I slammed the window shut and turned back to Karina. “Now that the trash has been taken out… Where were we again?”
“I believe you were about to kiss me.” Karina’s eyes glittered with lust.
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KARINA
Tatsuya’s smile was enough to melt my panties. How could someone have such a mischievous, boyish grin and smolder like a sex god at the same time?
His kiss tasted like smoke and saké. Heat rose up in my body and took hold of my mind. I wanted him more than I had words to describe. My whole life I had separated myself from physical pleasure, knowing better than to get tangled up in banging a Russian mafia soldier. Now I was here, miles away in the arms of a Yakuza.
I knew what my body wanted and judging from how his hardness pressed against me, he did too. I pulled away and looked into his brown eyes. They were flaming with desire.
I kissed him again. “Do you want me?” I whispered against his mouth.
“More than anything,” He groaned as I pressed my body on his.
“No strings attached?”
“One time thing.”
“Promise?”
“I give you my word.”
We crashed together in a storm of hot kisses. There was no holding back anymore. The tension had finally been cut loose, and we were barreling down a path of passion with no signs of stopping.
Tatsuya shrugged off his leather motorcycle jacket. Next came his gun holsters and knife that he kept strapped to his chest; it fell to the floor with a clatter.
I ran my fingers against his chest, feeling every ripple of muscle underneath his gray t-shirt. Every inch of him was hard, defined lean. My lips trembled as I spoke. “I want you so bad,” I whispered, and I unbuckled his belt.
The look in his eyes let me know that the feeling was mutual. He pulled off his shirt with one motion, revealing the tight muscle and beautiful irezumi tattoos that covered nearly every inch of his torso, except for a line down the center of his chest. Demons, dragons, and flowers mixed together in between waves of traditional Japanese style art. A jagged scar from a gunshot wound ran just under his ribs.
The captivation I felt when looking at his traditional tattoos disappeared as he pulled his jeans down over his hips and his cock sprung free. It was big and thick, with a bead of precum rolling down the tip. It was throbbing, demanding to be pleasured.
“I thought dicks were only that big in porn,” I said and then clapped my hand over my mouth, realizing I had spoken my thoughts aloud.
Tatsuya raised his eyebrows. “You watch porn?” His lips twitched with a mischievous smile.
I turned red. “Maybe once or twice,” I lied.
“Hey, no judgment here,” Tatsuya chuckled. He ran his hand down over his defined abs and held his manhood at the base. “Naughty girl, come here and have a taste.”
I knelt down, obediently following his order. I didn’t hesitate to lick the precum from the head of his cock, which jumped as my tongue touched it. I plunged his thickness into my mouth to suck every drop that escaped him.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” He groaned as he moved his hands over my head and released the loose bun. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed me down harder on his cock.
I moved up and down rhythmically, feeling his manhood respond to my rolling tongue and lips. More precum escaped. Wetness dribbled down my chin. I looked up and our eyes locked. When he let go of my hair, I pulled away for a breath, continuing to stroke his cock with my hand.
“Mm, you are so good at that,” Tatsuya moaned as he looked down at me. He cupped my cheek with his hand. “But now, I’d like to give you something.”
I wasn’t ready for my turn yet. Instead, I took him into my mouth again, sucking as I moved my head up and down. I cradled his balls with one hand.
“Ah, fuck,” Tatsuya groaned and grabbed my hair to push me down harder. His hips pushed forward to meet my every stroke. “Darling, if you let me fuck your face, I’m going to cum.”
That was exactly what I wanted. I opened my mouth wide and let him push down my throat, taking every inch of him and holding my breath as he thrust inside.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” He groaned.