The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Lawrence rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "You just shoved it all in at once—no wonder it hurts!"
"Sorry, sis. Got carried away, I guess. Should I stop?" Jacob Kemnis asked, hesitating.
tapped his cheek lightly, a smirk playing on her lips. "Who told you to stop? Just take it slow at first."
Jacob obeyed, easing into a gentler rhythm this time.
A soft gasp escaped 's lips, followed by breathy moans that curled around them like smoke.
Jacob could feel her growing slick beneath him, and soon, restraint gave way to urgency—his thrusts deeper, faster.
"Yes… just like that… harder," panted, her voice trembling.
Sweat slicked Jacob's skin, his breathing ragged as he lost himself in the heat of her.
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
arched into him, her moans climbing higher. "God, you feel so good…" Her nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
The more she unraveled, the more fiercely he drove into her.
Ten relentless minutes later, heat coiled tight in Jacob's gut. He couldn't hold back—with a groan, he spilled into her, collapsing onto her trembling body.
teetered on the edge, then shattered with a gasp as warmth flooded her. She clung to him, breathless.
"That was…" Jacob murmured, still dazed.
Reality crashed over like ice water. "Get off me," she muttered, suddenly flustered.
He scrambled back, and they dressed in stiff silence, the air thick with tension.
's mind reeled. She'd just slept with a man nineteen years younger—someone she'd always seen as a kid brother. How the hell was she supposed to look at him now?
"Jacob… can we just pretend this never happened?" she whispered.
"Not a chance. I'll remember this forever," he said, voice firm.
She sighed. Of course he wouldn't forget. Neither could she. "But how do I even act around you now? This is… weird."
"Sis, relax. I've always liked you," he admitted.
Her cheeks burned. "Do you think I'm some kind of… slut now?"
"What? No! I worship you," he blurted, then immediately looked mortified.
exhaled shakily. "I still feel guilty."
"Then think of me as your… secret fling," Jacob teased, grinning. "Less guilt that way."
Her face flamed. She hurled a cardboard box at him. "Shut up! How can you even joke about that?"
He dodged, laughing. "Come on, we just had sex. That kinda makes you mine now."
"Like hell it does!" Another box sailed toward him.
Seeing her flustered but not truly angry, Jacob pushed further. "Wife! My sweet, perfect wife!"
Being called wife by someone young enough to be her son was beyond humiliating. lunged, twisting his ear. "Say that again, I dare you!"
"Ow! Okay, okay! Mercy!" he yelped.
"You—!" She tightened her grip.
"I didn't say anything! Let go, it hurts!" He grabbed her wrist, but she held firm, her face scarlet.
"Never call me that again!"
"Fine, fine! I won't!" he relented, rubbing his ear.
released him, still flushed. "And don't even think it."
Jacob smirked. "Can't stop me from thinking it."
"You—!" She was speechless, her face burning hotter than ever.