Kai #3
Her voice dissolves into another sob, her body shuddering as she drags me against her harder, her thighs clamping around my wrist.
And I break inside.
Every part of me screams to rip my hand away, to save her from me. But every plea that falls from her lips pins me deeper, traps me in this moment until my chest is splitting, my self-control hanging by a single fraying thread.
My forehead slams to hers, my breath tearing out hot and ruined. “Fuck, Scar…”
Because if she begs me again—
I don’t know if I can stop.
Her body writhes under my hand, her sobs jagged, each one shredding me more. I’m on the edge, every muscle trembling, my restraint hanging by nothing.
Then she says it.
“When it happened—” her voice cracks, wet and broken, her fingers clawing into my arm, “when he touched me… all I could think about was you.”
The words slam into me, burning me alive.
Her eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling harder, but her voice doesn’t stop. It comes out in gasps, filthy and ruined. “Your hands, Kai. I wanted your hands instead. I wanted it to be you. Not him.”
My breath tears out of me, guttural, my forehead pressed hard to hers as my chest shakes like I’m coming apart.
She sobs harder, her hips rocking against my hand, her words raw and obscene in the quiet. “I imagined it was you—your fingers, your mouth, your body—every second he touched me I was begging inside for it to be you.”
My body goes rigid, my pulse violent, my vision swimming.
“Scarlett,” I rasp, my voice breaking, “don’t—”
But she clings tighter, her wet face crushed to mine, her sobs turned to pleas. “Please, Kai. Make it real. Make it yours. Take it away. I can’t breathe with him still on me—I need you.”
Something inside me snaps, loud and final, and I know—
I’m not coming back from this.
Her nails bite through my shirt, her body twisting under my hand, every sob turning sharper, filthier.
“Please, Kai,” she chokes, her breath hot against my lips. “Touch me. Not like him. Like you. I want your fingers inside me, I want your hands all over me, I want to forget everything but you—”
The words rip the last shred of control out of me.
My hand snaps higher, cupping her through her jeans, pressing hard against the soaked seam until she cries out into my shoulder. Her hips jolt, helpless, chasing me like her body’s been waiting for this all along.
“Fuck,” I groan, my jaw clenched, my forehead pressed to hers. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Yes, I do.” Her voice is raw, wrecked, desperate. “I want you to ruin me, Kai. Please. Please—”
My fingers work the button of her jeans before I know what I’m doing, dragging the denim down just enough to slide inside, finding her heat through the thin barrier of her panties.
She sobs my name, her whole body bucking as I press two fingers against the slick fabric, rubbing hard, dragging her gasps into the air between us.
“This what you wanted?” I rasp, broken, my breath hot against her mouth. “Me, not him.”
“Yes,” she cries, tears streaming, her words filthy and pleading. “Only you, Kai. Always you.”
And when I slip beneath the fabric and finally touch her bare, trembling pussy, her scream shreds me open—
because I know I’m gone.
Her scream shatters in my chest, her hips jerk up into my hand, but I don’t give her what she’s begging for. Not yet.
I drag my fingers slow, filthily and deliberately, circling her clit until her thighs tremble, until her sobs twist into something high and desperate.
“Fuck, Scar,” I whisper against her hair, my voice breaking. “So wet for me already. So perfect.”
Her hands claw at me, pulling, shaking, her words spilling between sobs. “Please… please don’t stop. I need it, Kai. I need to forget.”
I kiss the corner of her wet cheek, my thumb brushing more tears away even as my fingers work her harder. “You don’t need to forget. You just need to remember this. My hands. My touch. Nobody else’s.”
She whimpers, her hips grinding down helpless against my palm, chasing it, but I slow again, pulling her back from the edge.
She cries out, broken, nails biting into my shoulders. “Why—why are you doing this?”
My mouth brushes her ear, my words guttural and soft at once. “Because I want you to beg me, Scar. I want you to know the difference. Him, you froze. Me, you fall apart.”
Her body shudders under me, her sobs turning into ragged moans as I circle her clit harder, faster—then slow again, holding her right at the edge until she’s gasping, until her tears soak my neck.
Her voice cracks, pleading and filthy all at once. “Please, Kai. Don’t make me wait. Please—make me yours.”
And my chest caves, because that’s what I’ve always wanted—
and what I swore I’d never take.
She’s a wreck in my arms, every sob rolling into a gasp, every gasp breaking into a moan. My fingers work her with ruthless care — circling, pressing, dragging her up, then easing back just before she falls. Again and again.
Her thighs shake, her nails claw at me, her voice tears out ragged. “Please, Kai—please, I can’t—”
“You can,” I growl, pressing my forehead to hers, my breath hot and shaking. “You will. You’ll take everything I give you and nothing else. Do you understand?”
She sobs harder, hips bucking, chasing me, but I slow again, holding her there, trembling on the edge. Her tears spill onto my lips as I kiss them away, whispering filth against her mouth. “Look at you. Falling apart for me.”
Something in her snaps.
With a choked cry, she shoves at my chest, climbing into my lap, straddling me with a wild, broken desperation. Her thighs cage my hips, her hands fisting my shirt as she grinds down against me, dragging herself hard over the bulge in my jeans.
“Fuck, Scar—” The word rips out of me, guttural, my hands clamping to her waist.
Her tears streak her cheeks, but her eyes blaze, wet and ruined. “I can’t stop,” she sobs, her body grinding harder, ragged and filthy. “I can’t stop, Kai. Please—please don’t let me stop.”
Her hips rock faster, her soaked pussy dragging against me, her cries shattering the silence. My chest heaves, my jaw tight, my whole body shaking under her as she rides me like it’s the only way she can survive.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, my head falling back, my hands gripping her tighter. “You’re gonna kill me, baby sister.”
And still she grinds, sobbing, lost, breaking in my arms—
and I know I’m gone.
She’s wild on top of me, her thighs tight against my hips, grinding down hard, chasing what I won’t give her. Her sobs spill into my throat, her nails tear at my shirt, her voice breaks.
“Please, Kai—please—I can’t—”
Her hips jerk, frantic, desperate, and I feel the wet heat through her jeans, soaking, dragging rough against me. It’s killing her. Killing me.
My hands grip her waist, trembling. “Scarlett…”
She shakes her head, crying harder, clawing at the button of her jeans. “I can’t feel you like this—I need—” Her fingers fumble, frantic, until I cover them with mine, my chest splitting as I rip the button loose.
The denim gives under my hands, sliding down just enough for me to feel the thin stretch of her panties against me. She gasps, broken, grinding harder now, the wet fabric catching on me, dragging her clit until she screams.
“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 from her 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’s bare 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.