Page 62 of You Were Always Mine
“No—don’t you dare,” he rasps against my ear, his teeth grazing the skin. “You don’t cum until I tell you. You don’t get anything unless it’s from me.”
I pleaded with my shredded, high, and broken voice, “Please—Please, Kai?—”
“Beg dirtier,” he growls, pressing harder, circling my clit until I’m bucking, thrashing, my breath tearing. “Tell me how much you need my cock. Tell me you’ll cry for it.”
I sob, humiliated, wrecked. “I—I’ll cry—I’ll do anything, just please, Kai, I need you.”
He stops again. Cruel. Heartless. My scream breaks into another sob, my nails tearing into the sheets.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing the tears off my face. “You’re learning. You’ll beg for me until your throat bleeds.”
Hisfingers start again, relentless, dragging me right back to the edge. My moans are filthy now, ragged, every sound a confession I can’t take back.
And just as I’m about to snap, to fall, to finally shatter?—
he stops.
Again.
Leaving me sobbing, ruined, whispering his name like a prayer I don’t even believe in anymore.
I can’t take it. I can’t take another second of this.
He edges me again, pulls away again, his voice low and cruel in my ear, feeding me filth that makes me sob harder. My body is on fire, shaking, ruined, but he won’t let me fall.
And something in me snaps.
I shove against his chest, not to get free but to climb, to straddle him, my thighs shaking as I grind down on the hard length straining beneath the covers.
Fuck. His cock feels so fucking good and it isn’t even inside me yet.
His eyes flare wide, then darken, his jaw clenching as my hips move on their own, desperate, filthy, shameless.
“Scar—” His voice cracks into a groan, his hands flying to my waist, trying to still me. “What the fuck are you?—”
“Please,” I sob, grinding harder, soaking him, my tears dripping onto his chest. “Please, Kai—I can’t—just let me, just this.”
I ride him like I’ll die without it, broken, trembling, my moans raw, filthy sounds spilling from my throat without thought. Every grind drags my clit against the thick ridge of him, every move tearing another cry out of me.
His head slams back against the pillow, his breathragged, his grip bruising on my hips as he watches me come apart.
“Fuck…” His voice is guttural, ruined. “You’re desperate. Grinding on me like a little whore. My little whore.”
And I don’t care. I can’t care. I’m too far gone, too wrecked, too hungry to stop.
I grind harder, chasing the edge he’s denied me, sobbing his name with every thrust of my hips, losing myself against him completely.
The slide of it makes me cry out, my body shuddering at the shock of bare contact.
“Scar—” His voice cracks, half-growl, half-moan, his hands clamping down on my hips to still me, but I fight him, rocking harder, chasing it.
“Don’t stop me,” I choke, my voice shredded, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I need it, Kai—please—I can’t, I need you.”
I drag myself along his length, the blunt head catching against my clit, making me jolt, making my moan crack into something filthy. My thighs burn, my hips grind harder, shameless, every movement slick, wet, desperate.
He curses under his breath, his grip bruising my waist, his head slamming back into the pillow. “Fuck, baby… you’re killing me.”
But I don’t stop.
