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. . .s-stop. . .”
Still owning my pussy with his cock, he looked at me, and his eyes were calm and deadly, but his thrusts were slow and relentless. “I hear it, Tora, the shooting and screams, but I’m not fucking stopping.”
I widened my eyes and struggled against the erotic haze of him. “We. . .have. . .to. . .stop—”
“Let them come, I’ll finish with your taste in my mouth, your cum on my cock, and their blood on my hands if I have to.”
What the fuck does that mean?
His mouth returned to my nipple, sucking it in. And right as I was about to tell him to stop again, he had me higher in the air, his cock angled and that rose piercing rubbing against my g-spot so perfectly and. . .I didn’t want him to stop. . .
“OH! GOD! KENJI!”
“Mmmm.”
A round of gunshots cracked, and Kenji tenderly bit down on my nipple enough to make me gasp and remind me that he was still in control.
More boots sounded.
A man screamed.
Then, another man howled.
Kenji’s only response was to angle his hips just right again and pierce me.
The chaos outside felt distant, irrelevant, like we were behind glass—his cock my only reality, his body my only war.
POP.
POP.
POP.
I would have said something if not for my riding the pleasure of his cock.
Kenji clenched his teeth, that sculpted jaw grinding tight. “Goddamn it.”
Another burst of gunfire cracked through the air.
He growled—low, guttural, feral. “No one better interrupt me. I swear to fucking God, I’ll kill them all. I don’t care if hundreds are coming in here.”
Holy shit!
He slammed into me again.
Ruthless.
Possessive.
Final.
“Kenji—”
“I’m not done with you.” His voice was all jagged edges and blistering obsession. “Not until this pussy knows it’s mine.”
“Oh!”
“The building could fall, and I’d still be balls-deep in you. If they kill me, let this pussy be the last thing I remember.”
Sirens howled in the distance.
“They could put a gun to my head, and I’d still be thrusting. Still be claiming what’s mine.”
“Oh fuck, Kenji.”
“You like this cock, Tora?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again!”
“I love your cock.”
“You want me to stop?”
“N-no.”
“I wouldn’t even if you begged.”
“Oh!”
“Even if the floor collapsed and the ceiling caved in.”
“Oh! Oh!”
“I’ll fill your pussy with my cum while their blood paints the walls.”
And then all I heard was the thick, wet slap of our bodies and the guttural sounds he made as he took me.
Next this fucked up thought hit me.
If we die tonight. . .like this. . .it would be fine.
Another thrust.
And I snapped.
My orgasm tore through me .
No escape.
No resistance.
Just pure, glorious ruin.
I clenched my pussy around him so hard I thought I might pull him into me and never let him go.
My moan broke free, high-pitched and helpless. “Oh my God—”
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t even slow.
His rhythm turned punishing, length pounding into me with raw fury, the rose piercing dragging over my swollen, over-sensitive walls and making my thighs quake around his waist.
The sounds outside grew louder—shouting in Japanese, heavy feet rushing past. The clatter of furniture crashing. Screams and shooting.
Kenji's voice stayed in my ear, hoarse and vicious. “Let them come. Let them all fucking come. I’ll finish in you while the world burns.”
My orgasm hadn’t even ended and I felt another crest forming, rising, building into something ungodly.
Then, his body convulsed once—twice—and then the sound he made shattered something deep inside me.
It wasn’t a growl.
It wasn’t a moan.
It was a beastly roar.
Savage.
Powerful.
Threatening.
His mouth crushed against mine, open and shaking, and I tasted the sheer violence of pleasure on his tongue.
Oh God!
His cock throbbed deep in my pussy, and then he spilled into me.
Hot.
Endless.
Violent.
My whole body jerked as I felt it.
One thick pulse.
Then another.
Then another.
Each wave hotter than the last, flooding me in molten, unfiltered desire.
He gasped—loud, ragged, feral—his forehead falling to my shoulder as his whole frame trembled. His hips didn’t stop moving. He thrust through his orgasm, like he needed to etch every last drop into me.
Oh shit.
I could feel the thick flood of his cum filling my insides, coating my walls, dripping.
My eyes widened even as my arms wrapped tighter around his back.
The air reeked of gunpowder and blood now. Outside, gunshots cracked with angry thunder, men screamed down the hall, something heavy smashed into a wall or maybe a body—but I couldn’t focus.
Because Kenji was still coming.
Still twitching inside me.
Still groaning against my mouth.
“F-fuck—Tora—fuck.” He sounded just as ruined as me.
Grunting, he thrust into me again and cum leaked around us.
My walls were soaked.
The rose piercing dragged against my overstimulated g-spot again and I whimpered unable to take anymore sensations.
Somewhere outside the door, a man let out a scream and then it was cut short, like someone had slit his throat.
Kenji didn’t even flinch.
His hands gripped my ass tighter, holding me in place as he rocked through the last pulses of his orgasm, his jaw clenched against my skin, breath hot and furious.