Page 13 of Like An Animal
“Take it, Bron. If you can’t take this, how will you take my cock? My cock is way bigger than just two fingers.”
I can take it. That’s not the problem.
“This is wrong,” I whimper as he hooks his fingers and my body jerks.
“No, it’s not. I’m not your brother. You’re not my sister. I’m just the guy in desperate need of this sweet pussy. Give it to me or I’ll take it and we both know youwantme to take it–to fuck your dripping cunt until neither of us can move. Say it. Tell me you want it.” He pulls his fingers out and slaps my pussy hard, a sharp pain spreading through my hips before he pushes his digits back inside. My back arches and shame washes over me as I admit defeat. “Fucking say it. Say you fucking want it–that you want me.”
“I want it, Jer,” I confess, hating myself for it.
He lets me fall onto my back on the bed as he speeds up his strokes. His dark eyes stare down at me, heavy lidded and full of lust.
“Take off your panties,” he demands as his gaze darts down to where his fingers are working me over, doing more to me than I’ve ever been able to do myself.
Shame washes over me as fresh juices run down his hand from the waves of pleasure.
“Do it.” He takes my throat in his hand again, nearly cutting off my air. I choke on my own tongue as I grab the hem of my panties. As I push the fabric down my thighs and past my knees, he slowly loosens his hold on my throat, but his fingers don’t leave. They stay there, controlling me, holding me hostage.
I know deep down I don’t really want to escape him, even though I’m riddled with shame. I shouldn’t want him in any capacity. It’s something I’ve spent years fighting. Jeremy is my protector, my safe space, but he’s also the one man in the world I shouldn’t let myself indulge in.
He sits up and pushes the fabric out of his way, down to my ankles before prying my thighs further apart. Jeremy moves between my thighs as he speeds up his rhythm, his gaze glued to my cunt.
I moan as he abuses my sweet spot, stabbing it over and over again. His thumb circles my clit and I feel the heat spreading through my body.
“Please, Jer. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s wrong. It’ssick. You’re my brother.”
He drives a third finger inside me, so hard I feel it in my tailbone. It hurts so good.
“Hold your fucking legs open,” he commands before ripping his fingers out of me so quickly my cunt screams in pain from the loss. Then, he slaps the side of my thigh so hard his fingerprints will be bruised into my flesh for days to come.
I had no idea he was that strong. I mean, I knew he had strength, but he’s not muscular by any means.
I follow his instruction as he shoves down his boxers before grabbing my hips in his hands, yanking me to him.
I gasp from the sudden move. My gaze flashes to his dick and a hint of fear pulses through my brain. His dick is decently sized, curved, and has three rings lining the stiff shaft.
He had his dick pierced. When the fuck did he do that?
“Jeremy! Stop. We shou–”
“Stop fucking talking,” he growls as he runs the head of his dick along my slit, running his hand up and down the length. His dark eyes meet mine as he groans. “I don’t want to fucking hear how this is wrong, how we shouldn’t do this. With every wordyou say against this, your cunt is calling you a dirty liar. You want proof?”
He sinks his head in forcing me to throw my head back, screaming my lungs out.
Nothing has been inside me since the last time my father raped me, which was four years ago, and Jeremy has a pretty impressive girth.
God, he feels so good and the way the pain mixes with pleasure is a sensation that should only be accessible in the fiery pits of hell. No mortal should ever know anything of this magnitude.
Jeremy isn’t stealing my virtue. He isn’t tearing me apart like my father used to. No, Iwantthis. I’m giving him my virginity, something I can only do consensually. If I said no and really wanted him to stop, he would. I have no doubt about that, but my fight is so weak and holds zero merit that he drives all the way in. My head hangs off the bed and I keep holding my legs apart for him as he pulls back before thrusting hard into me again.
Fucking hell. This is perfect.
“This isn’t wrong. This isn’t sick. You want every fucking inch of me in your desperate pussy. This cunt is mine. Those screams are all for me, Bron. Fucking say it,” he demands as he pulls out and thrusts in again, earning another scream from me.
God, stop talking and just keep going.
My body is desperate for him. It’s like my pussy knows it’s found its home and is welcoming him with open arms, begging for him to never leave.
If he keeps this up, I’ll lose my damn mind.
