“Oof.” Takashi grunts, taking most of the impact. Despite his intervention, the breath is still knocked out of me. His body is just as hard as the ground. He flips me so that I’m pressed against the soft moss.
“You did so fucking good, princess.” He growls his dick thick, pressing against my pussy. Only the material of my leggings and his silk lounge wear separating us.
“Get your ass off me.” I snarl, squirming.
“Damn, little one. If you keep that up, this is going to be over way too soon. Let me help you.” Snagging the material of my pants, he tugs hard, ripping that material clean off. Immediately I feel the moist, warm air against my flesh, soothing the sting of his barbarism.
I slap the shit out of him for good measure, trying my best to put as much force as I can behind it.
His head snaps back. He grins, his bottom lip split. His dick jumps, pushing into me. I whimper feeling the pressure.
“Yes, I thought so.” Swirling his hips, he glides against me, bumping my clit.
“S-top.” I gasp.
He quirks a brow. “You sure about that, beautiful?” He rubs against me making me gasp. “If you really want me to stop, say, bonsai.”
Fitting, since we are right beneath the very tree.
My words are caught in my throat. My eyes shutter. I just need a moment to get myself together, then I can say it like I mean it.
Firm, unyielding lips take mine, siphoning my breath and my will again with each blood-laced swirl of tongue, every nip and bite pushing me closer to acceptance. The squirming starts back, but it’s only to get closer to draw him deeper. Never in all these years have I felt passion for another human. It’s incendiary.
Our bodies clash and glide against each other, fighting to get closer. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” Nudging deeper, he makes me gasp. The pressure intensifies. I know I should say stop, but honestly, I don’t want to. The way he makes me take him using my response to him to ease the way sends me into eye-rolling ecstasy. His dick is angled, so it brushes my clit.
“Takashi—” My words catch on a strangled sob as he breaches me, tearing through my virginity.
“You know your safe word, Bridget.” He growls, pushing deep inside me. I cling to his shoulders as he fills me to the brink. Muscles clenching around his massive dick, I pant, feeling every ridge dragging against my sensitive flesh.
“Your pussy sucking me in like a greedy little slut.” Pressing his forehead against mine, harsh breaths escape him. His chest heaves, brushing against my diamond-tipped nipples.
Looking down, he slowly moves in and out, watching himself take me. It’s so sexy. My gaze eats up the sheer awe on his face as he fucks me.
“This motherfucker is so tight, little one.” His eyes search mine like he’s waiting for a confession of how long it’s been. Would it matter if I said never? It’s too late now, anyway.
Drawing my right leg up, he increases his pace. His sac hits my ass every time he finds his home, adding yet another sensation I didn’t know I’d like. My body spasms deep inside as he pounds deep into me.
The feeling is so strong it scares me. “That’s too deep.” I pant, fear pain my words.
“It is painful or just intense?” He presses against it again.
“Intense.” I whimper.
“It supposed to. Your other lovers have been woefully neglectful.” He withdraws, taking my thigh and raising it higher. Slamming home, fucking me right there with ferocity. “I’m going to take care of you.” He huffs. Pressing our foreheads together. Reaching between us, he reaches for and finds my clit stroking it with the pads of his fingers. I’m so slick with essence I can hear every thrust of his dick and feel when it meets his busy finger.
My body spasms with a soul-sucking pleasure, making me see stars, crying to him to stop and begging him not to at thesame time. My body convulses, the orgasm short-circuiting my brain.
Takashi continues fucking me, seeking his own release and dragging me into another when he angles to a less deeper spot fucking my g-spot, making my poor little coochie spill my cream all over him.
“Kuso yaro,” he swears. Looking between us.I almost want to claw back the moments and say, bonsai because I can tell this was a big mistake. I was supposed to be running from him, fighting for my life, not let him fuck me on the ground in his garden.
The horroron his face is enough. Horror that is so rapidly replace by rage that I’m crab crawling away from him.
Standing, he tucks his blood-streaked dick into his pants, his eyes promising punishment.
“Ta—” my words are cut off as he snatches me to him.
My battered coochie protest and being on my feet making me wince.
