Page 50 of You Were Always Mine
“Please,” she cries, her voice cracked and raw. “Kai, I can’t—please let me?—”
I tighten my grip on her hips, grinding her slow, deliberate, dragging her clit hard against the rough denim, then easing back just when her breath catches, when her body jolts on the edge of release.
Her scream rips out, muffled against my neck. “Why are you so cruel?”
I kiss her wet cheek, whispering filth into her skin, my voice guttural. “Because you’re mine, Scar. You don’t get to fall apart unless I say so.”
Her sobs sharpen, her thighs squeezing tighter around me as I roll her hips again, harder, then stop, holding her trembling and desperate above the edge.
She claws at me, nails biting through my shirt, her words spilling broken. “I’ll do anything—anything you want—just please, let me cum.”
My breath saws out hot against her lips, my forehead pressed to hers. “Anything?”
She nods, frantic, sobbing. “Yes—fuck, yes?—”
I grind her down again, rougher, pulling a scream from her throat, then slow, stopping her just shy of breaking.
Her tears flood faster, dripping onto my mouth as I rasp against her lips. “Then beg prettier. Tell me exactly what you want. Say the words, Scar. Filthy. Raw. Every thought you’ve ever had of me.”
She shakes in my lap, lost, broken, begging. “Kai… I think about you every night. About your hands, your mouth, your cock—inside me, ruining me. Please. Please?—”
I choke on a groan, my control splitting at the seams, but still I hold her there, trembling, denying her the fall.
Because the more she begs, the more she belongs to me.
She’s shaking, begging, ruined in my lap — and I’ve never seen anything more devastating, more perfect. Her filthy confessions echo in my skull, every word ripping me open.
I grip her waist, hard, and before she can gasp, I move.
In one brutal motion, I haul her up, dragging her soaked panties further aside as I lay back across the bed, settling her over me. Her cry cracks, wet and broken, as I press her down onto my mouth.
“Fuck, Kai?—”
Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling, her hands flying to my hair as I drag her hips tighter, forcing her to grind against my tongue. The taste of her floods me, salt and tears and slick heat, and I groan into her, the sound vibrating through her wrecked body.
“Grind, Scar,” I rasp against her cunt, my voice muffled and filthy. “Rub yourself on me. Make me erase him. Make me your only memory.”
She sobs, hips jerking, helpless, grinding down on my face like she can’t stop, her cries spilling louder, sharper, each one breaking her further apart.
“Please—please don’t stop?—”
I don’t. I hold her thighs open, my tongue dragging over her clit slow, then fast, then pulling back just when her body convulses, edging her cruelly against my mouth.
Her scream rips out, ragged, feral, her nails yanking at my hair. “Kai, I’m begging—I’ll say anything, I’ll do anything—please let me cum?—”
I suck her clit hard, then stop, forcing her to grind on me, wrecking herself while I whisper into her soaked flesh.
“Not yet, baby sister. You’ll cry every filthy truth into my mouth before I let you break.”
Her thighs quake around my head, slick dripping down my chin, her sobs sharp and broken as she grinds helplessly against my mouth.
I hold her there, my fingers biting into her ass, forcing her to ride my face the way I want. Every time she trembles close to breaking, I pull back, licking slowinstead of fast, dragging my tongue over her folds until she’s crying out, ragged and furious.
“Why—why are you doing this to me?” she gasps, her voice cracking as her hips buck.
I suck her clit hard, then let it go with a wet pop, my voice rough against her cunt. “Because I want to hear every dirty little thought you’ve ever had about me. I want you ruined, Scar, begging so sweet it makes you choke.”
Her sob turns into a moan, her whole body convulsing as I flick her clit with my tongue, then slow again, holding her on the edge.
