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“Yes, it would be,” I replied, pushing a little more inside of her. “A man who doesn’t know how to properly use his toy is just a boy.”

“Just go for it. It won’t change anything.”

“You’re wrong,koibito. It changes everything.” I pushed a bit more, and she let out a little gasp at the first barbell. I pulled back and pushed in again, going in and out with shallow thrusts, pushing in a little more with every forward movement. I kept my eyes on her face, making sure there was no pain there.

The rational part of me knew it was going to be fine; she was built forme, and I was constructed for her. She was myikigai,after all, even if it was not something I intended to tell her.

I kept my thrusting slow, and it took most of my willpower. It was so difficult not to simply settle in her tight heat.

At my last thrust, I was in to the hilt, and I let out a little huff of relief as all I saw was a marvel and the most terrifying love.

She smiled a little and raised her hips. “Oh! I’m so…”

“So?” I encouraged, detailing her face and the adorable little frown that appeared between her brows.

She raised her hips again. “I’m so… high,” she replied as if she could not pinpoint how she felt.

Make that two of us, koibito. The intensity of the pleasure of just tasting her, being inside her, was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It felt like I’d just reached the door of heaven, and I knew I’d die a happy man.

She moved her head to kiss my shoulder, and I started to thrust a bit more forcefully, pulling my cock out completely and sinking back to the hilt. She let out a long moan, and I grinned against her neck.

Yes, that’s what I wanted to hear. I picked up the pace, encouraged by her cries of pleasure, her hip movements, and the way she hooked her leg around my hip to deepen the angle of penetration, and finally let go of the little control I had left, getting lost in the heaven of her arms.

I was losing myself with her; it was more than an addiction. It was just her—she was everything.

I was getting close, too close, too fast, and the only reassurancewas that her cries were getting louder, her hip movements just as erratic as mine.

“Rub your clit for me, sweetheart,” I huffed as I felt my balls tighten, knowing I was a couple of movements away from exploding in pleasure.

She shook her head with a broken moan but still reached between us, and just as her fingers brushed her swollen clit, she opened her eyes wide and arched her back, her mouth opening in a silent cry. Fuck, she was absolutely stunning as she orgasmed.

She tightened almost painfully around my length, and I had no choice but to let go and follow her into the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I could feel it all the way to my bones, and I knew that nothing could ever compare to sex with Hope.

But it was not just sex, was it? No, it was love—I made love to her; I got lost in her in ways I would have never allowed with anyone else.

I fell on top of her, and she wrapped herself around me as if she wanted to keep me deep inside of her. As if I ever wanted to move from the delicious bliss her body was.

She kissed the side of my head. “Thank you,” she said with a voice far more emotional than I would have expected.

I was about to turn my head when she continued. “Thank you for showing me I was not broken. Thank you for showing me sex was pleasurable.”

I turned my head and kissed the side of her neck.

“I’m a big fan of yourappendage,” she said with a low, self-conscious chuckle. “And those piercings…” She tightened her walls around my softening cock. “They’resomething else.”

“Give me a few minutes, and then I’ll show you how they feel on your tongue.”

She chuckled again and let out a sigh. “I love you, Jiro Saito.”

I tensed but kissed her neck. I could not say it back. It was just the heat of passion talking, her gratefulness at showing her she was not damaged. I could not reciprocate because I knew that if I did, I would never let her go.

Chapter 11

Hope

The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft hues as I gradually awakened from a night of passion. My body felt pleasantly sore, a lingering reminder of the intensity of our lovemaking. I turned my head to the side, myheart skipping a beat as I looked at Jiro. His features were relaxed in sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

I smiled, looking at him for a while. He had kept his promise and gave me six orgasms before the sun started to rise.

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