Before she could protest or beg, I grabbed her hips and flipped her around roughly, putting her on her back with her legs spread wide.
I leaned over her in missionary position, our bodies aligning perfectly, and lined my cock up with her entrance again. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me closer like she couldn't bear even a second without me inside her.
Her arms looped around my neck, fingers threading into my hair, eyes locking onto mine with that desperate, glassy mix of need and lingering guilt.
"I'm gonna cum, Aunt," I groaned, voice rough and strained as I pushed forward, slow at first, then deeper, burying myself to the hilt in her warm, wet heat once more.
"Alex… please don't cum inside," she said, looking straight into my eyes. Her voice was shaky, pleading, almost panicked, but her legs tightened around me even harder, heels pressing into my back like she was afraid I'd pull out. "I'm not on birth control pills…"
