they were dry humping like a couple of teenagers and jude was almost positive that he could’ve gotten off like this, too. given enough time to continue grinding against his step-sister while sucking hickeys to her neck, he could’ve gotten there. he continued to mouth at amelia’s neck until her fingers swept into his curls, the motion drawing his head back. “of course,” he answered automatically, his voice rough with arousal. a frowning furrow knit between his brows as he met her imploring gaze. “i’m not stupid.” because being mean to amelia ( even just a little ) was fully ingrained in his being at this point. jude took a steadying breath, pausing just long enough to wet his lips before amending lowly, “i promise.” for once, he meant it. he squeezed her ass again, stealing another kiss as he began leveraging amelia’s lithe form to the side. he lifted her from his lap, pressed nearer to his chest while turning to deposit her back on the couch. the remote was knocked to the floor with their movement, a reminder of the adult film still playing loudly on the television, utterly ignored by jude. he couldn’t think about anything other than the blonde as he kneeled between her spread legs, shedding his t-shirt and tossing it across the living room. his brain was a blaring mantra of take, take, take encouraging him to force himself on amelia in a rough rush and fulfill the nightly fantasies that played out in his head, but he steeled himself. should this be their only moment together, he wanted to get everything from her. warm hands met her knees and slid down along the inside of her thighs, digits teasing back around the hem of her shorts and slipping further. “can i see you?” jude requested. his thumbs smoothed up along her pelvis and then back down, a slow massaging motion that had him stroking the outer most part of her pussy, hands drawing closer together. he was purposefully vulgar as he asked, “can i play with your cunt?”
she has to bite her tongue at his attitude, vaguely reminded of how this ordeal had started. then again, it was the way he treated her that had her stomach feeling warm, as fucked as it was. mouth remains opens as he kisses her again, tongue instantly gliding across his own again, as if she’s starved and his kisses were the only meal in sight. allows him to adjust her onto the couch, frowning only briefly as their bodies disconnect. can’t help but wonder how he’d treat her after this night, if he’d finally treat her with respect; or degrade her even more for giving into his sins. if he’d taunt her, or pretend this night never happened like she’s hoping, because god — she hopes she could forget the way he feels when she wakes up in the morning. props herself up on her elbows, instinctively parting her knees, and his crude language has her breath hitching, that same red heat spreading across her pale cheeks once again. “you don’t have to ask.” in fact, she prefers if he didn’t; already feeling ashamed of herself, and the more his husky voice whispers towards her, the more embarrassed she feels. still, she lifts up her hips, fingers looping around the waistband of her shorts to tug them down far enough for her to be able to kick them off; her thong following. the cool air hitting her slick cunt has a moan erupting from her, tongue sticking out to glide across her lips. one hand grips the edge of the couch, while the other hand splays over the flustered, desperate expression on her face.
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