**I struggled some, but the hand that wasn't touching my pussy had a tight grip on my waist. He held me so close that I didn't have much room to move. As I wriggled around, feeling his hard cock against me, he groaned, and I stilled once again. Fuck. I reached back with both arms, trying to grab him, and he once again trapped both of my wrists in one strong hand.
At this point, I finally let loose a moan at his continued work on my pussy which I finally could admit was wet. How could someone I hated so much make me this wet? **
Jake groaned in my ear, starting to grind against me. "I don't believe that no one has touched you like this, you're liking it so much."
I continued to hold still, stifling the moans from the attention he kept on my clit. This was unfair, how could I show how much I hated this when he was making me feel this way?
I stiffened even more when Jake reached up to tease the waistband of my leggings. A finger slipped inside my pants, feeling for my underwear. I felt his index finger touch the lacy edge of my thong as he chuckled to himself. I hardly had time to react before he yanked my leggings down until they were around my ankles.
I yelped as my ass was exposed to him. He immediately put both hands to my cheeks, gently fondling them before spanking me hard. Once, twice, three times.
"Uncle Jake!" I cried, trying to get away by pushing myself forward onto the counter. I only succeeded in lifting my ass higher towards him, face up against the kitchen wall.
