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I expected him to laugh and ignore me, but he leaned down and kissed me again. “Depends, little cousin. No pushing, no shoving. Promise?”

“Promise,” I murmured.

He released my wrists and eased my arms into the warm water. As I groaned softly, rubbing my tingling muscles, his thumb pressed my clit. A hand closed over my breast, caressing the soft swell.

“Will,” I whimpered, as he teased the hard nub. Excitement lanced through my body, almost overwhelming me. My pussy quivered, clamping down on his fingers. “Too much…”

“Uh,” he grunted. His handsome face was beginning to contort with lust. “Uh-huh. Sweet little virgin. Mmmm. Such a tiny little pussy. It feels good too, right?”

It did feel good. Much too good.

“Please.” I clutched his muscled arms.

“On my lap, baby.”

Fingers slid out of me. His commands lit up that secret place deep inside me that had thought about him for so long. They made me want to obey. But I couldn’t do that. Not for my cousin. Not for someone who only cared about himself.

I struggled in the warm water, but he lifted me easily onto his lap, holding my back tightly against his wet chest. One arm circled my slim body. My nipple hardened under insistent pinches. Will’s fingers were back between my legs, stretching and stroking the slick folds. His thumb rubbed my clit again, pushing me toward a precipice of painful pleasure.

But now I could feel his bare cock against my back, trapped between us, hot and smooth and hard. It had looked so beautiful when he stripped. My mouth watered despite itself. Hunger was building and building inside me. I squeezed his arms again, wrapped around my waist. My head arched back.

“Will, oh God, Will…” I sobbed.

“Slut,” he breathed. “You’re going to come, aren’t you.”

“No,” I whispered, wriggling on his lap. He rubbed my clit harder, relentlessly, his large hand swallowing my tender breast.

“Yes. You’re going to come so hard for me, little cousin. With me inside you, filling you.”

I turned to look at him pleadingly. “Will, please, let up just a little…you don’t have to stop, just let up a little…”

He grunted with pleasure, moving his fingers firmly in and out of my aching pussy. Lips met mine from behind, hot and wet with an eager tongue. My thighs began to shake.

“Will!” I screamed. Heat flooded my body. My tight opening quivered and spasmed around my cousin’s fingers. Waves of pleasure washed over me again and again.

“Oh God…” I sobbed. “Oh… Enough…”

Will grunted again. His firm thumb on my clit found just the right spot. As I shuddered with need, he pushed against the tender bud and rubbed harder. Another, deeper orgasm rocked me from bottom to top. The steamy bathroom blurred in front of me.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You are, Andie. You’re coming so hard for me.” I twitched and moaned at his insistent touch, panting for breath. Finally, he pulled his hand from my creamy folds.

Tears were streaming down my cheeks from the intensity, and impulsively I turned and buried my face in Will’s hard chest.

“Mmm,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Hot.” I felt him arranging my limp limbs so his heavy shaft nestled against my wet core. Pulling me close, he rubbed my back in the warm water. The touch soothed me and made my skin crawl all at once. Slow thrusts of his hips rolled against me, the thickness of his penis sliding through my folds. “I like your tears, little cousin. Maybe I should fuck you right now.”

I could only shake my head against his chest.

“Or maybe I’ll give your perfect pussy a rest.” One hand cupped my ass, and I was too exhausted to protest. “Hmmm, what’s this?” A finger, exploring my cleft, brushed sensitive skin. The tip pressed inward, making me twitch around teasing touch.

“Will…” I groaned. “Stop.”

“Is your little asshole sensitive, baby girl?” His finger stroked the tight pucker. I clamped down, shocked by the surge of pleasure. “Nice.” Suddenly the finger was gone, leaving my ass to clench up. “On your knees,” he said softly.

I couldn’t believe it, but I was complying, rising off my cousin’s lap as he helped me up, then sinking gracefully to my knees on the bench of the marble tub. His command went straight past my thoughts and reached the place that had longed for him.

He sat down on the lip of the tub, his muscular legs spread. His sculpted cock was deep red, angry-looking and delicious. Cock. I’d never used that word before, never thought it. The thick shaft glistened with water, right in front of me. A pearl of liquid hung from the shiny head. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the plump, softly-furred balls hanging below.

“Wrap your hands around it,” he said in that same soft voice. I did. “Lick it.”

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