Scarlett #4
I’m crying, moaning, clawing at his hair, pulling him tighter against me even as the overstimulation scorches me alive. Every swipe of his tongue, every groan that vibrates up into me, drags me closer to collapse.
And then I’m cumming again. Harder. Louder. Screaming his name into the air as I grind down through it, my body convulsing, tears streaming, my thighs shaking violently around his head.
He doesn’t stop.
He doesn’t even let me breathe.
He devours me through every spasm, every sob, until I’m a ruined, filthy wreck on top of him, riding his mouth like sin itself.
I can’t stop crying, my whole body shaking as I ride his face like I’ve lost my mind. His tongue relentlessly went everywhere, sliding inside me, licking me open, and lapping up every drop of me, as if I was made to feed him.
My thighs clamp tight around his head, my hips grinding down harder, wetter, filthier, smearing my slick across his mouth and chin. The sounds are obscene, sticky and raw, and I’m sobbing through them, broken.
“I’m soaking,” I cry, my voice shredded, humiliating. “Kai—I’m fucking dripping—I’ve never been this wet, never.”
He growls into me, the vibration making my whole body jerk, his tongue thrusting deeper, harder, until I’m convulsing, clinging to his hair with trembling fists.
I can feel it running down my thighs, slick and hot, coating his face, his jaw, my cries echoing in the room as I grind shameless circles on his tongue.
“God—Kai—what are you doing to me?” My sob breaks into a filthy moan, my head thrown back, my body arching as another orgasm claws through me, brutal and devastating.
And still he holds me there, forcing me to ride his tongue, forcing me to drown him in everything I never thought I could feel, until I’m nothing but tears, wetness, and his name spilling from my ruined mouth.
I barely have breath left when he wrenches me down, rolling, twisting, leaving me gasping against the sheets. His mouth is still wet with me, his eyes wild and starving, and then he drags me lower, forcing me to straddle his face again—only this time his cock is right in front of me.
I whimper, broken, trembling, but I take him into my mouth anyway, sobbing as I taste the salt, the heat, the filth of him.
The second I wrap my lips around him, he groans into me, his tongue plunging deep, sucking me so hard my vision blurs. His hands fist in my thighs, grinding me down against his face while I choke on him, tears streaming, saliva spilling down my chin.
We’re devouring each other.
Ruin for ruin.
Sin for sin.
I moan around his cock; the sound vibrating down his length, and he growls against me, tongue ruthless, licking me raw until I’m soaking his face all over again.
It’s messy, frantic, unbearable—my cries muffled around him, his groans lost against me, both of us pushing harder, wetter, filthier, until there’s nothing left but the heat of his cock down my throat and his tongue inside me.
I’m sobbing as I grind down on his face, my moans broken around him, and he’s growling as he devours me, both of us lost, both of us starving, drowning in the wrongness that feels too good to stop.
I choke around him, spit spilling down my chin, dripping onto his stomach, but I don’t stop—can’t stop. His cock drags across my tongue, hot and heavy, the taste of him filling my mouth while his groans vibrate through me.
And God—his mouth.
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, my cry 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.
The room is spinning, the mattress shaking beneath us, my body wrecked and clinging when he finally breaks. His thrusts turn desperate, ragged, his groans ripping into my throat as he buries himself one last brutal time and collapses over me.
His weight crushes me, his chest heaving against mine, sweat slick between us. I can feel his heart pounding like it’s about to tear out of his ribs, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
I’m sobbing quietly, too spent to move, my legs still locked tight around his waist, holding him inside me like I don’t know how to let go.
His mouth finds my ear, his voice shredded, broken, but still filthy, still claiming. “You’re mine, Scar. Always mine. It doesn’t matter how wrong it is—it doesn’t matter who sees—you’ll never belong to anyone else.”
His hand drags down my side, fingers digging into my hip like he’s afraid I’ll slip away even now. He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in, whispering the same vow again, softer this time, like a prayer he’ll never stop repeating.
And I lie there trembling, destroyed, knowing I should hate him for it but hating myself more because I don’t.