Scarlett #2
He edges me again, pulls away again, his voice low and cruel in my ear, feeding me filth that makes me sob harder. My body is on fire, shaking, ruined, but he won’t let me fall.
And something in me snaps.
I shove against his chest, not to get free but to climb, to straddle him, my thighs shaking as I grind down on the hard length straining beneath the covers.
Fuck. His cock feels so fucking good and it isn’t even inside me yet.
His eyes flare wide, then darken, his jaw clenching as my hips move on their own, desperate, filthy, shameless.
“Scar—” His voice cracks into a groan, his hands flying to my waist, trying to still me. “What the fuck are you—”
“Please,” I sob, grinding harder, soaking him, my tears dripping onto his chest. “Please, Kai—I can’t—just let me, just this.”
I ride him like I’ll die without it, broken, trembling, my moans raw, filthy sounds spilling from my throat without thought. Every grind drags my clit against the thick ridge of him, every move tearing another cry out of me.
His head slams back against the pillow, his breath ragged, his grip bruising on my hips as he watches me come apart.
“Fuck…” His voice is guttural, ruined. “You’re desperate. Grinding on me like a little whore. My little whore.”
And I don’t care. I can’t care. I’m too far gone, too wrecked, too hungry to stop.
I grind harder, chasing the edge he’s denied me, sobbing his name with every thrust of my hips, losing myself against him completely.
The slide of it makes me cry out, my body shuddering at the shock of bare contact.
“Scar—” His voice cracks, half-growl, half-moan, his hands clamping down on my hips to still me, but I fight him, rocking harder, chasing it.
“Don’t stop me,” I choke, my voice shredded, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I need it, Kai—please—I can’t, I need you.”
I drag myself along his length, the blunt head catching against my clit, making me jolt, making my moan crack into something filthy. My thighs burn, my hips grind harder, shameless, every movement slick, wet, desperate.
He curses under his breath, his grip bruising my waist, his head slamming back into the pillow. “Fuck, baby… you’re killing me.”
But I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I grind harder, frantic, sobbing into his mouth, smearing my tears against his lips, every sound that rips out of me a broken confession of how badly I need him.
And his cock twitches under me, hot, hard, leaking, sliding against me until I don’t know if I’m begging for release or for him to finally give in and push inside.
I’m gone. My body’s not mine anymore—it’s his, trembling, begging, burning. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t stop the filthy sounds tearing out of my throat as I grind against him, bare skin to bare skin, slick heat dragging over the hard length of him.
He’s hissing curses into my mouth, gripping my hips, trying to slow me, trying to hold me back, but I can’t—I won’t.
I ride him harder, wetter, desperate, tears running hot down my face. My sob breaks into a moan as his cock slides against me, the head catching right where I ache the most.
“Scar—fuck—stop,” he says with a wrecked voice, his grip faltering, his body trembling under mine.
I don’t stop.
I can’t.
I rock once, twice, until I’m lined up, and the tip presses right where I need it, stretching me open. And then I do it.
I sink down.
His roar rips through the room, his head snapping back, every muscle in his body locking as I take him inside me, inch by brutal inch. My scream crashes into his, pain and pleasure tearing through me until I’m sobbing, shaking, clinging to him.
He’s buried inside me now. All of him.
And I can’t take it back.
The stretch splits me apart, sharp and burning, but I can’t stop—I won’t. My hips move on their own, broken little circles as I try to take more, try to swallow all of him even though it feels like too much.
Kai’s hands are iron on my waist, his jaw clenched, his eyes wild. “Scar—fuck—”
I sob, pressing my forehead to his, my tears dripping hot down his cheek as I rock on him, every motion driving him deeper.
“It’s so wrong,” I whisper, my voice cracked and shaking, the words falling apart on my tongue. “So fucking wrong—”
But my body doesn’t care. My thighs keep working, dragging myself up and sinking back down, grinding until the pain turns molten, until the wrongness twists into something filthier.
“Scarlett—stop—” His voice shreds, but his grip only drags me down harder, forcing me to take him deeper, his breath tearing ragged against my lips.
I sob again, louder, my hips slamming down despite myself, my nails carving into his chest. “I can’t—I can’t stop—I don’t want to.”
And then I’m moving faster, broken, ruined, crying the truth into his mouth while my body rides him like I’ve been his all along.
“So wrong,” I whisper again, my voice nothing but shattered need. “So fucking wrong… but it feels—”
A moan tears through me, filthy, desperate, undeniable.
“—it feels so fucking good.”
The words taste like ash, like sin, like blood in my mouth, but I can’t stop saying them. My sobs break into moans, the sound of me bouncing on him filling the room, wet, obscene, every thrust a betrayal that feels like salvation.
“I’m disgusting,” I choke out, my hair plastered to my face, my body slamming down on his cock like I’ll die without it. “I’m so fucking wrong, Kai—”
His hands crush my waist, his eyes burning into mine, but I don’t stop; I can’t. My hips grind harder, filthier, dragging him deeper, chasing the high even as the shame tears me apart.
The wet slap of our bodies collides with the broken sounds ripping from my throat. I sob and moan at once, my tears dripping down his chest as my nails leave raw red tracks across his skin.
“I hate myself,” I whisper, my voice splintering as I rock faster, harder, shamelessly. “But I can’t stop—I don’t want to stop—I want more.”
His jaw locks, his breath ragged, but his hips meet mine, grinding up into me, forcing me to take him deeper, harder.
The shame burns hotter, filthier, turning every sob into a cry that sounds like begging. “I can feel you everywhere—stretching me—ruining me. I’ll never be clean again.”
And still I ride him.
Still, I grind harder.
Still, I give myself to the sin I swore I’d never want.
I slam down on him harder, sharper, my body screaming but hungry, desperate, chasing every inch of him like I’ll die if I stop. His cock splits me open, too deep, too much, and yet I grind harder, circling my hips, dragging every drop of friction out of him.
Kai’s head snaps back, a guttural curse ripping from his throat, his fingers bruising my waist as if holding me is the only thing keeping him from exploding.
“Fuck, Scar—” his voice breaks, ragged, guttural. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I ride him harder, faster, recklessly, the wet sound of me bouncing on him obscene, filthy, echoing in the room with every thrust. My tears mix with sweat, dripping down onto his chest as I moan his name, louder, broken, shameless.
“I can’t stop,” I sob, my nails carving into his skin as my hips grind down, rolling in slow, filthy circles before slamming down again. “I don’t want to stop—I want to break you, Kai—I want to ruin you.”
His hands shoot up to my throat, his grip tight but trembling, his eyes wild, his chest heaving under me. “Too late,” he snarls, his voice shaking with madness. “You already fucking have.”
The look in his eyes—feral, undone—terrifies me, thrills me, makes me slam down on him harder, wetter, filthier, until he’s growling, losing control, his body jerking up into mine.
And I keep grinding, keep sobbing, keep riding him like I’ll never get another chance, like if I stop I’ll disappear.
I can feel it—him trembling under me, every muscle strung tight, his cock twitching deep inside me like he’s seconds from breaking. His chest heaves, sweat slick on his skin, his jaw clenched so hard I hear the grind of his teeth.
And I make it worse.
I grind down slow, filthy circles that squeeze him tighter, then slam hard, fast, reckless, forcing ragged curses from his throat.
“Scar—fuck—stop.” His ruined, hoarse, and cracking voice spoke.“I can’t—”
“Yes,” I sob, dragging myself up and slamming back down until his eyes roll, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. “You can. You’re not allowed to break yet. Not until I’m done with you.”
His head thrashes back into the pillow, a guttural growl spilling from deep in his chest, his entire body jerking up into me, trying to fight the pull.
I ride him filthier, wetter, my tears dripping onto his face as I moan his name like I want it branded into me. “You feel so fucking good—I can feel you everywhere—I want you to lose it inside me, Kai.”
He snarls, his grip sliding up, choking me just enough to make me gasp. His eyes lock on mine, wild, feral, begging and warning all at once. “Don’t say that—don’t fucking say that—”
But I do. I sob it against his mouth, my hips grinding, my body milking him crueller. “I want it. I want you to fill me. Ruin me. Mark me so I never forget.”
His whole body trembles, his cock pulsing inside me, and I know he’s right there, right on the edge, breaking.
And I don’t stop.
I ride him harder.
Dirtier.
Until he’s gone.
I slam down harder, wetter, filthier, every thrust wringing a guttural growl out of his chest. His hands tremble on my waist, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and glassy, fighting something I can feel breaking inside him.
I grind faster, rolling my hips like I want to break him apart, like I want him to lose everything he’s been holding back. Tears streak my face, my moans cracking into cries, but I don’t stop—I can’t.
“Scar—fuck—” His voice tears raw, strangled, and then it happens, he snaps.
His roar rips through me as he flips me, slamming me into the mattress, my legs thrown open, his weight crushing me down. His cock drives back inside me in one brutal thrust, stealing the breath from my lungs.