Page 55 of You Were Always Mine
I press harder, just the tip breaching, stretching her slow, her body clenching around me like it already knows who I am. Her cry tears through the room, raw and perfect.
My jaw locks, my breath shuddering ragged. “That’s it, baby sister. Take me. Take all of me.”
And then I snap my hips forward?—
claiming her.
The heat of her clenches around the head of my cock, tight, trembling, untouched. My jaw grinds so hard it aches, every muscle in my body locked to keep from slamming into her.
Her nails bite into my shoulders, her sob catching in her throat. “Kai?—”
“I’ve got you,” I rasp, my forehead pressed to hers, sweat slick between us. “I’ll give you all of me, Scar. Inch by fucking inch. You’ll feel every part of me.”
I push deeper, slow, deliberate, stretching her around me. Her cry rips through the air, her body shaking, her thighs clamping tight around my hips.
“Fuck—” The word tears out of me as her wet heat strangles me, so tight it’s almost unbearable. “You’re perfect. So fucking tight—made for me.”
She sobs, trembling, her breath broken. “It hurts?—”
I kiss her tears, my hips barely rocking, forcing her to take more of me. “I know, baby. I know. But it’s me. Only me. And I’ll make it good, I swear.”
Another inch. Then another. My cock sinks deeper, her body fighting and yielding at once, every stretch carving itself into me.
Until I’m buried to the hilt, her walls gripping me like a vice, her sobs raw against my lips.
I stay there, grinding small, shallow circles inside her, whispering filth against her ear.
“You’ll never forget this, Scar. Your first. Your last. I’ll fuck this into your bones until you can’t remember anyone but me.”
Her body trembles around me, tight, struggling, every sob soaking into my skin. I bury myself to the base and hold, grinding just enough to make her feel me everywhere, whispering into the hollow of her throat.
“That’s it, baby… breathe. I’ve got you. Every inch of you is mine now.”
Her nails rake my shoulders, her face wet against my cheek. “Kai… I can’t?—”
“You can,” I murmur, kissing the tears off her jaw. “You’re taking me so fucking good. My perfect little sister. So tight I can feel your heartbeat in your cunt.”
I move slow, rocking my hips, shallow strokes that make her gasp, make her body clutch me even harder. Each motion drags her open inch by inch, the pain laced with something hotter, darker.
She whimpers, broken, her lips brushing my ear. “Why are you—why are you being so gentle?”
A low laugh rumbles out of me, cracked and feral. “Because you’re mine, Scar. And I’ll ruin you sweet before I ruin you raw. I want your first memory of this to be my cock filling you, whispering how I’ll never let you go.”
Her breath catches, a sob turning into a moan as I grind deeper, slower, filthier.
“Say it,” I whisper, my tongue dragging across her ear. “Say I’m the only one who’ll ever be inside you.”
Her whole body quakes, her tears soaking my neck as she nods, broken.
And I keep rocking into her, slow and tender, whispering every filthy vow I can’t take back.
Her throat works like she’s trying to speak, but no sound comes out—only sobs, wet and shaking, her breath tearing ragged against my mouth. Her nails claw at myback, clinging like I’m the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
She nods, frantic, trembling, her tears soaking into my skin. That’s all she can give me.
And it’s enough to end me.
“Good girl,” I rasp, my hips rolling slow, steady, stretching her wider with every grind. “That’s all I need. I only need your body, your tears, and this perfect little cunt hugging me like it was made for me.
