Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Mated 307

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.

around me. The vibrations rattled my bones, sending

bucked instinctively, but she pushed me back down, her

choked out. "Let me

harder but

cock, sucking on just the

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tongue twirled around the head occasionally, and fuck, I was going to lose

friction, that unbearable heat rising up my

when my thighs started to

She stopped. Again.

fall from her lips, slick and twitching. "No," she whispered,

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

again, deeper, her throat tightening around

my balls tighten,

shining with spit, eyes

be sorry the moment you... Fuuuckkkk! growled when she went down on me, even deeper than before, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. But she pulled out again,

the chair, my fingers aching against the fabric

this point, and

I almost growled.

she stood and

Sin incarnate.

bed,

fuck are you going?" I hissed,

grace, then turned to face me.

Pink petals.

Dripping.

Soaked.

leaned back on her elbows, her

her fingers between her thighs.

folds and collecting wetness

clit, just once.

moaned loudly, and my