Page 18 of Like An Animal
“Are you going to stop or do I need to go into depth on how wet your desperate pussy is for your brother–”
“I’ll stop. Just please don’t say that shit.”
I press back against his length as my head spins. This shouldn’t feel as good as it does. He did no real prep work to get me wet and I’m soaked before I’ve even taken all of him in.
He can fuck me all night long if he just stops referring to me as his sister during spicy time.
Jeremy wraps his fingers around my hair at the base of my skull before lifting my head, forcing me to look at him in the mirror. “Tell me. Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy, little ghost?” he rasps as he grinds inside me.
My eyes roll into the back of my head because fuuuuck, that feels good.
“Yes,” I admit on a whimper, lacking all shame, because he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Is this wrong?” he presses.
I know if I say yes, he’ll go back to calling me his little sister and I don’t want that, so I lie.
“No. Please, fuck me, Jer.”
He pulls out and thrusts hard back inside me, his piercings doing insane things to my libido. “Do you want anyone else to fuck you?” His tone is full of danger.
“No, no one else.” It takes a lot of concentration to come to grips with the truth in my words. I don’t want anyone else to fuck me and that scares the shit out of me. He’s the one guy I can’t have. My interaction with Francine and Sorcha proved that. Most people would not be accepting of me and him.
He pulls out and thrusts inside me again as I cry out in pleasure. “Say it again,” he demands as he takes my hip in his free hand, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“I-I-I only want you!”
He thrusts inside me another time before grunting, “Again.”
“I want you.”Thrust.“I want you.”Thrust.“Jeremy, I want you so bad!”Thrust.
I meet him thrust for thrust as the mirror fogs in front of my face. My flesh feels like it's nearly burning off the bone as his hand comes down hard on my ass. Tears collect in my eyes from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Before I can get my bearings, Jeremy grabs my chin between his thumb and pointer finger and turns my head so far, the muscles in my neck ache. His lips are barely separated from mine when he whispers, “Don’t cry. It’ll make me come.”
That…should not be as hot as it was.
I blink away the tears and he groans in my face as he thrusts hard into me again. “Such a good slut for me.”
My insides quiver and my brain fogs as I get closer and closer to my destination. The pressure builds as his hand comes down hard on my ass again.
Then, the doorknob shakes.
“Jer, man, you in there?”
Massimo?
It’s like a bucket of ice was just dumped over my head, soaking my entire body, but Jeremy keeps thrusting inside me, quickening his pace.
“Fuuuck. You were made for me, baby.”
Did he not hear his friend on the other side of the door?
Goddamn it. We’re about to be found out. Massimo is going to know that Jeremy is fucking me and everything is going to blow up in our faces. We’ll be ostracized across the board.
Fucking Jeremy and his pushy, territorial bullshit.
“Jeremy, stop,” I hiss, reaching behind me to push him off, but as soon as my fingers touch the fabric of his shirt, he snatches my wrist and presses it against my back. He picks up his pace, drilling his cock harder and deeper into me with every thrust. It’s such a dizzying experience.
“Nothing and no one could pull me from this sweet pussy. I don’t care who walks in and sees. Your father could walk through that door and I would keep on destroying this cunt for anyone other than me.”
