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 porn 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.
“What is 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 I leaned on his chest, still feeling dizzy and drowsy.
“I… 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 enough 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 in 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 I 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 I knew he was doing all he could not to snap.
I 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.
“I didn’t ask her for it. And the earlier you tell her to stop with whatever it is she is harnessing in that little, rotten mind of hers, the better for all of us, including you,” He lashed out in a terrifyingly cold tone, taking a step toward me, “Because soon, you’ll be the one paying for every fucking time she makes advances at me.”