His cock isn’t mine. It belongs to June. Not me. I kept reminding myself of that as I lifted my hand and gently grabbed his shafts while the other hand rested on his thigh
“Good girl,” He breathed when I began to bob my head up and down his wicked length.
Today seemed different. It seemed a bit easier than yesterday, Probably because while at it yesterday, I learned a thing or two from the act.
I flattened my tongue, allowing its softness to tease the sensitive dent where the rim meets the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, Kasmine! I love the way your mouth feels wrapped around my cock like you were made for this,” he said through clenched jaws as he fisted my hair even harder, “I want to see how much more you can take,” he added, and without warning, he thrust hard into my mouth. I almost puked as his cock hit the roof of my throat.
“That’s it, baby,” he said while he continued thrusting harder into my mouth. “Your mouth drives me insane. Take me deeper.”
My eyes watered at the impact. His thrusts were becoming, erratic, and I could barely keep up. My hand, which was working up and down the length of his cock couldn’t keep up with his rhythm anymore.
Small whimpers mixed with involuntary moans escaped my mouth, and I cursed myself for it.
“You feel so fucking perfect around me, I can’t stop.” He thrust even deeper, and I gagged, “Look at me, Mine. Look at me while you pray to me,” he hissed, shooting his head backward in utter ecstasy.
I obeyed like a helpless puppy, looking up at him, and our gazes met. His eyes were a dark shade of red, and I felt my heart stutter in response. His wolf was partly in control how, which terrified me.
I slowed down, but he held my chin and thrust harder, making me whimper at the impact.
“Don’t stop, I won’t hurt you, Mine,” He said in a voice that wasn’t entirely his. It was Zeth’s. I relaxed and took him in obediently.
“Kester?” I heard June’s voice from the stairs. “Kasmine?”
My heart jumped out of my mouth instantly.
She was headed down the stairs.
I looked up at Kester, who seemed oblivious to what was going on. He only smirked at me and closed his eyes again, fucking my mouth like he didn’t give a fuck if we were caught.
He gave me a look that meant: ‘You don’t get to pull away from me.”
I tapped on his thighs desperately, trying to pull away, but his hold on the back of my head tightened, keeping me in place, while the other hand gathered both my hands in his firm grip, holding them securely to his stomach.
“This would be quite the spectacle for her, Mine. Don’t you think?” He said as a wicked grin plastered his face.
I was doomed.
KASMINE.
I cried. I was intentional about it this time. I let the tears fall.
I heard June walk toward the main door of the house to the outside. She might have thought we were outside, I guess.
I looked at Kester pleadingly but his eyes held nothing but wicked intent. I knew he didn’t like June, but that didn’t mean she should see us like this. My life would be ruined. His reputation. Our parents. Everything.
His body began to stiffen. He was close to his release. I put in more effort, granting him as much access as he would like if that would make him cum sooner.
June closed the front door and called out again, “Kester? Kasmine?” This time, she was headed for the kitchen. I heard her footsteps. They were getting closer.
I tried to keep myself from moaning, but Kester wasn’t helping matters. This was the time he moaned and growled the loudest.
I applied something I had learned some time ago from a pn site – cheek suction.
I sucked in my cheeks, tightening my lips – which were already leaking with drool – around his cock.
“Fuck! Kasmine! Don’t stop!” He panted as raw pleasure rippled through him at the intense sensation he felt..
‘Come on. Come on.’ I begged internally. This now seemed more like a chore and an obligation.
And just as I prayed and wished, I felt his cock swell harder, the pulsing intensity building, and then, without warning, his hot seed surged into my mouth. The force of it was almost overwhelming, nearly choking me as it poured in, hot and thick, filling me completely.
“Gods, you make me lose control. Don’t ever stop.” He whispered, his muscles relaxing as he urged me to swallow,
I didn’t hesitate. I swallowed quickly and stood up just in time for the door to swing open behind us.
Shame and guilt teamed up, stealing my breath as they tightened around me, almost succeeding in suffocating me completely, as I found the ground rushing up to meet me in a hurry, a dizzying sensation clouding my vision.
“Kasmine!” I heard June call from the door, but before she could reach me, I felt Kester’s strong arms wrap around me, and I fell into them before I reached the ground.
“Mine?” He called in the least worried tone, “Breathe…” He urged before picking me up into his arms bridal style.
“Whatts wrong with her? I was looking for you two… Is she” June rushed her words, but the cold way Kester shut her up made my stomach twist with more guilt.
“Shut it, June. She’ll be fine,” he glared at her, “Didn’t I ask you to go to bed?” I heard him say, although my eyes were closed as 1 leaned on his chest, still feeling dizzy and drowsy.
“I’m sorry. I was just…” June’s voice trembled in apology, but Kester barely spared her a glance as he brushed past her, treating her like an inconvenience, as if she weren’t important. And yes, unfortunately, she wasn’t important to him.
He hurriedly pushed the door to my room open and made his way to my bed. He lowered me gently, his hands never leaving my body as he settled beside me. His fingers slid through the damp strands of my hair, brushing them from my face with a possessive tenderness.
“Mine…” His voice was low, almost triumphant, with a hint of amusement threading through it. “Was that too much for you to bear? Don’t tell me I’m too much for you, he scoffed, his fingers still caressing my cheek in a way that sent a shiver through me.
I forced my eyes shut, pretending I didn’t hear him, hoping he’d leave me in peace. But instead, he rose and walked toward the bathroom. I cracked open my eyes just dough to see him return, holding a small, wet towel in his hand.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” he murmured as he cleaned off the drool and remnants of his cum that had leaked out of my mouth.
Thankfully, with the way I was positioned on Kester’s chest earlier, June hadn’t seen the mess on my face. Plus, the kitchen was dimly lit.
Kester tenderly wiped my face clean before kissing my forehead softly.
“I know you are fine now. But it’s okay if you don’t want to look at me right now,” his hand lingered on my lips for a moment longer before he kissed my forehead, his lips lingering longer than necessary as if marking me.
“I’ll stay here,” he murmured, and it sounded more like a threat. “Until you fall asleep. Just to make sure you don’t do something reckless. Don’t want you calling anyone you shouldn’t.”
Morning dragged in slower Than I expected. Maybe it’s because Kester spent the whole night at my bedside, watching me sleep, even as I drifted in and out of consciousness throughout the night.
It felt disturbingly possessive as if he was worshipping me some twisted way. The way he looked at me, the way he caressed my cheeks, my legs, my entire body…
I didn’t sleep for most part of the night until he stood up from my side and sat on the small couch just beside my bed. Only then was 1 able to catch some sleep.
I stirred lazily, my eyes fluttering open. It was just six in the morning, and I woke up with a racing heart. I quickly turned to the direction where he had sat all night, hoping he’d left while I was asleep, but it was a fool’s hope. He was there, his eyes trained on me intently, as if he hadn’t moved an inch.
I flinched, sitting up so fast the room spun. “What the hell? I gasped, my voice shaky with disbelief. “Don’t tell me you sat there all night?”
A smirk played at the corner of his lips, “You have a problem with that?” He asked, standing to his feet, his muscles flexing as he moved.
I watched him walk to my vanity table, picking up the gift bag sitting on it, “Who is this from?” he asked in an accusing tone, daring me to say the wrong name. But thankfully, I was glad to disappoint you.
“Claire,” I said quickly. “She asked me to give it to you.”
His jaw clenched, his body tense with barely suppressed fury. He turned to face me, eyes narrowing. “Why did she get them?” He asked, and 1 knew he was doing all he could not to snap. swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “She said it was a thanksgiving gift for the Moon Goddess-for curing her illness,” I explained as his countenance was taking a dark turn.
“Do I look like the Moon Goddess?” He scoffed with contempt. But his hand betrayed him, shaking with barely controlled rage as he looked down at the gift bag.
I bristled, wanting to retort, but something in the way his fists clenched around the bag made me stay quiet. With a swift movement, he threw the bag at me, his anger exploding in a cold fury. “Trash it.”
I looked at him wide-eyed, “What? You won’t even see what’s in it? What kind of a monster are you? She must have spent a fortune to get you this!” I yelled at him.
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