Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Kenji shoved his cock deep into me.
“Oh!”
It was a slow, brutal glide of thick, heavy cock parting me inch by inch, and with every inch, my body gave up control, breath, memory.
And I felt that rose-shaped piercing too.
Oh fuckkk.
The warm metal caressed along my walls, perfect gold-petaled-stroking along my pussy’s most sensitive inner ridges, pressing deep into places that had never been touched like this by any-fucking-body.
When that piercing hit my g-spot—sweet, swollen, aching—I choked on a moan that never made it past my lips.
My mouth dropped open in a silent scream. My body seized. All the teasing, all the banter, every ounce of humor evaporated like it had never lived here.
And Kenji didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath.
He just continued to fill me so completely my pussy pulsed around him in confused panic and desperate pleasure, clutching his cock as it slid deeper, the rose piercing gliding, rubbing, imprinting along my inner walls in long, aching, sacred strokes.
A raw groan left him.
“Oh, Tora.” He buried his face in my neck and his uneven breaths shuddered against my skin. “Goddamn. I knew. I knew your pussy would feel this good. . .”
Loudly groaning again, he drew his cock back just a little, and then eased in again—slow, dragging, obscene. The rose piercing caressed that same spot inside me, and I nearly came on the spot.
“I knew it would be good, but not THIS good.” His voice broke into a growl. “Not this wet. Not this fucking tight.”
I whimpered.
He was hitting my g-spot again and again with that piercing and in that sinful rhythm, slow and grinding. “Fuck, Tora. Your pussy was made for this.”
“Oh.”
“You feel that? How I stretch you open, how your pussy clenches around my cock so perfectly.”
“Oh fuck, Kenji. . .”
“No. . .I’m your good little Dragon.”
“Oh.”
“Tell me something, Tora.” He slowly circled his hips, angling the piercing just right to blissfully rub my insides. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Are you sure, Tora?”
“It’s yours. Oh my God—it’s yours.”
“Mmm.” He buried himself even deeper, until I swore I could feel the base of his cock kiss my pussy’s edge, my body clinging like it never wanted to let go.
My head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh Kenji!”
His mouth ghosted over my collarbone, and then he began to slam into my pussy, giving me vicious, dominant thrusts that rocked my body so hard I saw white.
Oh shit! I might not be able to walk tomorrow.
My cry cracked through the air. “Kenji!”
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t pause.
Didn’t give me a second to catch my breath or beg for more—he just drove into me again, each brutal thrust pushing me higher, harder, closer to that wild edge.
My back arched even more. My nails scraped down his spine. I could feel him splitting me open, stretching me wide, claiming everything.
And I loved it.
God help me, I fucking loved it.
“Good little Tiger.”
“Yes.”
“Take it. Take every inch.”
My hips met his thrust for thrust, my body greedy, wrecked, burning from the inside out. I was so close. So close to unraveling again.
And then. . .the sound of shattering glass rose.
What?!
Next came. . .
POP.
POP.
POP.
What was that?
I flinched.
The sound barely registered at first. Somewhere in the distance. Muted by Kenji’s tongue possessively lapping over my nipple. Pleasure pulled me away from whatever I thought I heard and I returned to my Dragon’s devouring of me.
BOOM!
BOOM!
The wall shook against me as if there’d been a blast to the foundation.
Oh no! What’s that? We have to stop.
Gunfire crackled like fireworks now, but he just growled, sucked my nipple deep, and pumped me full like it was the only thing that mattered.
Something is. . .happening outside or in the building.
I tried to say something but the only thing that came out was. “Oh. Oh.”
God he knows how to fuck!
BOOM!
While the world outside possibly exploded, he sucked my nipple into his mouth like a man starving—his tongue circling, teeth grazing, hips still rolling like a machine.
Another sharp bang followed by a muffled scream sounded.
I tried to think through the pleasure.
Kenji’s body tensed instantly as he slowed his thrusts to loving pumping. Something had changed in him. I felt it in the hard lock of his muscles, the sudden tightness in his grip, even buried deep inside me, I knew his instincts had sharpened.
He hears it too.
But he didn’t stop fucking me. In fact, he went back to thrusting even harder.
POP.
POP.
POP.
Then boots slammed down the hallway or maybe on the stairs. Men were running up or down. I didn’t know but a whole lot of shit was happening.
Someone was fighting in the building.
The sound reverberated through the walls, echoing behind the pounding of my heart.
Adrenaline flooded my system.
Yet. . .somehow still my orgasm danced on the edge of panic.
I shivered. “K-Kenji, something is. . .”
Kenji paused for half a second, cock still pulsing inside me, then right as I thought he would speak, he fucked me even harder.