Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

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Chapter 307

KESTER.

I clenched my fists against the bindings.

I could break them easily.

But I didn't.

Because then her mouth was on me.

Fuck.

Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, warm and wet and slow-too fucking slow-and I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as she slid down just enough to make me want more, then pulled back.

She was... Teasing. Tempting. Torturing.

Her tongue flicked over the slit, then circled the head again, and I hissed.

She looked up through her lashes, her eyes gleaming, while her lips were slick and parted. Then she took me deeper, her hands stroking my thighs as she worked me in a slow rhythm.

I tried to thrust up, but the bindings held me firm.

"Kasmine," I growled.

She pulled back with a wet sound.

"You didn't let me cum when I begged," she said softly. "Now it's your turn to beg."

She devoured me with a need that made my breath stutter in my chest. Her mouth was hot, wet, and punishing, with a perfect rhythm of suction, swirl, and pressure.

Her tongue flicked the sensitive underside, while her cheeks hollowed as she took me deeper and deeper until I could feel the back of her throat tighten around me. "Fucking hell, Kasmine."

My hands twisted against the restraints as a low, broken groan tore from my chest. God-

I looked down and that vision burned itself into my soul: her on her knees, mouth stretched around my cock, eyes locked onto mine... Fuck.

me. The vibrations rattled my bones, sending lightning up

she pushed me

choked out.

harder

sat there around my cock, sucking on just the

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and fuck, I was going to lose my fucking

rhythm and friction, that

my thighs

She stopped. Again.

twitching. "No," she whispered, dragging her tongue over the thick

"Kasmine, I groaned, "Fuck-please."

down again, deeper, her throat tightening around

felt my balls tighten,

then-again-she stopped, withdrawing slowly, her lips shining with spit,

growled when she went down on me, even deeper than before, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. But she

chair, my fingers aching against the fabric of the armrests. I swear,

grudge against her at this point, and she'd pay dearly for

I almost growled.

she stood

Sin incarnate.

toward the bed, not saying

are you going?" I hissed, my

the bed with grace, then turned to face me. The moment her

Pink petals.

Dripping.

Soaked.

her elbows, her

fingers between her thighs.

folds and collecting wetness

clit, just once.

loudly, and my