thereās a breathy groan that leaves her as his grip on her tightens, almost like he was trying to pop her. not that he had to try very hard, even if amelia tried her hardest to wiggle out his arms, thereād be no use. itās then does she feel it, his bulge straining against his jeans and pressed against her ā the fabric of both their bottoms separating them. ājude āā she chokes out with a gasp, fingers curling around his forearm. the line between them, the one heās been daring to cross all night, had seem to disappear, leaving ameliaās nerves to expand, heart pattering loud against her chest. āi havenāt done anything,ā defensive as she whips her head around to look towards him, shoulders lifting. āall iāve tried to do is be your friend, but you make it impossible. and now youāre just āā turning her on? pushing her past her breaking point? she wouldnāt be so frustrated if that wasnāt that case, if all jude was to her was an annoying step brother, if she hadnāt ever thought about him in such deviant ways before. but she has. and amelia is fucking scared ā almost disgusted because of it. ājude, stop!ā she tries, smacking at his groping hands, her sensitive rosy buds hardening beneath the fabric of her thin cami. other hand grips at his thigh, attempting to keep herself steady as her feet dig into the ground, desperate to squirm away without tipping over. her thighs twitch as his hand pressed against her barely clad middle, her clit nearly pulsing at the simplest touch ā because he was right. as much as sheāll argue and fight, her body knows what it wants. small and whimpered moan pushes out her blushed lips, has her tilting her head back against his shoulder in order to push her chest out, more attempts to break free as her thighs waiver. āiām not,ā she whines. ānonono, this is wrong. stop now, jude, and iāll forget this happened.ā
hearing amelia moan made heat lance through his body. it was vindicationĀ āĀ proof that she was enjoying this just as muchĀ ;Ā proof that she was just as twisted as he was, no matter how much she was unwilling to admit it. her whining pleas fell on deaf ears as jude began rubbing her cunt through her thin sleep shorts, grinding the heel of his hand back while holding her tight.Ā ā no ! ā he repeated again, frustration crackling through his voice.Ā āno, no! iām tired of bargaining with you. iām sick of playing gamesĀ -ā because thatās what heād always been doing with amelia, wasnāt it? each time he snapped her bra strap, he was teasing. it was a game to see if sheād scream whenever he shouted & pounded at her bedroom door without warning on a friday night. any time heād wrestled her into a headlock and squeezed her throat against his bicep, he let go as soon as she couldnāt breatheĀ āĀ not because he was afraid sheād feel how hard it made him. and maybe thatād be all over now. maybe heād ruined it by pushing her this far, but in this moment, jude didnāt care. he was blinded by his desire, panting hotly beside ameliaās face, breath fanning across her rosy cheek.Ā ājust admit it,ā he rasped, groping hand finally sliding beneath her tank to squeeze one of her small, pert breasts. jude groaned and rocked up against her again,Ā āyou want this, tooĀ -Ā i know you do. say it. thatās all i need.āĀ ( it wasnāt even close )Ā his face pressed into her neck, stubble rubbing across her soft skin, no longer hiding it when he drew in a deep breath, memorizing her scent.Ā ātell me what a depraved slut you are. stop depriving yourself...ā