Driving.
Pumping.
Every thrust harder.
Every pierced stroke burning my walls raw.
Every slam a brand.
His hand clamped my throat again, stealing my breath, dragging me deeper into erotic oblivion as his cock filled me to ruin.
Water streamed down us.
Helpless and fully surrendered, I rocked with him, not even trying to struggle for oxygen.
Dear God, I trusted him. I knew he would let go when I needed him to. Knew I was safe in his hold, even if he fucked me to the breaking point.
Our bodies were in perfect rhythm, my hips matching his brutal thrusts.
There was no other existence, no war, no island, no nothing. It was only the pulse of his cock, the grip on my throat, the fire of his bite still burning at my neck.
The coil inside me snapped taut,
tighter,
tighter,
until. . .
he released my throat.
The second my lungs pulled in a desperate breath, I fragmented into pieces that I wasn’t sure could be put back together by his hands or mine.
“Ohhh Kenji!” This earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me violent, electric, drowning my body in the shower spray as my pussy clamped and spasmed around his cock, milking him, claiming him back.
“Fuck!” Kenji roared as he came with me, his cock jerking inside my pussy, his hips violently grinding deeper into me.
I felt his orgasm—hot, thick, flooding me in punishing spurts, every drop branding me from the inside out.
His release came hard, heavy, savage, like his body had been waiting for this moment forever.
And still he thrust.
Each brutal slam drove his cum deeper, forcing my pussy to clutch tighter, squeezing him, draining him until we were both shuddering messes.
I could feel every pulse of his cock, every wave of his climax shooting inside me, colliding with my own orgasm until there was no line between his release and mine—just one molten explosion of erotic devastation.
“Ohhhh!” I writhed in his hold, my legs locked tighter around his waist, dragging him closer, anchoring him to me. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Kenji groaned into my ear, low, feral, every thrust punctuating his words. “You’re the one, Tora. Fuck. . .you’re the only one.”
My pussy spasmed around him like it wanted to drink down every drop.
He shoved harder, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes dark and blazing. “You’re theonlyone who’s supposed to take my seed. Theonlyone who’s supposed to give me twins.”
My scream broke into a sobbing moan.
Those damn words detonated inside me, making my fading climax stronger and twist tighter, sharper.
