Page 68 of You Were Always Mine
His tongue spears me open, lapping at everything, sucking me like I’m the only thing he’ll ever eat again. Every time I whimper around his cock, he growls into me, tongue pushing deeper, filthier, making me grind harder down onto his face.
I sob against him, my tears mixing with spit as I swallow him deeper, gagging, moaning, using my mouth as if it’s the only way I can breathe. My throat burns, my jaw aches, but the way he bucks up into me—desperate, losing control—makes me keep going.
His hands clutch my thighs, bruising, forcing me down until I’m smearing slick all over his face, until the sounds of me riding his tongue are wet and obscene.
I moan so loud around his cock the vibration makes him snarl, and then he does it back—groaning into my pussy so hard my whole body convulses, my scream muffled around his length as another orgasm rips through me.
It’s chaos. Messy, raw, filthy.
I’m drenching him, soaking his face, while he throbs in my mouth, his taste coating my tongue.
We devour each other harder, hotter, until the room is nothing but the sound of wetness, choking, moaning, and both of us breaking together in the dirtiest, most ruined way possible.
I’m choking on him, crying into his cock, soaking his face with every grind, when suddenly his grip changes. His hands fist hard in my hips, yanking me off him so violently I gasp, spit and slick trailing between us.
Before I can breathe, he flips me, slamming me into the mattress, his chest crushing mine, his mouth a snarl against my lips. I taste myself on him, the salt and filth of both of us smeared between our tongues as he devours me in a kiss that’s all teeth and hunger.
His cock is still wet from my mouth, sliding against my stomach, hot and throbbing, and I shiver when he grinds it against me, low and brutal.
“You think I’m letting you use me like that?” he growls, his breath ragged, his eyes wild. “No, Scar. I’m not your toy. You’re mine.”
I sob under him, my legs wrapping around his waist, dragging him closer even as shame claws at me. “Kai—please?—”
His hand catches my jaw, forcing me to look at him, his forehead pressed to mine, his words filthy whispers between our broken breaths.
“You want me to eat you? You want to choke on me?” His cock grinds harder, slipping lower until it nudges where I’m slick, swollen, wrecked. “Then you’ll take me like this. Face-to-face. So you can watch how wrong it is while I fuck you.”
I shudder, trembling beneath him, and still my hips lift, betraying me, begging for the brutal sin he’s about to force inside me.
He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. With one violent snap of his hips and he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt, splitting me wide open with a force that rips a scream straight out of my chest.
The air leaves my lungs, my nails carving down his back, but he doesn’t slow—doesn’t soften. He pounds into me, fast and merciless, the mattress crashing against the wall with every brutal thrust.
“Mine,” he snarls against my mouth, biting down hard on my bottom lip until I taste blood. “Say it, Scar. Say you’re mine while I fuck you into the floor.”
Tears streak my face, my voice a wrecked moan. “I—I’m yours—fuck, Kai, I’m yours.”
His hands grip my thighs, shoving them higher, opening me up so he can slam deeper, harder, until my whole body trembles under the sheer violence of him. My cries come louder, filthier, torn between sobs and moans as the pain blurs into heat, into sin, into something I’ll never escape.
His forehead crashes to mine, sweat dripping between us, his breath savage in my ear. “You’ll never get out of me. Never. I’ll fuck you until the whole house knows you’re my little sister whore.”
And I break—screaming, clinging, taking every brutal thrust while the world burns down around us.
His pace is savage, unrelenting, every thrust a violent crash of heat and pain and filthy pleasure that shreds me apart. My screams rip through the room, bouncing off the walls, my nails tearing down his back as if holding on could save me.
“Kai—fuck—please,” I sob, but it’s too late; my body’s already snapping, convulsing around him.
The orgasm tears me open, brutal and devastating, mycry breaking into raw moans as wave after wave drags me under. I thrash beneath him, clinging, choking on his name while my vision blurs with tears.
He doesn’t stop. He fucks me straight through it, pounding harder, forcing the climax to stretch until I’m shaking, my thighs clamped around his waist, my voice nothing but screams and broken gasps.
“Look at you,” he growls against my ear, slamming into me deeper, harder. “Crying on my cock, cumming for me like the little sinner you are. You’ll never forget this. You’ll want no one else.”
And he’s right.
God help me, he’s right.
I shatter again, sobbing his name as my body locks around him, the climax ripping me apart until I collapse under him, ruined, wrecked, his.
