Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
And there she stood.
Naked.
Powerful.
Candlelight painting her brown skin.
"Tora, you're so fucking wet." I licked my lips. "I can see it running down your thighs. Come sit that dripping wet pussy on my face. Let me lick you clean."
“Are you thirsty, little Dragon?”
“Very thirsty. Come sit on the Dragon’s face.”
“Hmmm.” She moved toward me. “But I have other plans.”
“Other plans?”
When she got to me, she reached down, gripped the silk that covered my hips, and pulled it away in one smooth motion.
I groaned.
My cock had completely destroyed what remained of the shorts. The fabric had split down the middle, torn apart by the sheer size of my erection. I was fully exposed now—thick, hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip in a steady stream that pooled on my stomach.
She looked at it. "Naughty Dragon."
“Very fucking naughty for you, Tora.”
"You ruined your shorts."
“I did. Help me clean the mess with your tongue.”
“It may be too messy for just my tongue alone.” She tsked and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you?"
“Loosen these restraints so I can drag you to your knees by your throat, bend you over this slab until your spine arches, and fuck you so deep you feel me in your soul."
“That sounds painful.”
“Pain is pleasure.”
She turned her back to me, walked to the side table, and searched through the few instruments that the assistants left until she found what she was looking for.
A knife. It was small and sharp. The kind used for cutting rope or fabric.
She brought it back to the slab and held it up so I could see the blade glint in the candlelight. "Let's get these shorts off you properly."
All I could do was grunt.
She leaned over me, and her breasts swayed above my chest—close enough to touch if my hands were free. Close enough that I could see the weight of them, the dark areolas, the hard nipples pointing down at my chest like an invitation I couldn't accept.
"Tora, your tits are right there." My voice cracked. "Please. . .drop them in my mouth. Just one. Give me one and I'll be good."
“You’ll be good regardless.” She slipped the knife under what remained of my shorts and cut slowly. One side first, the blade slid through the fabric with a soft snick.
Then the other side where she took her time.
The ruined shorts fell away.
My cock sprang free completely—hard, thick, curving up toward my stomach. Pre-cum pooled at the tip and ran down the shaft in thin rivulets.
She stared at it for a long moment and her lips parted. “I never thought cocks were beautiful until I first saw yours.”
She ran a single finger up the length of it, tracing the vein that pulsed under the skin, the piercing, and sparking a jolt of pleasure so intense I could barely breathe.
Her touch was light, teasing. A soft brush of skin on skin that set my nerves on fire.
“Tora. . .” My voice twisted with need. “P-please.”
Sweat trickled down my chest, and every muscle in my body strained against the restraints.
She ignored my plea. Her attention was focused entirely on my cock. Fascination gleamed in her eyes.
Then she climbed onto the slab and straddled my thighs. Her wet pussy hovered inches above my cock, her arousal dripped down onto the shaft. "I'm going to ride."
My body ached as I groaned.
"I'm going to sink down on your cock slow. Take every inch until you're so deep inside me you can feel my heartbeat through your shaft." She rolled her hips and her wet folds grazed the head of my cock.
“Oh fuck, Tora. Stop torturing me.”
“How am I torturing you, baby?”
I yanked at the restraints, but they were doing a good job of keeping me there.
“What do you want, Kenji?”
I sneered. “You know what the fuck I want.”
“Do I?”
“Do you know how dangerous this is? Don’t forget who the fuck I am, Tora?”
“Aww. You’re the big, bad Dragon. You run Japan.”
“I run Asia.”
“Talk that shit.”
“Take off the restraints.”
"No.”
“Tora, I will call for my Fangs.”
She chuckled. “Not the big, bad fire breathing Dragon begging his Fangs to free him.”
I sneered some more.
“You’re going to stay in those restraints and feel me bounce on your cock until your eyes roll back and your legs shake and you forget every woman who ever touched you before me."
My mouth went dry. “I’ve long forgotten them. As far as I’m concerned, there was no woman before you.”
"Good. Then, I'm going to ride you so hard that every time you sit on your throne, every time you stand in front of your men, every time you give an order—you'll feel my wet pussy wrapped around your cock.”
Stunned, I stared at her.
My chest heaved.
My cock throbbed so hard against her wet folds that I could feel my own pulse hammering between us.
She tilted her head. "Nothing to say, Dragon?"