Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 95

Chapter 95

KASMINE

The heat between us was unbearable. It colled in my stomach, twisted up my spine, and spread through my veins like wildfire.

Straddling Kester's lap, I could feel every rigid inch of him pressing against me, the hard muscles of his thighs. beneath mine, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed me in.

His fingers trailed up my thighs, setting my nerves on fire. My dress was already bunched up at my waist, leaving me bare to his touch, to the wicked things I knew he was about to do to me.

"You're burning up for me, aren't you?" Kester's voice was low, rough, and full of smug satisfaction as he slipped a single finger between my folds, dragging it through my wetness.

I gasped, my fingers tightening around his shoulders, nally digging into the fabric

of his white sleeves. The pressure, the teasing stroke, everything was enough to send a violent shudder through me.

"Kester..." My voice was breathy and desperate.

His dark eyes burned into mine, filled with raw possession, with a hunger so intense it made me dizzy. "Yes, baby.

He replied, taking my lips in his as he bit down on my lower lip. "Fuck Yeah."

My hips jerked involuntarily as he pressed his finger inside me, slowly stretching me just enough to make me ache for more.

"So tight," he groaned, watching every little reaction I gave him like he was studying me, memorizing the way my body responded to his touch. "This pretty little pussy was made for me, wasn't it?"

I whimpered, my head tipping back as he moved inside me, curling his finger, dragging pleasure from places I didn't even know existed. My breath hitched when he added a second finger, the stretch setting every nerve in my body on fire.

Kester's free hand came up to cup my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. "Look at me while I take you apart."

Gods, I couldn't. It was too much. The way he touched me, the way he owned me with just his fingers-it was too intense, too consuming.

he murmured, smirking as he drove his fingers deeper, coaxing another broken moan from my lips. "And

dipped his fingers so deep I could almost

up from holding

form words, but my mind was fogged, drowning in the sensations

pulling from my body. My hips moved against his hand, seeking more, but

My body

master as it obeyed every command

he mused. "Do you want something

too consuming-but I needed it. I needed him

barely able to form the word before a third finger

"Ahh! Kes..."

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Chapter 95

so calm and collected made me think I was the only one feeling all the things

punishment, his three fingers sliding in and out of my wetness in a

breath shattered, my nails dug into him so hard I

my fingers so well. Imagine how you'll feel

couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't

me like a violent wave that stole my breath. My body tensed. My

not doing what I wanted?

Before I could form the words, Kester's fingers withdrew from my drenched core,

without hesitation, my hands shaky as I fumbled with the buckle, eager, needy, still pulsing from the release he denied me. The

he enjoyed watching me squirm. "You'll take what I give you. Not what you think you want." his lips brushed against mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss. His mouth was so warm, so claiming, making my pulse race as

his

trousers

I obeyed, dragging the

caught in his, I reached in and wrapped my fingers around his thick, hot cock, which was pulsing against my

mouth, "That's right, baby. Now stroke it-nice and slow." he whispered, and I

Desperately obeyed. Eagerly waiting for his