Thop! Thop! Thop!
"Ah! Aanh! Mmph!"
The motel's tubelight cast a faint glow over two naked bodies moving in tangled rhythm, skin slick with sweat. The blonde gasped in breathless moans, leaning on the bed for balance as a firm grip in her hair set the pace. Her eyes burned with raw desire, her mouth open and tongue hanging out as she struggled to catch her breath. Her back arched instinctively, meeting every deep, relentless thrust from behind.
The lucky guy, having her from behind was Riku Hayashi.
He was a man in his late 40s but with a well-built, muscled body. His performance was top notch as he had his way with the blonde.
He felt extreme pleasure in humping this white beauty, who was half his age, as he observed the wave of her hips pulsing on each thrust.
Their bodies moved together smoothly, the soft creak of the bed matching their growing closeness.
He leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made her smile slightly. Her eyes closed as she relaxed into the moment.
He paused briefly to look at her—her cheeks were flushed, her hair tousled, and the way she looked back at him with eyes searching for reasoning…
It wasn't just lust. There was a raw honesty in how they touched, in how they let themselves be vulnerable in this fleeting night. She needed it as she asked pleadingly,"Why stop?"
"You're incredible," he whispered, brushing strands of hair from her face.
She pressed her body closer, pressing her hips against him with a desperate urgency. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Don't stop Riku... Fill me up! I don't want this night to end."
He smirked.
He moved again, not to continue, but to pull out. He shifted to adjust their position with ease.
In one fluid motion, he flipped her over and firmly gripped her thighs. he pulled her closer as he spread her wide.
Then with a slow, teasing grind, he rubbed his thing against her narrow passage.
She was slippery but he didnt rushed in and savored the moment as he looked directly into her beautiful face, tracing out all the expressions she made in desperation.
Her breath got caught, her face turned red. It was sharp and needy, as the friction sent a shiver through her spine.
Just the anticipation made her tremble.
Riku watched her carefully with a steady gaze, his lips curved into a faint smirk.
"What, only tonight?" he tone laced with mischief. "You really think I'm stopping after just one night?"
Her nether region was leaking juices, just by anticipating the tension that would soon unfold there, and she couldn't hold it and let out a murmur in a soft but sweet pleading tone. "Please... I can't take it anymore. Just give it to me."
The seasoned man kept rubbing his thing on her, evading her hands to draw out the most unforgettable expression of the beautiful face that many men would die for having a glance at.
To add more cream to the ice, he even gently cupped her soft bosoms and leaned in for a kiss and entangled their tongues together.
He brought her face, eye to an eye and teased by gently licking her nosetip.
"So much for being a fealty housewife, huh? Now look at you—begging to be punished like a deranged slave."
The woman moaned as she wrapped her hands on his neck, "Mmh, yes, I'm your deranged slave. Please punish me hard, master." she took out her tongue and teased back by licking his chin. "I am ready to take all in."
With a smirk, he entered her and gave in to her completely. They pressed hard against each other, exploring the pleasure of their bodies. The session continued for some time with heightened intensity until, with a guttural moan, Riku released his white load in her womb and leaned beside the woman.
Both were spent and totally exhausted; as they tried to grab more of the air, they felt lost due to the intense activity.
Riku took a moment to catch his breath, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he lay still.
He was just starting to relax when he felt a soft, warm weight press against his chest—the plush sensation of her milky breasts settling on him. Pale arms wrapped gently around his abdomen as she leaned over him for support, drawing his attention.
With a playful stretch, her slender fingers reached down to his semi-erect shaft, still slick with their mixed juices.
She gave the tip a teasing rub, her thumb gliding over the sensitive foreskin as she murmured with a sly grin,
"Even when you're not fully hard... it's still so thick."
A faint, mischievous smile curled on her pink lips as she pressed her breasts slightly harder against his chest, clearly teasing him for a reaction.
Riku smirked, his voice teasing.
"Can't really blame me, can you? Getting stroked by a beauty like you... Seriously, Natasha—who'd believe that the next CEO of Qualcomm is here with her fast ass, still dripping from my thick load?"
Natasha gave a soft laugh, almost as if flattered. Her fingers slid down between her legs to check, and finding his liquid still oozing out, she gave an amused, almost wicked grin.
With a playful flick of her tongue, she brought it to her lips and moaned softly.
"Mmm… It's actually thick… better than my husband's."
Then with a sigh that held just a hint of regret, she added,
"I was hoping to have it in my mouth… But instead, you ended up shooting deep inside. Trying to give me a baby, hmm?"
Her tone was playful, but her eyes held a mischievous spark.
Riku chuckled, giving her ass a sharp spank that made her gasp and pout.
"Instincts, babe. Just marking what's mine. But hey, if you're feeling generous, I'm already hard again. You can still give me that oral service right now."
He grabbed her hand and guided it down to his shaft.
Natasha blinked, surprised to feel him fully upright again. Even her husband needed time to recover after finishing, but Riku was like a machine. Still, she feigned resistance.
"You think you can own me just because you helped me get what was mine in the first place? And look at your age... you're like an ajhussi."
Yet her hand didn't leave his thing—instead, her grip only tightened, betraying her growing desire.
Riku pretended to be wounded and then placed a soft kiss on her flushed cheek.
"Mrs. Sterling, need I remind you... I'm not just the guy who helped you get those internal files to expose your ex-CEO husband.
I'm also the one who traced his harassment emails, uncovered the office scandal with his secretary, and even gave you the video evidence for that perfect divorce settlement.
Tell me—who else would've gone this far for you?"
Natasha smirked, tightening her grip on him with sudden force, trying to assert control.
"And in return, you're sleeping with me tonight… along with that one million dollars already wired to your account."
But her attempt at control faltered the moment Riku held the back of her neck and guided her down. Her resistance faded, replaced by a forgotten hunger that stirred deep within.
He let out a low groan of satisfaction.
"Enough talk. The night's not over yet."
She gasped for breath as he let go, her lips glistening.
"Only for tonight? So you're backing down from that big talk about owning me?"
Riku grinned darkly.
"New terms and conditions applied… only if you can satisfy me, sweetheart!"
Natasha's tongue traced from the base to the tip, savoring him like a decadent treat. She kissed the swollen crown before taking him into her mouth, moving with tender precision and deliberate care, each motion dripping with control.
Her rhythm was mesmerizing—teasing yet purposeful. Riku felt as if he were being drawn to the edge of release; her warmth and expertise made it almost too much to handle. He bit his lip, trying to contain the growing tension.
Her breasts brushed against his thighs, sending shivers through him like a soft electric pulse. As he ran his hands over them, he let out a ragged breath and muttered with a crooked grin, "You suck like a pro… I think my soul's about to leave my body."
She gave him a mischievous look, eyes glinting with mock offence. "Oh? That good, huh?"
Then, without warning, she adjusted herself and pressed her breasts around his little brother, trapping it between her soft curves.
Riku was on cloud nine . After just few strokes, he couldn't hold back with higtened sensations. He grabbed her head, pulling it deep onto him, thrusting down as he released—three consecutive bursts. His body trembled with pleasure, as if he had touched the very state of Nirvana.
However, something else burst open at that moment—the door cracked open with a loud thud.
A sharp voice cut through the air.
"Hands up, Riku! You're under arrest for cyber—"
The woman officer froze mid-sentence, her eyes locking onto the scene in front of her.
The two officers soon entered and were equally shocked to find the American blonde covered in white cream—both her mouth and between her legs. She cried, trying to wrap herself in a blanket for cover.
The culprit smirked as he slipped on his underwear and mocked, "A little Decency, huh? You barge in like stormtroopers and then blush like schoolgirls. Shouldn't a real officer know when to look away?"
The female officer flinched, then quickly ordered the others, "Eyes off! Secure the room!"
Suddenly, the half-opened door slammed wide open again, but this time it was not the cop but a foreign man. His eyes were blazing with anger as he stormed in.
"Natasha!" he roared.
'Isn't that her husband? He might have followed or accompanied the cops… maybe even brought them here. Damn my luck!' Riku cursed inwardly.
He saw the state of his wife and, without a second thought, pulled a gun from inside his coat.
"You fucking whore! You dare defy me!"
He pointed his gun at her as he gave his judgement.
"I will kill you myself!"
"Wait—!" the officer shouted, lunging forward.
But Riku stepped in between, shielding the woman behind him.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Blood sprayed.
Riku collapsed, clutching his chest as crimson poured from the gaping wound.
The woman screamed in panic as the husband was immediately tackled by the officers. His arm twisted behind his back as one of them growled,
"You've just assaulted a Japanese citizen, Mr. Sterling. You'll have to answer for that."
The woman officer rushed to Natasha, wrapping a coat around her as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Are you hurt? Can you stand?"
""H-he… he shot him! He shot Riku!" Natasha's voice cracked in panic.
As Riku lay on the floor, blood seeping from his wound, his fading vision caught a final glimpse of the woman being comforted… the husband being dragged away… the chaos fading to silence.
His last thought echoed as a faint smirk lingered on his face—
'I never meant for it to end this way… but was worth it, eh!'
And darkness took him.
However, he soon awoke—not as Riku Hayashi, but as a teenager in a much more distant land he never thought he would fare in his life.