Kai #7
“Shhh.” I kiss her wet cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears, whispering filth into her mouth. “Not yet, baby. I want you begging sweeter than this. Louder than this. Cry my name like it’s the only word you know.”
Her nails tear down my back, her moans pitching higher as I roll my hips in slow, teasing circles, grinding her clit against me but never giving her the thrust she needs.
She sobs, her breath ragged. “I can’t—I need—”
“You need me,” I growl, my lips pressed to her ear. “You need my cock. You need me to ruin you so bad you never forget your first. Say it. Say it while you’re falling apart.”
Her body jerks, trembling, her voice spilling out broken and filthy. “I need you, Kai—I need you—I’m begging—please let me—”
But I don’t.
I keep her there, sweet and filthy, grinding her just to the edge, holding her on that cliff until her cries are nothing but my name.
Her cries split the air, raw and needy, her body rocking helpless in my lap, chasing what I keep pulling away. She’s soaked everywhere, clenching around me like she’s begging with her cunt as much as her mouth.
I drag my hand down between us, fingers finding that swollen little bundle of nerves slick and desperate. Her whole body jolts, a scream tearing from her throat.
“Fuck, Kai—please—”
I circle her clit slow, cruel, the way I know will light her up. Her hips buck, grinding down on me, her moans breaking into sobs.
“That’s it,” I rasp, my mouth at her ear, my breath hot and shaking. “Rub yourself on my cock while I play with this pretty clit. Make yourself sing for me.”
She moans louder, her voice wrecked, the sound bouncing off the walls as she rides me, my fingers tormenting her. Her thighs quake, her walls clamp hard, she’s right there—
And I stop.
Her scream rips the air, strangled, desperate, broken. She claws at my shoulders, sobbing. “Why—why are you doing this to me?”
My hand comes back to her waist, holding her tight, my forehead pressing to hers. My voice is soft, tender, but filthy enough to gut her.
“Because I want to own your every sound. I want you begging, crying, moaning until you forget your own name and only remember mine.”
Her tears streak hot across my cheek as she trembles, wrecked, still grinding, still needy, her body betraying her even as I deny her again.
Her walls squeeze around me like they’re trying to pull me deeper, drag me over the edge with her. She’s trembling, wrecked, her moans cracking into cries, her nails raking fire down my back.
And I deny her again.
I slow, grinding shallow, dragging my cock just enough to tease her clit, to keep her hovering, to make her sob in frustration.
“Fuck, Scar…” My breath is ragged, filthy against her ear. “Look at you. Soaking me. Begging like a little whore. And you’re still not gonna cum.”
She chokes on a sob, shaking her head against me, her voice breaking. “Kai—please—don’t—”
I grab her chin, force her eyes on mine, even through the tears streaking her cheeks. “No one else will ever hear you like this. No one else will ever see you cry for cock. Only me. You understand?”
Her lips tremble, another moan breaking free, her hips bucking helplessly against me.
“Say it,” I snarl, grinding slow and filthy, making her clit drag over me with every cruel rock of my hips. “Say you’ll only ever cry like this for me.”
Her sob is half-scream, her voice cracking, ruined. “Only you—Kai, only you!”
I grin against her mouth, broken, feral, my forehead pressing to hers as she sobs.
“Good girl,” I whisper, dragging her down harder, keeping her on that knife’s edge, filthy and trembling. “Now ride it out for me. Cry louder. Beg filthier. Show me you’re mine.”
And I keep her there, grinding cruel and slow, making her drown in her own desperation until she’s nothing but sobs and sweat and my name.
Her body is wrecked, trembling, her voice gone hoarse from sobbing my name. She’s been teetering on that edge for what feels like hours, her nails buried in my back, her thighs clamped so tight around me it feels like she’ll break my ribs.
And I can’t take it anymore.
I snap.
My hips slam forward, burying myself deep in her, fucking her slow torment into hard, brutal thrusts. She screams, and her whole body convulses as the release tears out of her like it’s been locked behind her ribs.
“That’s it, Scar,” I growl, my forehead grinding into hers, sweat and tears mixing between us. “Cum for me. Cum on my cock. Show me who owns you.”
She shatters around me, her cunt squeezing so tight it’s almost unbearable, soaking me, clenching like she never wants to let me go. Her sobs twist into moans, raw, filthy, broken.
I hold her pinned, grinding deeper, riding her through every wave, whispering filth against her lips. “Good girl. My girl. First and last. Nobody else will ever get to feel this, Scar. Nobody.”
Her legs tighten, locking around me, clinging like she believes me, like she needs me to be the truth she can’t say out loud.
And I keep thrusting, desperate and tender and ruined, drowning in her cries, in her body, in the sin I’ll never give back.
She breaks on me, her scream still echoing, her cunt spasming so tight around me it feels like she’s trying to pull me deeper, drag me into her bones. She’s sobbing, shaking, her body collapsing against mine—spent.
But I don’t stop.
I rut harder, grinding deep, relentless, tearing another raw cry out of her throat. She claws at me, whimpering, “Kai—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” I rasp, my voice guttural, almost unhinged. “You’ll take every drop I give you. I’m gonna fuck you through it until your body remembers nothing but me.”
Her legs convulse around my waist, her sobs breaking into choked moans as the overstimulation burns her raw. Every thrust makes her twitch, makes her scream softer, wetter, filthier.
“Too much?” I whisper against her tear-stained lips, my cock slamming deep again, her walls fluttering helpless around me. “Good. I want you ruined, Scar. I want you crying my name when you can’t take anymore.”
She wails, trembling, but her hips still jerk weakly to meet mine, chasing what hurts, what breaks, what feels like me.
I groan, feral, dragging my mouth over her throat, biting hard enough to leave marks as I fuck her through every aftershock, wringing out every sob, every moan, every filthy sound she has left.
And I don’t let her breathe.
I don’t let her forget.
I make her mine with every overstimulated cry.
Her body convulses around me, raw and wrecked, every thrust making her twitch like she can’t take another second. But I don’t stop. I drive deeper, harder, grinding into her clit with every snap of my hips.
Her voice breaks, a scream tearing out of her throat. “Kai—please—”
“That’s it,” I growl, my forehead smashing to hers, sweat dripping into her tears. “Scream for me. Let everyone know who’s inside you.”
Her cunt flutters, spasming, clenching like a fist around my cock. I can feel her fighting it, too sensitive, too raw—but her body betrays her, chasing what she swears she can’t take.
“Don’t fight it,” I rasp, my hand sliding between us, rubbing her clit hard, relentless. “Give me another. You’re mine, Scar. Every scream, every tear, every fucking orgasm—you belong to me.”
Her back arches, her nails tearing bloody lines down my shoulders as her second climax rips through her. She screams my name so loud it cracks, her sobs breaking into moans as her body shakes violently in my arms.
I hold her tight, thrusting through it, forcing her to ride every wave until she’s trembling, ruined, shaking her head like she can’t take anymore.
But I keep whispering filth into her ear, grinding slow now, still buried deep.
“You’ll cum as many times as I want, baby sister. I’ll wring you out until there’s nothing left but me inside you.”
Her scream still echoes, her whole body convulsing around me, and then she’s gone—limp, trembling, collapsing against my chest. Her sobs shatter into broken gasps, her nails slipping weakly from my skin, her legs sliding loose around my waist.
I catch her, clutching her tight, my cock still buried deep inside her, grinding shallow just to feel her flutter one last time. But she’s done. Spent. Wrecked.
Her head falls into my neck, hot tears soaking me, her body shaking as if I’ve torn her apart from the inside out.
“Shhh…” I rasp, my voice wrecked, my breath ragged against her hair. I press kisses into her temple, my hand stroking her damp skin as I hold her tighter. “It’s over, baby. I’ve got you. You’re mine now—every sob, every moan, every breath. Mine.”
She whimpers weakly, broken, her body clinging even in collapse, as if she knows nothing else but me.
And I stay there, still inside her, holding her together while she falls apart, whispering filth and vows against her skin.
“You’ll never belong to anyone else, Scar. You’ll never take another man’s touch. You were made for me, and I’ll remind you every time you breathe.”
Her only answer is a soft, shattered sob, her body trembling in my arms—and it’s enough.