Page 250 of The Dragon 2
Kenji’s only response was to angle his hips just right again and pierce me.
The chaos outside felt distant, irrelevant, like we were behind glass—his cock my only reality, his body my only war.
POP.
POP.
POP.
I would have said something if not for my riding the pleasure of his cock.
Kenji clenched his teeth, that sculpted jaw grinding tight. “Goddamn it.”
Another burst of gunfire cracked through the air.
He growled—low, guttural, feral. “No one better interrupt me. Iswear to fucking God, I’ll kill them all. I don’t care if hundreds are coming in here.”
Holy shit!
He slammed into me again.
Ruthless.
Possessive.
Final.
“Kenji—”
“I’m not done with you.” His voice was all jagged edges and blistering obsession. “Not until this pussy knows it’s mine.”
“Oh!”
“The building could fall, and I’d still be balls-deep in you. If they kill me, let this pussy be the last thing I remember.”
Sirens howled in the distance.
“They could put a gun to my head, and I’d still be thrusting. Still be claiming what’s mine.”
“Oh fuck, Kenji.”
“You like this cock, Tora?”
“Yes.”
“Say it again!”
“I love your cock.”
“You want me to stop?”
“N-no.”
“I wouldn’t even if you begged.”
“Oh!”
“Even if the floor collapsed and the ceiling caved in.”
