Page 12 of Like An Animal
“Fine, but get thatthingoff of my leg.”
“Uh-uh,” he grumbles and my eyebrows knit together.
“What?”
He does know I’m talking about his penis,right?
“No moving. Either it stays there or I’ll find some more interesting places to put it.”
Did he…No, he didn’t…Yes, he did! He just hinted at us having sex or oral or whatever. That’s not happening. We may be step-siblings, but that’s still in thesiblingscategory. That’s like incest adjacent.
“Ew. You’re gross.”
He chuckles. “Am I?” Then, he grinds it against the back of my thigh and I bite my lip.
I’m simultaneously grossed out and turned on by the move. There must be something wrong with me. I definitely don’t want to have sex with Jeremy Borza.
Nope.
Never.
Net.
“Jer,” I groan in warning as he growls in my ear, a warning of his own. His fingers wrap around my throat as he yanks my bodyback against him. Without giving myself permission, a moan falls out of my parted lips, mixing with a breath.
Fucking god.
This is absolutely insane.
What the hell is he doing?
“Prove it,” he rasps in my ear.
“Wha-what?”
He leans closer and whispers, “Spread your legs and prove that you think I’m gross. Do it. I fucking dare you.”
I mean, what’s the worst he could do? I’m wet, but notthatwet. It isn’t even enough to make my panties damp. He won’t be able to tell.
I part my thighs, not enough to expose myself, but enough that he’ll be able to see that I’m not soaked like he seems to think. Then, Jeremy yanks the leg that he is still holding and opens them a little further.
“Let’s check,” he whispers again as he runs his hand over my stomach. He’s just going to feel the material isn’t wet, right?
The moment he reaches my panties, he pushes his hand inside them.
“Jer, what are you doing?” I gasp, mortified, but he runs his thumb along my clit.
“Checking. Now, spread them wider before I get my belt and spank your bratty ass until it’s covered in welts.”
I gulp nervously and spread my legs a little more, feeling absolutely disgusted with myself that I’m actually going to let him touch my pussy. He glides his fingers along my flesh, between my folds, and presses a finger inside my cunt.
He growls in my ear again before rasping, “Your cunt is calling you a liar, little ghost. This pussy is desperately in need of some attention.”
“Jer.” Don’t do this. This is wrong. Doesn’t he get that?
His thumb circles my clit as he pushes another finger inside me. Unable to control the noises I make, I moan, so ashamed of myself.
“I can’t,” I deny as my cunt spasms around his fingers.
