My Stepbrother 180

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Chapter 180

KASMINE.

The heat between us was unbearable. It coiled in my stomach, twisted up my spine, and spread through my veins like wildfire.

Straddling Kester’s lap, I could feel every rigid inch of him pressing against me, the hard muscles of his thighs beneath mine, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed me

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His fingers trailed up my thighs, setting my nerves on fire. My dress was already bunched up at my waist, leaving me bare to his touch, to the wicked things I knew he was about to

do to me.

“You’re burning up for me, aren’t you?” Kester’s voice was low, rough, and full of smug satisfaction as he slipped a single finger between my folds, dragging it through my

wetness.

I gasped, my fingers tightening around his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his white sleeves. The pressure, the teasing stroke, everything was enough to send a violent shudder through me.

“Kester…” My voice was breathy and desperate.

His dark eyes burned into mine, filled with raw possession, with a hunger so intense it made me dizzy. “Yes, baby.” He replied, taking my lips in his as he bit down on my lower lip. “Fuck. Yeah.”

My hips jerked involuntarily as he pressed his finger inside me, slowly stretching me just enough to make me ache for more.

“So tight,” he groaned,

ne every

little reaction I gave him like he was studying me, memorizing the way my body responded to his touch. “This pretty little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

I whimpered, my head tipping back as he moved inside me, curling his finger, dragging pleasure from places I didn’t even know existed. My breath hitched when he added a second finger, the stretch setting every nerve in my body on fire.

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Kester’s free hand came up to cup my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. “Look at me while! take you apart.”

Gods, I couldn’t. It was too much. The way he touched me, the way he owned me with just his fingers–it was too intense, too consuming

“You’re already shaking.” he murmured, smirking as he drove his fingers deeper, coaxing another broken moan from my lips. “And I’ve barely even started.”

He dipped his fingers so deep I could almost feel them in my stomach.

I moaned, my eyes tearing up from holding his intense stare.

I tried to form words, but my mind was fogged, drowning in the sensations he was pulling from my body. My hips moved against his hand, seeking more, but he held me steady, controlling every bit of my pleasure.

My body seemed to already know its master as it obeyed every command from Kester.

“Greedy little thing,” he mused. ‘Do you want something more?”

The stretch was already overwhelming, the pleasure too consuming–but I needed it. I needed him inside me.

“Yes, please, I gasped, barely able to form the word before a third finger pushed inside me, stretching me wide, filling me to the point of madness.

“Ahh! Kes..

“Shh… Don’t be too loud, baby,” He hushed, and, gods, the way he was so calm and collected made me think I was the only one feeling all the things I felt.

He fucked me like it was a punishment, his three fingers sliding in and out of my wetness in a rhythm my body couldn’t keep up with.

I nearly came apart right then. My back arched, my breath shattered, my nails dug into him so hard I was sure I left marks.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Kester groaned, his voice laced with raw desire. “Taking my fingers so well. Imagine how you’ll feel when I finally fuck you open for real.”