A moan escaped my lips as I tried to keep my gaze locked on his sinful ones. I didn’t know what was getting me wetter- his god-like handsomeness or the painfully slow strokes his fingers were administering across my clit.
I looked down, and all I could see was a sea of blue. I wished I could see the tattoo on the base of his length. I always liked seeing it on him. It did something to me… It aroused me. Not because my name was inscribed on it even though that added icing to the cake – but because, gods, I loved men with tattoos!
The water bubbled and frothed between us, making it even more erotic. You know the feeling of knowing that you’re deriving an unseen pleasure? That’s what I felt, and it was dizzying, intoxicating, and utterly satisfying… I pushed closer to him, crushing my lips on his as a tidal wave of pleasure erupted within me. I let out small whimpers when he sunk his two fingers into my weeping vagina, pumping slow and steady.
Kester’s fingers fucked me like he was exploring my insides. He stilled when he touched a certain spot that made me moan louder this time.
He smiled into the kiss like he had just won the lottery before parting his two fingers around that spot. Using scissor-like motion, he lightly gripped the flesh around the spot and began sliding up and down in a steady motion… I was losing my mind. “Kester…” I moaned out his name like a lyric when his lips left mine, trailing wet kisses along my cheek, jaw, and neck. He bit down on my shoulder while his tongue nibbled on the spot where he bit, creating the most pleasurable sensation I’d ever felt.
He slowed down his motion, changing both rhythm, pace, and thrusts. His middle and index fingers began making a “come here” motion inside me, gently raking his fingers over my sensitive spot, his thumb never stopping the gentle strokes on my clit..
My legs convulsed, clamping hard around his waist, while my hips jerked to meet his thrusts.
“Oh, Selene Kester…” My eyes watered from the immense pleasure, and I felt like my heart would stop at any moment.
I felt his hard dick pressing hard against my wet center while his fingers did unthinkable things to my poor vagina. “Look at me while I fuck you, Kasmine,” He growled, and my eyes snapped open, taking in his dark, cloudy ones. He was high on arousal, and I could tell he couldn’t wait to sink himself inside me.
Tears of unchecked pleasure rolled down my cheeks, and he bit down on his lower lip at the sight of it
“Fuck. I love it when I make you cry just like this,” he said in a hoarse voice, and I almost shattered. My walls clenched tightly, and I could feel my release building up rapidly when he stilled and pulled out his fingers Immediately, “You don’t get to cum until I say so,” A wicked smile curled on his lips, and I whimpered in frustration
“Please, Kes.” I whispered. At that point, I’d do anything just to get that delicious release that was just building up. “Please,” my voice shook with desperation as I searched his eyes, but he was slowly pulling away with a loom of malicious intent gleaming in his eyes.
I tightened my leg around his waist, refusing to let go, “Please let me cum,” I sounded so desperate that I should feel ashamed, but I didn’t.
“What price are you willing to pay to get that release, Kasmine?”
I was totally lost. Why do I need to pay a price? Why… “I’ll do anything, Kester,” I almost screamed when I felt him pulling away, “Anything, but, please, just let me…” My hand instinctively disappeared into the water in an attempt to touch myself, to ease the ache and emptiness his fingers created.
“Touch yourself, and you’ll be sorry, Mine,” He said, his fingers caressing my cheek softly, and I wondered how he wasn’t feeling affected by this. Wasn’t he as hard and aroused as I was needy? “You said you’d do anything. huh?” He asked, and I nodded eagerly, my hand shamelessly reaching for his hard length. I couldn’t even wrap my fingers around his girth. It was big, long and hard.
The imagination of having him inside me fueled my desperation. “Yes, I’ll do anything. Please.” I pressed forward, trying to grind my vagina onto his hard length, but he slightly pulled away
“All you have to do is say you are mine, Kasmine,” He breathed into my ear while his tongue trailed wet paths around my earlobe.
My curious eyes locked with his in shock.
What? What the hell did he mean by that?
There was no way in hell I’d sell my soul to the devil.
He was slowly killing me and making sure I had no choice but to die in his arms. I hesitated, a moan and a whimper crawling out of my throat.
“Say it, Kasmine,” He urged, his fingers finding my wet hole again, sliding over it slowly… So painfully slowly that it drew a shudder out of me.
“L… I can’t, Kester,” I sobbed, my arms still wrapped around his neck. I buried my face in the crook of his neck as I let the tears fall.
He slid his two fingers in again, deep, long, and slow, before pulling out again, “Say it, Mine. And I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”
Why? Why was it so important to him?
I was beginning to feel a certain kind of warmth I should be feeling toward him, and I’ve been doing my best to fight it… And now, committing to this? It was just like signing a death sentence.
“It doesn’t take a thing to be mine, Kasmine.” He said, pumping back in and sliding out again, making me moan out his name, “You already belong to me. I just want to hear you say it,” he bit down on my right nipple, his tongue dragging slow, wet circles around the stinging pain his bite caused.
“Don’t do this, Kes…” I begged in tears, clenching my walls around his fingers when they slid in again in at desperate attempt to keep them in there.
This was torture.
“You hold more power over me than you know, Mine. You can make me burn down the world for you with just a word,” He thrust his hips forward, brushing his cock against my entrance, “Just. Say. The. Fucking, Word!” He said through clenched jaws, obviously looking his patience.
“I… I am yours, Kester…” I said, almost screaming, desperate to stop this torment, “I am yours… You own me…”
I went rigid instantly as he slowly lifted his face from my breasts, which he was assaulting to look into…
His face.
My eyes were closed. I regretted those words instantly, but I had already said them and couldn’t take them back. His thumb brushed lightly against the side of my face, and I could feel his hand trembling as he touched me,” Open your eyes, Mine…” He whispered, and I could swear I had heard his voice quiver.
I slowly dragged my lashes open, my gaze resting on his own. The depths of his eyes held something that almost made me not regret my words… Gratitude, disbelief, happiness… All at the same time.
“Say it again, Mine,” He said, his eyes searching mine, “Please”
I whimpered, “I am yours, Kester.’
He let out a short, breathy chuckle of disbelief, and just like pouring gasoline into an already burning fire, he pulled me close in a motion that elicited a gasp from me as he wrapped my other leg around his waist with my weight resting on his strong hands.
“You won’t regret this, I promise,” He said, and that was all it took for him to plunge into me like a wounded lion.
Slow. Deep. Hard.KASMINE
The water was cool against my skin, soothing the ache between my legs, but it did nothing to calm the conflict raging inside me.
Kester fucked me like it was the last day on earth.
I floated, weightless in the pool, my limbs exhausted, my thighs trembled, my core pulsed with an ache too deep to bear.
I got the release I so craved, but it didn’t stop there. I had lost count of how many times I had cummed, but this sex -god didn’t stop. And he wouldn’t have stopped if I hadn’t begged him to.
I had begged, cried, screamed-yet it hadn’t been enough for him. All that mattered to him was Imprinting his seal of ownership on my very soul-like he was staking a claim so deep, I’d never be able to rid myself of him.
He had taken more. Demanded more. Owned more.
I was beginning to think that my brother might have a problem… His sex drive was so high that it was becoming a concern to me. Now, I was getting to a point where I got worried when he got aroused. Especially after what had happened at the office, where he had fucked me until 1 blacked out.
How do I tell him that he might need to see a doctor without triggering him? We have been dealing with him with caution ever since after his therapy on his anger issues. No one wants to be the one to trigger Kester. Otherwise, they bore the brunt of it, and it didn’t matter who.
I sat afloat on the water, letting the coldness soothe my bruised vagina. I was bruised to the point where I could barely close my legs.
Kester had barely climaxed. He only pushed himself to cum when I almost passed out for the second time today, and I noticed that had been the norm with him whenever we fucked. He only cums when he notices my exhaustion, and I could count how many times I ever saw satisfaction on his face – never.
He sat quietly beside me, seemingly lost in thoughts, swirling a glass of whiskey like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just fucked me to the point of collapse.
His body was barely touched by exhaustion, while mine was ruined.
I shifted slightly, wincing as my thighs brushed together. Kester’s gaze flicked to me, looking so dark and unreadable before he brought the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.
“You’re quiet,” he finally said, in a voice so low and lazy.
I swallowed, “I’m tired, Kester.”
A slow smirk curved his lips. “I can tell.”
Tinhaled sharply, frustration bubbling beneath my exhaustion. “That’s not normal,” I said, forcing my voice to stay even. “You barely came. You never do. It’s like… you don’t even feel it.”
Something in his expression turned dark. “I feel it, Kasmine,” he murmured, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I feel everything.”
Then why do you only finish when I’m “Thesitated, my throat tightening “Breaking?”
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