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.
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.
That should be my cock.
She pulled it out slowly and dipped two fingers in… Painfully slowly while holding my gaze. Both her fingers disappeared into her tightness, pushing out more moisture from it.
“Fuck… Mine… Baby… Untie me. Just say the word.” Even I couldn’t recognize my own voice.
I didn’t know if I wanted to beg again or rip the chair to pieces. But knew one thing:
When she finally let me inside her…
There would be no mercy.
“Kester,” she moaned, breathless, head rolling back. “God, I’m so close-I wish it was your cock-…Ah…”
Something in me snapped.
A feral growl tore from my throat. I didn’t need to think. I just moved on instincts.
The lingerie binds holding my wrists gave way beneath the force of my rage, tearing with cracks as I surged to my feet.
She gasped as I pounced on her, pinning her hand down just as her body jolted under her touch.
“No,” I growled. My face was inches from hers. “I alone can make you cum. No one else. Not even you.”
Before she could speak, I positioned her the way I wanted and shoved inside her.
Hard.
Deep.
She gasped as I sank into her, her walls fluttering around me, soaked heavenly, and searing hot. I didn’t ease her into it-there was no patience left in me. I pulled almost all the way out, gripped her hips, and slammed back in hard enough to make the headboard crack the wall.
“Fuuckkk!” I growled.
My rhythm was merciless, driving every ounce of that pent-up lust straight into her body.
“Ah-Kester-
Her cry was pure bliss.
I did it again. And again.
She wrapped her legs around me, her nails dragging down my back, crying out as I fucked her.
We fucked like the world was ending. Like we’d been starving for this and had finally broken free.
The way she looked under me- so small and fragile, hair spread wild over the sheets, tits bouncing with every hard stroke I gave her, her lips parted, and eyes glassy with ecstasy-it did something brutal to me.
“You feel that?” I growled, “You feel what you do to me? You break me. Every. Damn. Time.”
She nodded, but it wasn’t enough. I pulled her harder into a harder thrust, driving deeper and watching her unravel more.
Her moans rose in pitch.
I grabbed her throat gently, just enough pressure to make her eyes widen, and leaned down, lips brushing hers.
“You’re mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to come in. Mine to mark.”
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