At last, his palm left my mouth.
I dragged in air, my lips parting—ready to speak, to curse him, to beg him, to saysomething.
But I never got the chance.
Kenji spun me fast, whipping me around like I weighed nothing. My back slammed into the slick black stone, the shower spray hitting me full force as his hands clamped down hard on my hips.
What is he going to do now?!
Chapter forty
Brutal Cock
Nyomi
Fast, he lifted me up.
The world tilted again and all I could do was grab him, arms instinctively clinging to the iron of his shoulders, my legs wrapping tight around his waist.
And then. . .his big, thick cock was inside me.
Slamming.
Brutal.
Punishing.
“Ohhh!” The sound tore from me, sharp and broken, as his cock drove deeper, stretching me wide, splitting me open in savage thrusts.
Kenji roared into my ear, his groan low, furious, wild. “Damn it! Why does your pussy have to feel so fucking good? Why?!”
Every word vibrated through me.
Every rough thrust rattled me down to my bones.
The steam clung thick to us, water running over both our bodies, washing heat into heat.
His cock drove into me with a rhythm that was savage and menacingly desperate, his pierced head dragging fire along my walls with every retreat, pounding harder with every return.
“Oh! Yes!” My voice was hoarse as I dug my nails into his back. “Yes! Fuck me, God, yes—”
“Oh, Tora!”
I rocked with him, hips bucking, thighs clinging, surrendering to every brutal stroke. My moans bounced off the shower walls, my breath tore ragged as he groaned louder, angrier, more undone with every thrust.
Then. . .he pulled out and loudly groaned. “Fuck!!!”
“Ahhh!” I shrieked, the emptiness within my pussy was a violent wound, and before I could even comprehend it and beg for him to come back, his hand was around my throat.
What?!
I widened my eyes as my breath vanished.
He’s choking me. . .
His strong hand was a vice grip around my neck.
I froze in horror.
