Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“ARGH! FUCK! Take my fucking cum,” I scream again, not caring who hears us.
Julia lifts her legs and wraps them around me until I’ve filled her with every single drop of my cum. She has my body on lockdown, draining me dry.
Derek holds her head, forcing his cock deeper into Julia’s mouth. Have you ever seen a woman deep throat a cock that size? She’s doing it without even gagging.
I stay inside her, my thumb massaging her clit. I want Julia to come one more time for us. On us.
Rolling my thumb back and forth over the tiny bud, I feel her walls tighten. The rush of warmth suddenly coats my balls.
Julia comes hard with me inside, but I can’t take my eyes off her sucking Derek.
Derek pulls his dick from her mouth. His hand grabs the shaft as he shoots a massive load of cum all over her face.
Julia has cum dripping from her pussy, asshole, and now her face, but she still looks fucking gorgeous.
I pull back finally, falling on the bed next to her. Even after all that fucking, my dick is still hard.
Before I leave tonight, I’m going to bury this cock deep in her asshole. Gotta have goals, right?
“Whoa, dude, I can’t fucking believe how much I came,” I manage to say, panting like I just ran a marathon. “Shit, my dick is still hard as fuck.”
I laugh, my hand reaching down to stroke my cock a little. There’s still cum oozing from the head. “You’re quite a girl, Sweets.”
Derek chuckles. “Look at our girl now. She fucks hard and is always ready for more.” His hand reaches down to twist Julia’s nipple playfully.
Julia is not a prude, despite the demeanor she tries to give off, and I hope to show her we’re the best fuck she’s ever had.
If you had four men willing to share you and give you incredible sex, you’d do it, too, without hesitation.
Chapter 15
Julia
The plane banks over Japan. I stare out the window, taking in the incredible sights. It’s so entirely foreign to me, but so incredible.
We finally land in Narita Airport, outside of Tokyo.
As we exit the plane, Xane handles everything with absolutely perfect Japanese. I’m lost on every word, but he seems comfortable enough. It’s pretty incredible, actually.
Once we leave the terminal, a driver is waiting for us with a gorgeous pitch-black limo. It’s not too long—or at least it’s shorter than the ones I’ve seen in America. The driver meets us as soon as we exit and insists we put our belongings down, and he escorts us into the vehicle before piling our entire luggage into the spacious trunk.
I stare in awe as we approach the Tokyo metro. Even from just outside the city, I can see it’s so built-up and bustling. It’s similar to New York, but very different at the same time.
The way people drive or walk through the street, and the way the buildings are set up, it’s almost like everything they do and set up is built to take the care of others in mind. I suppose they have to do that; there’s so many more people than I’m used to, even living in one of the biggest cities in America!
“There’s a lot to do here, and of course we won’t get to see everything that interests you in one trip, but I’m sure if you play your cards right, this won’t be the last time,” Xane says.
“Look, this is great, but I do have a business to worry about. I know they assured me they can handle things without me, but still,” I insist. “This isn’t something I could do even annually…”
I don’t know if I’m explaining to them, or to me. This has all been absolutely amazing; it’s a dream come true. I can’t believe this is how the guys live their lives constantly!
“Oh man, just down that street there’s this little ramen stand that has the best stuff!” Killian says, shaking me from my thoughts.
“Down that way is the electronics district,” Xane says, gesturing down a road we’re passing quickly. “Anything you could ever imagine, you can get there. And things you could never even dream of.”
“The main goal here is lunch, though,” Killian says. “Xane’s place is up north, so we have a bit of time to kill before the train. But there’s no way we were taking you to your first time in Japan without taking you to Tokyo! It’s an experience, not just a destination.”
“You know, I’ve heard that line so many times in all the brochures I get sent from around the world, and it always seemed so gimmicky,” I say, nearly twisting my neck from trying to take in all the sights.
They both laugh. Just the sound of it makes me melt.
All four of them together is pretty overwhelming, but even with just two, I can barely keep myself together. I don’t know how I’ll make it through the next couple weeks.