Kai #4
Her hands beat weakly at my chest, not to stop me but because she’s gone, lost in it. “Why—why are you doing this to me?” she gasps, broken.
I crush my forehead to hers, my breath ragged, my voice a dark whisper. “Because you’ll remember this, Scar. Not him. Not his hands. Mine.”
Her eyes roll wet and wide, her tears soaking my cheek as I keep her grinding, holding her cruelly just shy of breaking.
She sobs, filthy, pleading, hips jerking helpless in my grip. “Please—let me—Kai, please let me—”
But I don’t.
I edge her, keep her shaking on the cliff, forcing every cry, every tear, every filthy beg to belong to me.
Her body’s a live wire against me, every sob shuddering straight into my chest, every grind of her bare heat soaking through my jeans. She’s trembling so hard I can feel it in my bones.
“Please,” she cries, her voice cracked and raw. “Kai, I can’t—please let me—”
I tighten my grip on her hips, grinding her slow, deliberate, dragging her clit hard against the rough denim, then easing back just when her breath catches, when her body jolts on the edge of release.
Her scream rips out, muffled against my neck. “Why are you so cruel?”
I kiss her wet cheek, whispering filth into her skin, my voice guttural. “Because you’re mine, Scar. You don’t get to fall apart unless I say so.”
Her sobs sharpen, her thighs squeezing tighter around me as I roll her hips again, harder, then stop, holding her trembling and desperate above the edge.
She claws at me, nails biting through my shirt, her words spilling broken. “I’ll do anything—anything you want—just please, let me cum.”
My breath saws out hot against her lips, my forehead pressed to hers. “Anything?”
She nods, frantic, sobbing. “Yes—fuck, yes—”
I grind her down again, rougher, pulling a scream from her throat, then slow, stopping her just shy of breaking.
Her tears flood faster, dripping onto my mouth as I rasp against her lips. “Then beg prettier. Tell me exactly what you want. Say the words, Scar. Filthy. Raw. Every thought you’ve ever had of me.”
She shakes in my lap, lost, broken, begging. “Kai… I think about you every night. About your hands, your mouth, your cock—inside me, ruining me. Please. Please—”
I choke on a groan, my control splitting at the seams, but still I hold her there, trembling, denying her the fall.
Because the more she begs, the more she belongs to me.
She’s shaking, begging, ruined in my lap — and I’ve never seen anything more devastating, more perfect. Her filthy confessions echo in my skull, every word ripping me open.
I grip her waist, hard, and before she can gasp, I move.
In one brutal motion, I haul her up, dragging her soaked panties further aside as I lay back across the bed, settling her over me. Her cry cracks, wet and broken, as I press her down onto my mouth.
“Fuck, Kai—”
Her thighs clamp around my head, trembling, her hands flying to my hair as I drag her hips tighter, forcing her to grind against my tongue. The taste of her floods me, salt and tears and slick heat, and I groan into her, the sound vibrating through her wrecked body.
“Grind, Scar,” I rasp against her cunt, my voice muffled and filthy. “Rub yourself on me. Make me erase him. Make me your only memory.”
She sobs, hips jerking, helpless, grinding down on my face like she can’t stop, her cries spilling louder, sharper, each one breaking her further apart.
“Please—please don’t stop—”
I don’t. I hold her thighs open, my tongue dragging over her clit slow, then fast, then pulling back just when her body convulses, edging her cruelly against my mouth.
Her scream rips out, ragged, feral, her nails yanking at my hair. “Kai, I’m begging—I’ll say anything, I’ll do anything—please let me cum—”
I suck her clit hard, then stop, forcing her to grind on me, wrecking herself while I whisper into her soaked flesh.
“Not yet, baby sister. You’ll cry every filthy truth into my mouth before I let you break.”
Her thighs quake around my head, slick dripping down my chin, her sobs sharp and broken as she grinds helplessly against my mouth.
I hold her there, my fingers biting into her ass, forcing her to ride my face the way I want. Every time she trembles close to breaking, I pull back, licking slow instead of fast, dragging my tongue over her folds until she’s crying out, ragged and furious.
“Why—why are you doing this to me?” she gasps, her voice cracking as her hips buck.
I suck her clit hard, then let it go with a wet pop, my voice rough against her cunt. “Because I want to hear every dirty little thought you’ve ever had about me. I want you ruined, Scar, begging so sweet it makes you choke.”
Her sob turns into a moan, her whole body convulsing as I flick her clit with my tongue, then slow again, holding her on the edge.
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 her wide 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 pinning me down, choking me, fucking me until I cry—I imagine you making me scream your name—”
I suck her clit again, hard, then let it go, my tongue flicking slow just to torment. Her whole body convulses, she’s sobbing so hard her tears drip down onto my chest.
“Please—please, Kai—I’ll say anything, I’ll do anything, just let me—”
I hold her tighter, grinding her hips over my face, my words muffled but lethal against her slick flesh.
“Not until you admit you’re mine. Not until you beg like the filthy little sister you are.”
Her scream rips through the room, broken and raw. “I’m yours, Kai—I’ve always been yours—I’ll beg forever—please, please let me cum—”
And still, I keep her teetering, desperate, writhing above me, her voice wrecked and filthy, until she’s nothing but ruin in my hands.