69 I'm Not Supposed To Love You (2)

[ THIS CHAPTER HAS SCENES OF SEX THROUGHOUT IT. IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ ANY SORT OF SEX SCENE, PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER. YOU WILL NOT MISS ANY SORT OF PLOT. THANK YOU! ]

Amelia knew how large Jake was, being together for so longer in their younger years they had sex plenty of times. Long, and girthy was what would describe his member. Nine inches in length, covered with veins from the tip to the base. He was hung, and he knew it.

The palm of his hand runs up her back, feeling him leaning closer to her skin. Jake chuckles, "Let's see if ya can still take me, all of me." He pushes inside of her, Amelia biting down harder onto her bottom lip as he does so. He moans out, hands now grabbing onto her wrists.

He pulls her hands to be held against her back, before pulling her head back with a fist full of her own hair. Amelia groans, completely submissive now.

Jake begins to thrust, however he isn't slow with his movements. He pounds hard into her, grunting at the sheer pleasure of being inside of his love once again. While on Amelia's end, she whines at the way he feels inside of her: against her walls. It was thrilling, euphoric. Her walls tightened around him as he moved his hips, which only got Jake more excited.

From hearing the heavy breathing and moans coming from her lips, to the way her body beckoned for him. Jake gripped onto her wrists tighter, yanking her head back to have her closer to him.

"You're mine, you're fuckin' mine." He hisses, pounding deeper into her. Amelia moaned out, eyes squeezing shut. It felt too good to stop, no matter how wrong it was. "Ya got that?"

When she doesn't answer, he slaps her hard across the face. Letting go of her hair, he grabs her throat. "Did ya fuckin' hear me?! Say it! Say ya fuckin' mine!" Jake pushes deeper, causing Amelia to yelp in surprise.

"I'm yours Jake! Fuck–I'm yours!" She moans, feeling Jake's tongue trace the rim of her ear. A dark chuckle leaving his lips. The orgasm was coming, she could feel it.

"There's my girl. There ya are." She can feel her legs shaking, her stomach tying up in knots around itself. She was going to cum any minute now, and it was going to be large. Amelia was no longer able to hold it in, not after he was feeling all around her walls.

"Fuck yes– It feels so good." Amelia groans, she could feel his cock pushing almost to her stomach. It felt amazing, even if the entire situation was wrong.

How could she let her lust cloud her actual emotions towards him. A moment of weakness, a need for pleasure, a longing for what used to be. No matter how much he changed, morphed into the ugly monster– She would always yearn for the man he was. On that rainy night in August, soaked together with a passionate plea for partnership on his lips. A kiss intertwining the two for the very first time, filled with more love than she had ever felt before.

Now it was nothing, he was nothing. As much as Amelia wished for him to go back to the way he was, time held no bounds on his psyche. Jake was long gone, no matter how he thought his feelings raged for her. It wasn't love, it never was going to be love.

Lust was one hell of a drug for her, even if it meant being with Jake. A killer, a tyrant, a snake amongst the tall grass.

Yet the way he pushed into her felt too good to ignore. As if he had been absent inside of her for so long, the sensation was hard enough to keep close to her chest. His rough hands grip tightly on her waist, almost digging deep into her skin. It hurt but the pain only brought more pleasure. Amelia would say anything he wanted, just because of how close her climax was building.

Hate sex, longing connection of a man gone from her reach.

"Don't ever forget who ya belong to." He snarls, a hand forcefully wrapping her long hair around his palm. Yanking it back, pulling her skin closer to him. "Who ya gave yaself to first, who has ya even now."

Who she gave herself to, who she fell in love with. He knew just how to pull the strings to have her heart rapid against her chest. A hummingbird wishing to be freed from its cage, running at speeds she had never felt before.

The tingling of her scalp as her pussy twitched, threatening to release as his body pressured harder onto her back. His stroke became sloppy, heavily breathing closely in her ear. Hot breath, before the nibbling on her lobe starts. She can't hold the loud moans and panting that escapes her throat, feeling the intensity of heat running across her skin. Sweat began to form, the hoarseness of her throat pressing against her walls.

Jake groans, "No matter how much ya try to run away." His other hand pulls to wrap around her stomach, gripping tightly on the other side of her waist. "Or how much ya try to forget about me," His cock bulges in her stomach, Amelia squeezes her eyes shut.

"I'm a fuckin' parasite in ya head, you'll never get rid of me." A hiss of his words, before a dark chuckle. "Ya won't ever live a life without me, never."

Groaning, the young woman grips onto his arm latched against her stomach. The other grabbed onto cousines of her couch. Huffing, she tries her best to speak. Each time being interrupted by the shot of pleasure as he pushed into her, against her sensitive walls.

"You're sick." Her words come out through gritted teeth, followed by loud moans as he pushes harder onto her stomach.

Jake laughs, pulling her hair back tighter. "I know." HIs voice was joyous, completely content with her words. "Don't ya just love it? Show me how much ya love it." He knew she was close, feeling the shaking of her entire body against his bare chest.

"Be good for me baby, do it for me. One more time."

There it was– The words she had heard so long ago. As if it was their first time again, when things were bright and hopeful. Amelia's body reacted the same way as it had nine years ago. Instantly tensing, cheeks flushed with bright shades of red, her legs shaking from anticipation.

Within a moment, she groans, hands gripping into the materials left underneath her. Cumming with a force so great, it has Jake following suit. Pulling out before he can control himself, letting himself ejaculate on her bare back. Both panting, both out of breath from the moment they had.

The regret after the rise was sinking in. She had slept with her enemy, her ex lover. The shame would pour over her, realizing what she truly had done. However, there wasn't much time for her to think on the matter– Eyes beginning to flutter shut at the sheer exhaustion. Amelia didn't even realize that Jake had pulled away from her, eyes peering down at her as her own fluttered shut. Laying on her stomach, naked on her own couch.

For a moment, Jake seemed to have some softness towards her, Seeing her lay still, breathing with coherent rhythm in front of his eyes. He slowly gets dressed, enjoying the moment of pleasuring his long lost love after so long. Jake knew it was only a one time thing at this moment, but he was determined to change Amelia's mindset.

He pulls on his mask, the bird peak peering over the dimly lit lights of the street. Casting a shadow faintly, hiding who he was once more.

His large boots step against the wooden floor, creaking until he reaches the window. Clicking the locks open, groaning as he pulls it up with ease. There's a moment he looks out into the empty street, before he turns back to the naked agent laid on the comfy surface. No emotion can be seen on his face, but that smile is edged under the hand crafted mask.

Jake pulls back, grabbing a nearby blanket and placing it on the edge of the couch. Walking away from the sleeping woman, he searches for her room. Finding his way down a small hallway to a cracked open door. Pushing it in, he finds a master bedroom. Modern designed, covered with things that showed Amelia slept there.