My Stepbrother 307

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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.

She moaned around me. The vibrations rattled my bones, sending lightning up my spine.

My hips bucked instinctively, but she pushed me back down, her fingers digging into my thighs..

“Kasmine–please, choked out. “Let me cum.”

She sucked harder but stopped abruptly.

Her lips just sat there around my cock, sucking on just the tip like it was a straw.

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Her tongue twirled around the head occasionally, and fuck, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

She was building that rhythm and friction, that unbearable heat rising up my spine.

Just when my thighs started to shake-

She stopped. Again.

This time she smiled as she let my cock fall from her lips, slick and twitching. “No,” she whispered, dragging her tongue over the thick vein along the base. “Not yet.”

“Kasmine, I groaned, “Fuck–please.”

She sucked me down again, deeper, her throat tightening around me.

My hips bucked. I felt my balls tighten, my release roaring toward me.

And then–again–she stopped, withdrawing slowly, her lips shining with spit, eyes locked on my face.

“I swear to fuck, baby, you’ll 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, obviously enjoying her moment.

I gripped the chair, my fingers aching against the fabric of the armrests. I swear, I held a grudge against her at this point, and she’d pay dearly for this.

I almost growled.

Then she stood and smiled.

Sin incarnate.

She walked toward the bed, not saying a word.

“Where the fuck are you going?” I hissed, my cock painfully hungry.

She climbed onto the bed with grace, then turned to face me. The moment her legs parted, I forgot how to breathe.

Pink petals.

Dripping.

Soaked.

She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes burning into mine.

Then, slowly, she ran her fingers between her thighs. Up and down. Teasing her folds and collecting wetness

clit, just once.

She moaned loudly, and my entire body jerked.

en she circled her

She stroked faster.

The unholy sounds her pussy made almost made me rip those flimsy binds off, pounce on her and fuck her until she couldn’t breathe anymore.

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But I was patient. I’d like to see where my little mate was taking this party to. And I wanted it to be on her terms, just as she wants.

“Kester…” she whispered, breathless and panting. “I’m so close again

I yanked at the restraints.

“Untie me.” I pleaded. I wanted her to do it herself or give me permission to.

She shook her head and moaned louder, her hips rocking into her hand. Her other hand cupped one of her breasts, fingers teasing the nipple.

I was going to break.

Her head tipped back, her mouth parted in ecstasy, and her thighs began to tremble as her fingers worked faster and faster around her soaked folds. Wet sounds filled the room–lewd and maddening.

I couldn’t look away.

This was torture.

She stopped and slowly dipped one finger into her center, and fuck me, I almost died. The way her finger sunk into that wet hole made me lose my sanity.