Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 404

“You feel that? That’s me. I’m inside you, Mine, where I fucking belong.” His voice was gravel and heat, the words punching straight into my core. “Nobody else gets this. Nobody else even fucking

dreams about it.”

I could barely breathe, my body was already shaking when he slowly began to slam his hips into me. He had me pinned, his hand gripping my thigh so tight I knew there’d be bruises by morning. I

didn’t care. I wanted them.

He did that thing he usually did with his hips, rolling them clockwise and then anticlockwise, in that slow rhythm that stripped me bare from the inside out, letting his cock grind so deep that it touched every corner of my walls. I felt him everywhere, pressing deeper into the spaces only he could reach.

“Kester!” His name tore from me, but he caught it and crushed it between our mouths in a kiss that stole more than breath, as his did it again. And again. And again. Drawing out every last drop of pleasure I thought I’d already spent.

“God, please…” I was a trembling mess. My voice trembled, but it only seemed to tighten his grip. His hand clamped my hip, his other hand cradling the back of my neck as if he could hold my soul

still.

me the satisfaction I deserved, but gentle enough to make sure our babies were safe from daddy’s

slowing down a bit before coming to a stop as he looked into my eyes with

I nodded, “Yes.”

eyes locked on mine. I didn’t

held each other’s gaze as his gentle thrusts rocked me up and down. His brows slightly narr before his mouth dropped to my neck, his lips dragging over the spot

elongating, as he sank them in just enough to make me scream. “There, baby… You’re fine… Just a bit more,” He cooed, as he bit harder. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my

utterly connected to anyone or anything in my life. It was as if he was bleeding himself into me… Fibre by fibre, piece by

frantic as he sank his fangs even deeper,

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party.

down my thigh, while his other hand gripped a chunk of my hair as if he d support so as not to fall off the cliff he was