Page 16 of Bound By the Yakuza

“Oh, yes,” Tatsuya growled.

I wanted him so badly. He was sexier than any man I had ever met. He had been my first, and I’d die happy if he were my only. The way he touched me set my soul on fire. I never wanted to let this end, but I felt my climax inching closer.

Tatsuya wrapped his hands around my waist and thrusted up to meet me. He was so big. His core clenched and released with every move. A line of sweat rolled down his chest between his tattooed pectorals.

The thrusts came hard and fast. We moaned in unison, like desperate animals. “Cum with me,” I said.

Tatsuya nodded, unable to speak as his eyes rolled back in his head. He let his load spurt inside me at the same time that I quaked with orgasm. I felt myself become filled with his seed; the excess dribbled out between us.

I collapsed against him and he wrapped his tattooed arms around me.

We were stuck in quiet bliss, our ragged breathing the only sound in my tiny apartment. I wiggled off of him and then cuddled into the crook of his arm.

After a few minutes of recovery, Tatsuya looked at me. He brushed the away the hair sticking to my face and tucked it behind my ear. “So, considering we’ve already broke our ‘this is a one-time thing’ rule… do you want to go out tomorrow night?”

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TATSUYA

We hadn’t called it a date, that would be too formal.

The next night, I took her out to explore Tokyo on my motorcycle. The bike weaved through the traffic and got into all the spaces that would never be on a tourist guide. I wanted to show her my Tokyo. The Yakuza’s Tokyo. The beautiful underworld that I called home.

We stopped for dinner at a ramen bar. A run-down looking place that sold enormous steaming bowls of noodles and broth for a price so low you’d wonder what was wrong with them. The ramen was delicious.

After that we wandered the streets. We spent hours between the arcades, the tiny cafes, the bars, the boutiques, and the plethora of vending machines - which she found fascinating.

After a few shots of sake, we left a bar and stood against the building, watching people pass. The Shibuya nightlife was like any other. Having her by my side made me feel alive. I was awake to its wonder. I felt practically born again and seeing it through new eyes.

I looked over at her and kissed the top of her head. “Are you having a good time?” I asked.

Karina nodded. “This is great,” She said.

I took her hand, and we strolled down the side streets. There was a tiny shrine hidden in the middle of the concrete maze. It was these treasures I had grown accustom too that she marveled at the most.

Karina stopped at the tiny stone idol and took a deep breath. She clapped her hands together in a short prayer and then turned to me. “I love this place,” She said. “I never want to leave.”

“Then don’t,” My hand found hers again.

Her eyes reflected the streetlights above us. She said nothing for a moment and then sighed. “Maybe, who knows where life will take me.”

I knew she was hiding something. Why else would an amazing Russian girl end up in a dingy apartment on the edge of gang territory in Tokyo? I decided not to push the issue. Not tonight. It was perfect.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced down at the screen. It was a text from Kaoru.

Drinks tonight?

I ignored the text. If it wasn’t a serious problem, then he didn’t need me. Right now, I wanted to spend the night with Karina. Show her my world. Then rock her world as soon as we got to bed. My member twitched just thinking about her body under mine. Her softness. Her beauty. Her taste. I was addicted to her.

Karina gestured down the street where more bars and clubs lit up the night. “Why don’t we go there?” She asked.

“That’s Shimazu territory,” I explained. “Going there would mean nothing but trouble. Plus, with the police crackdown, I’d like to avoid any unnecessary attention.” I looked at her and grinned. “Let’s just say I have a bit of a reputation.”

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A moan erupted from Karina’s lips as she lowered herself onto my thick cock. Her pussy was slick and wet, making our union easy. I bucked my hips up to meet hers.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said and reached out to brush her clit with my thumb. She looked like an angel hovering above me. I settled into the pillows and let her ride as much as she desired. Her body trembled as she grinded against me. She moved up and down the length of my cock, holding my biceps and straddling my body. She moaned, losing herself in the pleasure.

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