Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 403

“You’re already soaked,” he growled, leaning down to bite my earlobe. “For me. Always for me.”

I whimpered when he rubbed slow circles over my clit, “You feel that?” His voice was low, like he was sharing a secret he’d never share with anyone else. “That’s mine. Every single drop of your arousal, every single twitch of this perfect little bundle of nerves here… all fucking mine.”

My fingers clamped down on his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin as his pace picked up just enough to make my thighs quiver.

“Oh, God… Kester…”

“Yes, baby…” he let out a breathy whisper, “I told you before…” He slid one thick finger inside my slick heat, and the sound that left me was a shameless moan, “…I am your god, Kasmine.” He growled into my ear, and I swear, I lost myself in the pleasure that rippled through me.

“Fuck, baby…” he muttèred, pulling his finger out slowly before sinking it back into me with more force. “You’re so tight… You’ll make me lose it.”

He kissed me again, a little messier, with our teeth clashing and tongues tangling, leaving both of us gasping for breath but refusing to let go.

He pulled out and slid two fingers deep inside me again, stretching me open for him, and the desperate moan that clawed out of my throat was embarrassing.

I gasped so hard it was almost a sob. My head tipped back, and he didn’t miss the chance to mouth at my throat, his teeth scraping before his tongue soothed the sting.

whole body going rigid, every time he pulled back and slid back

my body. And his finger made sure to explore all those

core, dragging out that pleasure that always made me

sanity.

I sobbed as tears pooled in my eyes at

ragged, and so did my moans as

obscene wet sound of his fingers moving in me

moans.

he growled, thrusting faster and a bit harder,

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in a rush, as my whole

Cry.

his hand away. The loss made me whimper until he shoved his

staring straight into

ever tasted,” he growled, and then his mouth was back

ass, dragging me flush against the thick, breathing length pressing against