Page 67 of You Were Always Mine
I’m choking, trembling, wrecked.The words fall out before I can catch them, filthy, broken, a confession that tastes like blood in my mouth.
“I think about it—I think about you—when I touch myself, when I’m alone, always you.”
His answering growl makes my whole body convulse, his mouth punishing me harder, filthier, dragging me closer again only to hold me there, trembling on the knife-edge of release.
And I realise he’s not going to let me cum until I confess everything. Until there’s nothing left of me but the truth.
I’m gone—wrecked, wild, sobbing—but I don’t stop grinding down on him. His mouth is a weapon, his tongue ruthless, sucking and lapping like he’s starving, and I can’t get away; I don’t want to get away.
My thighs clamp tighter around his head, trembling, slick, my whole body jerking with every flick of his tongue. His hands bruise my hips, dragging me down harder, forcing me to ride him filthier, wetter, until the room is nothing but the sounds of me breaking and the wet, obscene mess between us.
“Fuck—Kai—fuck,” my scream tears roar out of my throat, high and desperate, my hips circling faster, shameless, riding his face like I’ll die if I stop.
I’m crying, moaning, clawing at his hair, pulling him tighter against me even as the overstimulation scorches me alive. Every swipe of his tongue, every groan that vibrates up into me, drags me closer to collapse.
And then I’m cumming again. Harder. Louder. Screaming his name into the air as I grind down through it, my body convulsing, tears streaming, my thighs shaking violently around his head.
He doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t even let me breathe.
He devours me through every spasm, every sob, until I’m a ruined, filthy wreck on top of him, riding his mouth like sin itself.
I can’t stop crying, my whole body shaking as I ride his face like I’ve lost my mind. His tongue relentlessly went everywhere, sliding inside me, licking me open, and lapping up every drop of me, as if I was made to feed him.
My thighs clamp tight around his head, my hips grinding down harder, wetter, filthier, smearing my slick across his mouth and chin. The sounds are obscene, sticky and raw, and I’m sobbing through them, broken.
“I’m soaking,” I cry, my voice shredded, humiliating. “Kai—I’m fucking dripping—I’ve never been this wet, never.”
He growls into me, the vibration making my whole body jerk, his tongue thrusting deeper, harder, until I’m convulsing, clinging to his hair with trembling fists.
I can feel it running down my thighs, slick and hot, coating his face, his jaw, my cries echoing in the room as I grind shameless circles on his tongue.
“God—Kai—what are you doing to me?” My sob breaks into a filthy moan, my head thrown back, my body arching as another orgasm claws through me, brutal and devastating.
And still he holds me there, forcing me to ride his tongue, forcing me to drown him in everything I never thought I could feel, until I’m nothing but tears, wetness, and his name spilling from my ruined mouth.
I barely have breath left when he wrenches me down, rolling, twisting, leaving me gasping against the sheets. His mouth is still wet with me, his eyes wild and starving, and then he drags me lower, forcing me to straddle his face again—only this time his cock is right in front of me.
I whimper, broken, trembling, but I take him into my mouth anyway, sobbing as I taste the salt, the heat, the filth of him.
The second I wrap my lips around him, he groans into me, his tongue plunging deep, sucking me so hard my vision blurs. His hands fist in my thighs, grinding me down against his face while I choke on him, tears streaming, saliva spilling down my chin.
We’re devouring each other.
Ruin for ruin.
Sin for sin.
I moan around his cock; the sound vibrating down his length, and he growls against me, tongue ruthless, licking me raw until I’m soaking his face all over again.
It’s messy, frantic, unbearable—my cries muffledaround him, his groans lost against me, both of us pushing harder, wetter, filthier, until there’s nothing left but the heat of his cock down my throat and his tongue inside me.
I’m sobbing as I grind down on his face, my moans broken around him, and he’s growling as he devours me, both of us lost, both of us starving, drowning in the wrongness that feels too good to stop.
I choke around him, spit spilling down my chin, dripping onto his stomach, but I don’t stop—can’t stop. His cock drags across my tongue, hot and heavy, the taste of him filling my mouth while his groans vibrate through me.
And God—his mouth.
