Page 43 of Love on the Run

Thankful I’m so wet from his earlier treatment, I repeat my movements until he’s filled me up again and again. Once I find a good rhythm I add a little swerve. Finding that feels delicious, I swerve down and reverse up riding his dick like he loves. I don’t need to see his feet to know his fucking toes are curling. He can fuck me as mean as he likes but I will always command this dickbecause he’s mine as much as I am his. It’s perfect in a messed-up way and I can’t say I want it any other way because it’s real.

“Yes,” he praises. “Pop that hot, little pussy on me. Yes, fuck me.” He grips my hips fucking up into my pussy like he’s mad. My nails curl into his collar so hard he hisses. The muscles strain, I didn’t mean to scratch him, but he likes that shit. Impossibly his dick gets harder. Like a Katana forged by the blaze of our desire that motherfucker beats into me like it’s in battle, pulverizing my pussy in the best way.

“Ohhhmyyyygoooodnessss,” I scream as he shatters with me with a shout in Japanese that would have a grown man blush. His come is hot as it rushes inside of me.

I collapse on top of him like a rag doll. He hugs me close letting me come down from our bliss.

“Clean me.” The hot demand resounds in my ear.

I don’t reach to get a napkin. Dropping to my knees I suck our juices off his dick before tucking him back inside his pants.

He cups my chin just as I began to rise. “You are amazing.” His expression tells me nothing. His hand slips to my throat. I swallow. His eyes smolder. Hand tightening, he makes me rise and comes to his feet beside me.

After a moment of quietly contemplating our guests he bows saying, “We wish you all good evening.” Stunned I follow his bow.

Acknowledging me for the first time, with me beside him denotes his forgiveness in a very public way. Taking in the widened eyes of the men present, I feel Akchiro big hand covering mine tugging me into him as he leads us out of the room.

NINETEEN

Akchiro

I have to remind myself not to squeeze her hand too hard as we walk back to the room. Her fragile bones beneath her skin feel so delicate in mine. Our fingers intertwine.

“Ah,” she stumbles. I stop, catching her to me. Looking down in her deep brown eyes wide with trepidation, her face flushed with passion and fear, I whisper, “Hana.”

Even to my own ears it sounds more like a groan. “You were so beautiful for me tonight.” Taking her trembling fingers, I kiss every knuckle, watching as her face her flushes with pleasure from my words.

“Are you okay to walk?” Before she can answer, I sweep her into my arms.

My strides eat up the distance to her stateroom. Kicking off my shoes, don’t stop until I lay her on the bed.

Gripping the collar of the masterpieces of lace dress she wore tonight, I rend it, ripping it off her body.

“I’ll buy you another. Hell, I’ll I but you ten,” I tell her helping her out the tattered threads, I don’t add just so I can rip those to shreds as well.

Beautiful and naked lying before me, she knows better than to cover herself from my hungry gaze. Her curves are bountiful. Her tummy round from carrying by son, breasts full, nipples hard as diamonds, has me longing to cover every inch of her with my hungry mouth. Her pussy is still glistening, covered in my come from earlier. She smells like mine. She is mine. I can never deny that. I don’t want to. She’s mine as much I am hers. Our hearts fractured though they still belong to each other. Beat for beat. Every breath I take is because she lives.

Striping my clothes off, I see the way she watches me, following my every movement.

“You like what you see, Hana?” I growl. Blood rushes to my dick at the way she licks her lips watching me. Eyes never leaving mine with a boldness born from loving me she doesn’t hesitate to nod. I love that shit.

Naked, I cover her with every inch of me the way she loves most, I take her lips when as I push inside of her. Our breaths mingle and catch. Tongues tangling in a dance known only to us, we gasp and groan tasting each other on our lips. Arching her hips, she takes me as deep as she can.

“I Love you, Akchiro,” she whispers on a whimper dragging me close for a delicious little kiss, tugging and sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.

Instead of reciprocating I demand, “Promise me you will never leave me again, Flower.” It sounds like more of a supplication than a demand even to my own ears, but I can’t bring myself to care. In this moment I will gladly beg her to stay. I will give her my face a million times over if it means this connection we share never ends.

She is mine and I am hers forever.

“I promise,” she cries.

I reward her by fucking her the way she likes— hard. I give no quarter, not the first orgasm I ring from her stroking through until she’s coming on my dick.

“Good girl,” I praise when she reaches the second.

“Fuck,” I grit, when my nuts tighten on the third, bringing her legs high over my waist as I drive into her soft responsive spot.

“Aishiteru yo,” I confess roughly in her ear when I spill my seed in her pretty little pussy feeling her muscles tighten and quake as tears spill from the corner of her lids as the third shatters us both. The I love you ringing in my mind like a litany that must be acknowledged and spoken aloud.

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