Page 49 of You Were Always Mine
“Fuck, Scar—” My voice is guttural, shaking. “You’re soaking me.”
Her tears stream down, her words filthy and cracked. “I want it to be you. Only you. Please—make it yours.”
Her hips rock again, harder, pressing her soaked heat right against my cock through the thin cotton. My head falls back, a raw groan tearing out of me as my fingers dig into her bare waist.
She’s trembling, sobbing, begging, and I know?—
I can’t stop her.
I don’t want to.
Her jeans are half shoved down, panties the only thin barrier left between us. And she uses them, rubbing herself on me like she’s trying to wear them away.
She grinds hard, frantic, filthy, her soaked pussy dragging over the bulge in my jeans, every rock of her hips pulling a sob fromher throat.
“Scar…” My voice tears out guttural, my hands gripping her bare waist, keeping her pinned to me as she writhes. “You’re soaking me. Look at the fucking mess you’re making.”
Her nails claw down my chest, her head thrown back, tears streaming as her cries crack open the air. “I don’t care. I don’t care—I need it, Kai. I need you?—”
Her hips buck harder, desperate, grinding her clit against me through the soaked cotton, every movement sharper, more frantic. Her thighs quake around me, her body trembling as if she’s falling apart in my arms.
I drag her down tighter, forcing her to ride me, my voice a broken rasp. “That’s it, Scar. Rub yourself on me. Make yourself mine.”
She sobs, filthy, pleading. “I can’t stop—I can’t—Kai, please?—”
Her body jolts, her cries torn from deep in her chest, grinding harder and harder like she’s trying to fuse herself to me. My head slams back, a guttural groan ripping free as I hold her, trembling, watching her fall apart.
And in that moment, nothing exists but her sobbing, shaking body grinding on mine?—
and the ruin I know we’ll never crawl back from.
She’s right there, trembling in my lap, grinding so hard I can feel every desperate pulse of her body through that thin strip of cotton. Her thighs quake around me, her cries breaking into raw, jagged moans.
“Please, Kai—please, I can’t?—”
Her hips buck sharp, one more grind and she’ll snap?—
And that’s when I do it.
My hand shoots down, hooking her panties to the side. The soaked fabric peels away, and suddenly she’sbare against me, wet heat dragging directly over the hard line of my cock through my jeans.
She screams into my shoulder, her body convulsing at the raw contact.
I lock my hands on her hips, holding her in place, grinding her slow, cruel, filthier now. Her pussy coats me, her clit catching every drag of denim, the friction tearing sobs out of her throat.
Her hands beat weakly at my chest, not to stop me but because she’s gone, lost in it. “Why—why are you doing this to me?” she gasps, broken.
I crush my forehead to hers, my breath ragged, my voice a dark whisper. “Because you’ll remember this, Scar. Not him. Not his hands. Mine.”
Her eyes roll wet and wide, her tears soaking my cheek as I keep her grinding, holding her cruelly just shy of breaking.
She sobs, filthy, pleading, hips jerking helpless in my grip. “Please—let me—Kai, please let me?—”
But I don’t.
I edge her, keep her shaking on the cliff, forcing every cry, every tear, every filthy beg to belong to me.
Her body’s a live wire against me, every sob shuddering straight into my chest, every grind of her bare heat soaking through my jeans. She’s trembling so hard I can feel it in my bones.
