He didn't answer with words. He only growled, a deep, animalistic sound that came from his chest. He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into her thighs as he lifted her slightly, changing the angle to drive even deeper. I watched, mesmerized and horrified. I could see the sweat glistening on his back, the muscles in his arms corded and straining as he dominated her. But as I watched him take her, I didn't see my mother. I saw myself. I imagined his hands on my hips, his weight crushing me into the mattress, his voice growling my name in the dark. The heat in my own body reached a boiling point. I felt a slick, throbbing ache between my legs that mirrored the rhythm of their movements.Suddenly, Jake paused. He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of my mother’s neck, his back tensing as he reached his peak. He let out a long, jagged groan, the same sound he had made in the theater, but louder, more final. He collapsed against her, his chest heaving, his body still pulsing
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