Page 82 of Hard to Judge

He launches his hips forward with that feline speed. What little breath I had leaves in an instant as he stretches me with a brutal thrust.

I can feel him in my throat, where his hand holds tight. His balls nestle against my ass. I’m filled, mind and body.

“Watashi no taiyo. Watashi no ai.” He kisses his way between my breasts and to my lips. I don’t know what he said. I’ve told him twenty times that I don’t speak Japanese.

I know his body language, though. I know the cadence of his words. I recognize the reverence in them.

My fingers sink into his hair.

“Thank you,” I say against his lips to keep from saying something bigger. Something I don’t think he’s ready to hear yet.

His hips move so excruciatingly slow, all the way out and then in. Over and over, he works me enough that my body smokes. His hands loosen but hold me still.

“I can feel everything,” I rasp.

The corners of his mouth tip up, giving him a sinister look. “Not yet, you don’t. But you will.”

In an instant, he flips me onto my belly and jerks my hips up in the air.

He enters me with a crash of his hips. Both his hands come down hard on my cheeks, shaking my ass.

A scream rips out of my throat.

“Tell me how much you want my blood-coated dick,” he says, smacking my ass again.

“I, ahh! I want your blood-coated dick so bad, I’ll cut myself for it! Please, Hota!”

“Fuck, sunshine,” he snarls and pumps into me with short, powerful strokes.

They’re great, but not enough. Not what I need to set me off. He knows it. He has to. The man reads me like a goddamn billboard. The light-up, flashing kind. My fingers try to grip the mat but gain no traction.

I search my brain for something that will make him lose his cool and abandon the infuriating chain he has on his control.

“I’m a dirty little slut for you. All I want to do is come on your dick.”

His chuckle is patronizing.

It makes me bite the inside of my cheek until I trade my irritation for inspiration. Without warning, I scramble forward, leaving the perfection of his cock. A zip of adrenaline shoots through me.

I make it three feet when he latches onto my ankles and drags me back. I try to kick out and shove him back. Of course, it doesn’t work. He’s on top of me in an instant, pinning me flat to the mat.

“Arlo’s spoiled little cum slut.” He hisses in my ear and then bites it. “She doesn’t know patience. She’ll learn it if she wants to come.”

I go still.

“Don’t move a muscle,” he snarls.

I nod and then catch myself.

Hota spreads my cheeks wide. A cold dollop of spit lands on my puckered asshole. My clit twitches. I’m pretty sure he can’t see that, but not certain. I bar the whimper that tries to escape my lips.

His hips meet my ass, and he rubs the ribbed length of his cock, head to base, across my asshole.

My fucking toes curl. There’s no stopping them.

He does it again and again, dragging the torturous monster over my most sensitive area. Back and forth until I’m gasping and bordering on nuclear.

“You haven’t felt everything yet. When I’m in your ass and Arlo is in your cunt, then you’ll feel it all.” His teeth sink into my trap.

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