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The heat overwhelms and the squeeze makes me curse.

“Fuck,” I groan, my body tensing. “You feel so good from the inside. I just can’t help myself, minx.”

I grab her fleshy thighs and begin picking up the pace. She ripples around me as if distantly aware of what’s happening. As if she’s accepted the moment and wants me to feel every inch of her cunt.

She’d done the same last night, even coming as I fucked her deep and her walls rippled.

Imani’s pliant, curvy body almost moves along with me as I fuck her. My thrusts come faster, rougher. My hands grope at any part of her within reach. Her large breasts that jiggle hypnotically, busting out of the low neckline of her dress. Her round ass cheeks as I lift her hips up off the bed slightly to cop a feel.

The plush Tempur-pedic mattress shakes with the force of my fucking.

The spice I’ve inhaled makes the rest of the room seem like it’s spinning.

I’m too deep swimming in pussy and the pleasure washing over me to give a damn. In this moment I’m feeling so good, I almost forget the violent urges that had driven me mere minutes ago.

Until I peer down at her beautifully vacant face and feel the slickness coating my cock and I remember why. I remember what brought me to her room in the first place and what she’s possibly done in room number six.

With him.

My strokes deepen. Air slips past my lips as the rest of my features twist. I let a hand wander from where it’s kneading a breast, journeying up to her throat. The same delicate throat I’d kissed last night in the hedge maze. I’d fucked her and buried my face in her neck and come in the same pussy that’s clenching around me now.

My hand does the same to her throat. I give it a squeeze, watching the subtle roll of her eyes from beneath closed lids. She must know on some level that I’m fucking her. However many miles away her consciousness is, she must sense what’s happening.

An encore of last night that some would call wrong.

But I’ve never cared what others thought. What I want is the only thing that matters.

The depraved union reaches its climax. I fuck Imani’s tight pussy, my hand collared around her throat. Tension that’s bundled itself up inside me erupts in a final burst of rough thrusts. Once I’ve hung on as long as I can, I’m coming, filling her pussy up.

I squeeze her throat one final time and plant a kiss on her lips. Her pulse beats against the palm of my hand. Her flesh warm and alive, yet her face and body so erotically still even now.

Minutes pass before I get up off the bed and somewhat straighten up. Zipping my pants and tucking my shirt in, I barely fix her dress. The cum remains messy and wet on her well-fucked pussy, slick and shiny between her thighs.

A cruel smirk emerges on my face on my way out of her room. “Night, minx. Did you enjoy yourself? I did.”

18. Ryu

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When I was ten years old, my father took me to a man in a village outside of Kyoto. Before our trip to Japan, I had been spoiled in every way a child could be spoiled. No want or ask was ever too much for my mother, who believed the sun rose and set because of me. Her only child in a loveless, neglected marriage, I was the star attraction of her life.

My father was gone more than three hundred days of the year. Sometimes, the entire three hundred and sixty-five days on the calendar. I was accustomed to his empty chair at the dinner table and never expected him on special occasions like Christmas or my birthday.

But the year I turned ten was different. He reappeared in our luxurious home in Easton and everything changed. Loud voices woke me up late into the night. The sounds of my mother’s cries and my father’s shouting.

I didn’t understand what was happening until the next morning when I found out I was leaving. We boarded a private plane and were off to Japan by breakfast time.

Almost fifteen hours later, we landed in Japan. We rode a train out of the shiny modern streets of Tokyo. I was bad-tempered and exhausted by the time we approached the outskirts of Kyoto. My father refused to explain where we were going or what was happening.

Mount Hiei rose tall ahead of us. Surrounded by lush green everywhere I looked, I spotted the many temples and shrines in the area.

The man stood waiting for me.

I didn’t grasp at the time how my childhood had died. No longer was I a boy. I became a man.

Sweat drips from me as I slam my fist into the mannequin. He wobbles back and then forward on the stand propping him up. I’ve spun around to meet him with a jump kick that sends him tipping backward all over again.

There is no period of rest as I go in for another attack. I throw combo hits, staying agile as if fighting a real opponent. The manor gym is otherwise empty except for Rook on the bench press on the other side of the room.