Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 107

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Nora: 

“You wanna hurt me?” I choked out, tears welling up in my eyes, but his expression softened. He quickly shook his head while softening his gaze at my face. 

“In different ways,” he murmured, halting my tears with just one reply. 

“Nora!” he lowered his face, whispering against my lips. 

“I showed you signs that I like you. Do you think after leading you on, I’d sneak around behind your back and cheat on you with that friend of yours I already despise?” His words made me frown, but a swift smile replaced it almost instantly. 

“I went to check on her because I had a hunch she was involved in the whole monster sample thing and the attack,” as he mentioned the attack, my heart skipped a beat. 

“Attack? You mean the school attack?” I asked casually, until I felt him shift slightly and realized the firm thing pressing against my thigh was his, well, you know–his big dick. 

“There are some things that require my assistance. That’s why I was searching for her. If I had been in touch with her, wouldn’t I have known she wasn’t at the hostel?” he reasoned, and it began to make sense. But could it really be possible that she left the sample under my closet to get me in trouble? 

“Oh!” I attempted to avert my gaze, but when a smirk danced on his lips, I frowned at him. 

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“What’s so amusing?” I asked, raising a brow. 

“You were jealous. You came to the woods to find me because you couldn’t stay away from me,” the joy in his voice made me bite my bottom lip. 

“I wasn’t,” I pouted, noticing how slyly he parted my legs and positioned himself between them. 

“What are you up to?” I asked, a bit bashfully. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like slipping this–,” he gave me a teasing nudge and his firm cock brushed against my core through our clothes, “into your vagina.” 

As he voiced his desire, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I felt a tingling sensation. 

“You’re so bold!” I whispered, feigning annoyance. 

“Don’t act like you’re not feeling the excitement. If you want, I can soothe it for you,” he murmured seductively in my ear, lifting himself slightly and sliding his hand between us towards my vagina. 

“Hey!” I gasped as he shifted his position, slyly grazing his groin against mine once more. 

My cheeks burned hotter and my legs timidly drew closer to his body, pressing him down against me. 

He slid his hand back in, this time, slipping it into my panties without warning. 

His strong, firm fingers made contact with my freshly shaved vagina, causing my body to shudder. I tightly shut my eyes as he ran his finger along my pussy lips, gently parting them to slide his fingers between 

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them. 

The sensation was unlike anything I had experienced before. The closeness of our bodies and the fact that we were in my bed only added to my shyness. 

His fingers moved in a circular motion, massaging my pussy and quickening my heartbeat. 

My body trembled every few seconds as I squirmed and twisted. beneath him, but he continued to play with my vagina without mercy. “One day, this will be mine, Nora,” he whispered into my neck as his finger found my clit, causing my breath to catch in my throat. I opened my eyes to meet Ryker’s dual–colored gaze. 

“Do you enjoy it when I touch it?” he whispered, pressing his fingertip against my clit and then vibrating it. 

“Ah! Oh my god! What is this–,” I gasped, unable to form a complete. 

sentence. 

“Don’t worry about that, soon enough,” he teased, continuing to stimulate my clitoris. 

After a moment, he returned to massaging my vagina, and by then, I was so wet that his fingers were slipping against my skin. 

“What would you do if I slipped a finger inside you?” I noticed a playful glint in his eyes. 

“No,” I shyly replied, attempting to look away. When he chuckled, I glanced back at him. 

He was clearly enjoying watching my reaction to his boldness. 

“Just one finger?” he persisted, a smirk playing on his lips. 

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“It’s going to hurt,” I murmured softly, my eyes welling up with shyness. 

“I’ll be gentle,” he replied, his gaze fixed on my face without wavering. 

I could tell he was enjoying himself. The way he watched me indicated he was relishing my discomfort. 

“But–” I bit my lip as he lightly touched the entrance. 

“I’ll shove it in and then move it around. My finger will explore inside you, Nora. And then I’ll add another finger,” he continued, surprising me with a gentle push. He stopped short of sliding his finger all the way in. 

“That’ll hurt,” I whispered, succumbing to his teasing and playing along. The rhythm of my breathing signaled to him that I was losing control.