Mated - Chapter 179: Chapter 179

Pleasure surged through me like a violent wave that stole my breath. My body tensed. My release was close.
“Faster, Kester,” I cried, moving my hips to meet his thrust.
Why was he not doing what I wanted? Why was he slowing down?
“No. Kester. Please…” Before I could form the words, Kester’s fingers withdrew from my drenched core, leaving me empty and aching.
“Not yet, baby.” He brushed some stray hair from my sweaty face. “Undo my belt,” he commanded.
I obeyed without hesitation, my hands shaky as I fumbled with the buckle, eager, needy, still pulsing from the release he denied me. The second the leather slipped free, his strong fingers curled around my nape, steadying me.
“Slow down,” he murmured, tilting his head as if he enjoyed watching me squirm. “You’ll take what I give you. Not what you think you want.” His lips brushed against mine in a slow, intoxicating kiss. His mouth was so warm, so claiming, making my pulse race as he guided my hands to the thick, throbbing heat straining against his trousers.
Even as my blood roared in my ears, I obeyed, dragging the zipper down with agonizing patience before slipping my hand inside.
With my lips still caught in his, I reached in and wrapped my fingers around his thick, hot cock, which was pulsing against my palm.
Kester groaned into my mouth, “That’s right, baby. Now stroke it–nice and slow.” he whispered, and I felt my juices leaking down my thighs at his composure.
I obeyed. Desperately obeyed. Eagerly waiting for his next command.
A deep growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my lips. “Just like that, baby,” he breathed, his voice rough with pleasure.
His hands traced down my hips, gripping them firmly. He lifted me up with a force that made me breathless as he growled against my mouth, “Slide it into that tight little pussy of yours.”
I lifted myself slightly, my thighs trembling with anticipation. I hovered over the tip of his cock, feeling the sheer size of it pressing against my entrance. But just as I was about to sink down, I hesitated.
Kester noticed immediately. His smirk deepened. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was taunting. “Senred.”
I swallowed, blushing. “I’ve never straddled you before. I just–” I bit my lip, heat rushing to my cheeks. “I don’t know if I can take all of you like this. You’re…big.”
I always said this… No matter how many times Kester fucked me, I never got used to his size.
He trailed sharply, his grip tightening on my hips as if my words had pushed him to the edge of his restraint. Then, his lips found mine again. “You’ll be fine, baby,” he murmured. “Just let me in.”
And then, with one swift motion, he drove into me, earning him a scream from me, which he quickly muffled with his mouth.
I felt warm liquid trickle down my cheeks at the way he filled me up and the different emotions skittering down my spine—pain and pleasure.
He growled low in his throat, gripping my jaw and forcing me to look at him. “You feel that, baby?” he rasped, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “That’s me splitting you apart. Stretching this tight little pussy until it knows who it fucking belongs to.”
I whimpered. I could barely think, barely breathe. The sensation of him inside me was too much—too deep, too thick, too overwhelming.
But he wasn’t done.
His smirk widened. “Now,” he murmured, dragging his lips over my jaw, nipping at my throat. “Ride me.”
I obeyed. As always.