Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 151

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 151

"Let me remind you, baby." He hooked the fabric, dragging it down my legs slowly, "Let me remind you who you fucking belong to."

He turned me harshly, pressing my back against him, my bare stomach leaning against. the railing.

The height beneath me was dizzying-just one slip, and I'd be swallowed by the water and. darkness beneath us.

But the risk made it intoxicating.

The way he easily pulled down his pants and freed his length made me shudder. And then, the next moment, he pushed inside my sore pussy. A yelp escaped my lips at the suddenness.

My body arched beneath him with a mixture of pain and pleasure, fear and desire, when he began to thrust into me.

He gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer to him to give him a better angle for a deeper penetration.

"Ahh... Kester... Please..." I cried as he pushed me to the edge.

He moved his hand to my throat, his thumb rubbing against my pulse as he spoke, "You are mine. Only mine. Do you understand?" his voice was dark and dangerous. I nodded, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't make me kill anyone else because of you."

my

My brain was too busy to even proceed what he had just said. I just nodded blindly, moaning like a slut.

just stand there. Fucking fuck me back!" He rasped, smacking my bare ass, making me to yelp. I obeyed, moving my hips and waist

of wood, looking increasingly fragile. The force of his punishing thrusts

even more.

move, but his hand held my waist firmly, keeping me

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My stomach clenched.

"Kester-

to my throat, fingers curling around it, cutting off

dripping with so much control

with each thrust rocking

pleasure. The railing wasn't built for this. I gripped the wood, my nails biting into the smooth surface, but it only seemed to worsen the break. If he didn't stop-if he kept driving into me with this recklessness, one particularly hard. thrust, the rail might give way

fingers dug

take it," He

heart slammed against my ribs. Every inch of my body screamed for survival, but another, deeper part of me-one far more dangerous-thrived

tightened.

Goddess help me,

fear. The pleasure. The way his cock kept

threatened to crumble.

My body jolted forward, only to be wrenched back by Kester's grip. He growled low in his throat, dragging me

me," he commanded, his breath

rail screamed beneath us, giving another warning that