Page 51 of You Were Always Mine
She claws at my hair, pushing, grinding, her voice spilling filth between sobs. “I think about you every night—your mouth on me, your cock inside me—Kai, I’m so wet for you, I can’t stop?—”
I groan into her, the sound vibrating against her clit, making her scream. My tongue drags circles around her, never giving her enough, edging her again, again, until she’s thrashing above me.
“Please,” she sobs, rocking her hips, riding my face with a desperation that makes my cock ache. “Please let me cum—Kai, I’m begging?—”
I grip her tighter, grinding her down on my mouth, letting her rub herself raw against my tongue while I whisper filth into her soaked flesh.
“Not yet. You’ll cum when I say. And when you do, Scar, it’ll be with my name on your tongue and nothing else in your head.”
Her scream cracks through the room, her thighs squeezing tighter, tears spilling down her cheeks as I drag her back from the edge again, making her live in this ruin.
Her body jerks above me, thighs trembling so violently I have to clamp them open with my hands, holding herwide while I ruin her. Every time her cries pitch high, every time she grinds harder, chasing that fall — I pull back. I lick around her clit instead of on it, I drag my teeth slow across her folds, I let her ride my tongue just long enough to think she’s there—then I stop.
Her scream tears through the room, raw, furious. “You’re torturing me!”
I groan into her cunt, my voice muffled and filthy. “Good. You deserve it. You’ll cum when you’re mine, Scar — not a second before.”
She claws at my hair, shaking, sobbing, her voice hoarse. “I am yours. Please, Kai, I’m yours—just let me?—”
I suck her clit hard, then let go again, grinning against her wet, swollen flesh. “Say it prettier.”
Her sob cracks into a filthy moan. “I want your mouth, your fingers, your cock—I want all of you, Kai—fuck, please—I think about it every night?—”
I press my tongue flat against her clit, rubbing slow, cruel circles, just enough to have her screaming again, her hips grinding like she’ll break her own bones trying to come.
But I don’t let her. I stop, I pull back, I edge her again, until she’s sobbing so hard her words dissolve.
“Please, Kai—I’ll do anything, I’ll beg forever, I’ll crawl for you—just don’t stop—please make me cum?—”
I bite her inner thigh, sucking hard until she squeals, then rasp into her skin. “Not until you admit it. Tell me you’re my dirty little sister who wants me to eat her out until she can’t fucking walk.”
Her whole body convulses, shame and lust colliding in her sobs. She shakes her head at first, broken—but then her voice rips out, wild,ruined.
“I’m your dirty little sister, Kai—please, please, please—I want you to eat me out, I want you to ruin me?—”
My cock throbs, my chest heaving, my mouth wet with her taste.
And still, I don’t let her cum because the more she begs, the more she belongs to me.
Her body jerks like she’s possessed, thighs locking around my head, every sob tearing straight into me. I suck her clit hard, long enough for her to scream—then stop, let it go, lick slow around it instead. Her cries break, hoarse and desperate.
“Please—Kai, I can’t—please, I need it, I need you?—”
I drag her hips down harder on my mouth, holding her there, making her grind herself across my tongue, wet and messy and wrecked. My voice rasps against her, filthy and cruel.
“You need me? Then prove it. Say it. Say every thought you’ve had about me. Every dirty little secret.”
She sobs, shaking her head, shame bleeding down her face. “I can’t?—”
I bite her clit, sharp enough to make her shriek, then soothe it with my tongue. “You can. Or I’ll keep you here all night, begging and dripping and never allowed to fall.”
Her hands fist in my hair, her thighs trembling, her voice breaking into confession. “I think about you when I touch myself—every night—your hands, your mouth—Kai, I imagine your cock splitting me open?—”
A guttural groan rips from me, my cock throbbing so hard it hurts, but I don’t let her cum. I edge her again, pulling back, dragging her screams out.
“More,” I growl against her swollen cunt. “Tell me more, Scar.”
Her voice cracks, filthy, ruined. “I imagine you pinningme down, choking me, fucking me until I cry—I imagine you making me scream your name?—”
