you today."

She hummed, pleased, and squeezed around my softening cock still inside her. "Mm. Give me ten minutes and a glass of water, then we’re doing this in the shower. I want you to fuck me against the tiles until I can’t walk straight."

I groaned at the image. "You’re going to kill me, Aunt."

"Worth it." She tilted her head and kissed me again, soft and sweet this time, even as her hips gave a lazy little roll. "I’m keeping you right here. All day. Maybe all week."

We stayed tangled like that, catching our breath, her perfect body warm and soft under mine. The house smelled like sex and her perfume. Every room downstairs carried the memory of her moans now.

And we still had the shower, the guest room, and probably the balcony if I played my cards right.

I smiled against her skin.

Best decision I’d ever made.