Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
"Close," she gasped. "Master, I'm so close—"
I released Puppy's cock and gripped her hips harder, slamming her down onto me. "Then cum on my cock like a good little Kitty."
She shattered.
Her whole body seized, her back arching, her pussy clenching around me so tight I saw stars. She screamed—actually screamed—my name echoing off the walls as the orgasm ripped through her. “HIRO!!!”
Beautiful.
I let her ride it out, let her collapse against my chest, panting and trembling.
But I wasn't done.
"Your turn, Puppy."
I rolled us, depositing Kitty gently on the mattress before turning my attention to him. He was on his back in seconds, legs spread, eyes wide with anticipation.
"Please, Master." His voice cracked. "Please fuck me."
"Since you asked so nicely."
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand—always within reach, always ready—and slicked my cock. He was already loose from earlier in the week, already prepared for me, and when I pushed inside, he took me like he was made for it.
Tight.
Hot.
His body gripping me like a fist.
"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, Master, fuck me, use me, please—"
I gave him what he wanted.
Hard thrusts that made the headboard slam against the wall. Deep strokes that hit that spot inside him and made him writhe. My hand found his cock—hard and leaking against his stomach—and I stroked him in time with my thrusts.
Kitty recovered enough to crawl over, capturing Puppy's mouth in a kiss while I fucked him. She swallowed his moans, her hand joining mine on his cock, both of us working him toward the edge.
"Cum for me, Puppy." I slammed into him harder. "Cum while I'm inside you."
He lasted three more strokes.
Then he was coming, his ass clenching around me, his cock pulsing in our joined hands, his cry muffled by Kitty's mouth. Ropes of white painted his stomach, his chest, and still I kept fucking him through it.
"Good boy," I growled. "Such a good little Puppy."
His orgasm triggered my own.
I buried myself deep and let go—finally, finally let go—the release crashing through me like a wave. I came inside him, my cock throbbing, my vision whiting out, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
When it was over, I collapsed beside them.
Panting.
Spent.
Satisfied in a way that only good sex could provide.
For long minutes, none of us moved.
We lay tangled together—Kitty's head on my chest, Puppy curled against my side, both of them boneless and sated.
I stared at the ceiling and let myself feel. . .good.
Just good.
No guilt.
No grief.
No shadows creeping at the edges.
Just the warm weight of two people who wanted me, the pleasant ache in my muscles, the quiet satisfaction of a body well-used and well-pleasured.
This was enough.
For tonight, this was enough.
Kitty pressed a sleepy kiss to my chest. "That was. . ."
"Mmm," Puppy agreed, too blissed-out for words.
I smiled.
A real smile.
The kind I hadn't felt on my face in weeks.
They drifted off first—Kitty's breathing evening out, Puppy's hand going slack on my thigh. I held them both, these beautiful people who had given me exactly what I needed, and let myself float in the afterglow.
But eventually, the quiet got too loud.
And in that silence, Nura's face swam up from the depths.
Her smile.
The way she'd laughed at my terrible jokes.
The way she'd looked at me like I was just a man.
The ache returned—softer now, muted by pleasure, but still there.
Still waiting.
I wish we had forever, Nura. Losing you was so cruel. . .Will I ever stop thinking about you?
I closed my eyes and let sadness wash over me.
But at least this time. . .grief wasn't the only thing waiting in the dark.
Tonight. . .there was this new emotion too.
Hope.
Fragile and unfamiliar, but real.
Because watching Kenji with Nyomi had shown me something I'd never let myself believe before: that men like us could be loved. That monsters could find their match. That somewhere out there, someone existed who could look at all my sharp edges and bloody hands and think yes, this one, I want this one.
Nura had been the first glimpse.
The first proof that my heart still worked.
She was gone now—unjustly taken too soon, stolen by the same violence that had shaped my entire life.
And I would carry that loss forever.
But she'd given me something precious before she died.
She'd shown me what it felt like to want someone with my whole chest.
To ache for a bite.
And now that I knew what that felt like, I couldn't go back to empty arrangements and hollow pleasure. Couldn't pretend that Kitty and Puppy—beautiful and willing as they were—could fill the space Nura had carved open inside me.
I needed more.
I deserved more.
Somewhere out there, she was waiting.
My person.
My someone.
The woman who would make my teeth ache and my heart race and my whole world narrow down to a single, desperate need: mine.
I didn't know her name yet.
Didn't know her face.
Didn't know if she'd be soft or sharp, sweet or savage.