Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 305 Chapter 305 I clenched around him, the pleasure twisting through my belly.

I moaned.

I could feel his arousal so hard and thick beneath me, pressed against my lower back, and it pulsed with the sdesperate rhythm pounding in my veins.

My head rolled against his chest as I gasped. "Kes..." "Yes, baby," He replied in a gruff voice, "You like that?" He asked as he dipped his finger into my entrance again. And again. And again, building the tension so high I thought I might cry until I was a trembling mess.

He paused and dipped a second finger, workingopen for his pleasure.

His other arm curled tighter around my waist, anchoringto him as he gradually increased the pace of his thrust. My thighs trembled in the water, making little ripples lap up around us.

"Kester-God- My head tipped back against his 'shoulder, "Please...

"Shhhh..." He hushed, his tongue grazing the side of my neck, "Shh... Don't.moan, baby." This was insane.

He shouldn't get to do that... Pushto the edge of insanity and asknot to moan.

I did my best to hold it in. But the ecstasy was maddening. The way my wetness mixed with the water in the tub, with his fingers making those squishy sex sounds as they met with my slick center, madealmost lose my mind.

"Kest-ah-don't stop- I gasped, hands gripping the edge of the tub. "Please, don't stop- And just like that, he stopped.

His fingers slowly slipped out of me, and the absence was like a sting. My breath stuttered as I twisted my head, my eyes wide and glassy from the brink he'd pulledback from. I looked up at him with disbelief and desperation aching in my gaze.

"Why did you stop?" I asked.

His mouth curled into a slow, wicked smirk. His green eyes, still so soft and tender around the edges, had darkened now with dominance.

"Because you moaned," he said simply. "And I told you not to." I opened my mouth to argue, but he didn't let me. Before a sound could leave my lips, his two fingers slid back in so deep, curling them just right, and my back bowed in response.

1. me. He pushed "Don't," he whispered near my ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. His hand tightened just enough on my jaw to makehold still.

"If you moan again, stop. I'll leave you shaking and soaked, begging like a ruined little thing." I swallowed hard, nodding without thinking.

God, I couldn't breathe.

1/3 Chapter 305 "You'll sit here and take every fucking second of what I give you like good girl without a cry, not even a whimper. You don't get to scream unless I say so. I want to see you unravel without a sound. Understood?" He began thrusting intowit an unholiness that made my vision blur.

But I didn't moan.

I didn't even gasp.

I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, and my hands clutched the edge of the tub with white-knuckled desperation.

Kester's mouth curled into a wicked smile against the shell of my ear "Good girl," he rasped, his fingers thrusting deeper now, angling just so. "Feel how wet you are for me? You're drenched. So soaked. I could fuck you with my fist, and you'd still beg for more, wouldn't you?" My breath hitched.

His thumb dragged up intentionally slow, circling that aching little knot of nerves with featherlight touches. Over and over. Just enough to taunt me.

And still, I held back.

My thighs quaked, my core spasmed around his fingers, and I blinked hard as the pressure threatened to undo me.

My body wanted to scream. My throat ached to moan. But I held it in, trembling in his arms like a live wire.

His lips found the side of my throat again, pressing soft, maddening kisses along it.

"Good," he murmured. "Taking it so well, huh? Look at you." His voice didn't sound human anymore. He was tethering at the edge, just holding on to what little sanity he had left in him.

His other hand slid up, cupping one of my breasts, kneading it roughly, his thumb dragging across the hardened nipple.

"You're doing so good," he whispered. "Almost there, aren't you? I can feel it. You're so tight-so wet for me, baby."

I was. I was pulsing around his fingers, walls clenching down so hard I thought I'd snap. My head dropped back against his shoulder, and a strangled breath left me. The coil in my stomach twisted, locked, and snapped. White-hot ecstasy detonated through me.

"Do you want to come?" I nodded once, too afraid that even a whisper would betray me.

His thrusts grew faster, fingers hammering into my walls, which were already hot from fiction. The e rhythm of his palm against my clit was perfect and inhuman. It pushedcloser and closer to the brink until I was choking on the pleasure. Iwas bucking, writhing, and screaming inside.

Then, the heat exploded inside me. It was a shattering, glorious heat, m ked so hard that thought.

climaxed so I might black out. I gripped the sides of the tub like I was going to fall through it, biting my lip so hard. 2/3 Chapter 305 But not a sound left me.

Only my body spoke.

And Kester... he fucking grinned.

"Good girl," he whispered, dragging his slick fingers from between my thighs and lifting them to my mouth. 'Now suck. Taste how obedient you are." He watchedlike a wolf studies a trembling hare-amused, entertained, and possessive as I licked up his fingers.

I was still shaking, barely catching my breath, when his fingers slipped from my mouth, wet and glistening with my own juices. He dragged the pads of them along my bottom lip as though markingagain.

"You've done well," he murmured, "But we're not done."