Her Ruin

75. The L-word 🌶️🌶️🌶️

AKEMI

The human mind is a fucked up instrument, capable of holding down an empire while simultaneously dropping the 'L-word' at the absolute worst possible time.

If my rivals knew that three words and twelve inches of silicone were all it took to make the head of the Tanaka clan surrender, I'd be dethroned by morning.

The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

"I like it. I love it. I love you."

"I love you."

Three words. Eight letters. A complete and utter surrender of everything I've ever pretended to be. And I don't even have the decency to regret it.

There is no time to process it. Neither of us processes it. We are both far past the point of logical comprehension, hovering on a wire where the head of a syndicate confessing her love to her hostage doesn't even register as a crisis.

Great timing, Akemi. Really. You're getting railed within an inch of your life and you decide this is the moment to bare your soul. Therapy would be cheaper.

Pressure has already been building too fast, relentless, overwhelming and impossible to hold back. The thick stretch of the toy keeps me open and aching, every thrust dragging against that swollen spot inside me until my vision starts to blur at the edges.

Elsa's eyes never leave my face; she watches every flicker, every clenched jaw, every helpless parting of my lips like she's memorizing the exact moment I break. The quiet praise she keeps murmuring - "that's it baby, you're so beautiful like this, look at you" - sinks under my skin and only makes me burn more.

The orgasm rips through me hard and sudden. A broken cry tears out of my throat as my cunt clamps down viciously around the thick silicone, pulsing in strong, rhythmic spasms that milk the toy like I'm trying to pull it deeper.

My back arches off the bed. My thighs shake violently. My juices spills around the base in a messy rush I can feel running down onto the sheets. I keep my eyes locked on hers the entire time; wide, dark, unguarded, while wave after wave crashes through me, longer and more intense than anything fingers have ever pulled out of me.

I try to hold onto the moment. I want to live in this ridiculous, sweaty, absurdly sweet moment forever, because I really, really don't want to deal with what happens when the adrenaline fades and those stupid words come crashing down on us.

What do you even say after this? "Great sex, forget the L-word. It was in a moment"?

Elsa doesn't give me time to spiral.

She climbs over me while I'm still trembling and oversensitive, straddling my hips, thighs bracketing mine. The shift makes the toy shift inside my cunt and a fresh, almost painful jolt of pleasure rips through me.

I choke on a moan.

She reaches behind herself, wraps her fingers around the other end, and guides it between her own soaked pussy. Then she sinks down, slowly, inch by inch.

The moment she takes it, I feel everything.

Every inch she accepts pushes the length deeper into my already-stretched pussy. Every subtle clench of her tight walls travels straight through the silicone and into me like an electric current. It's intimate and unbearable.

"Fuck," she breathes, forehead dropping to mine for a second. "So big. Are you good?"

I can only nod, hands sliding up her thighs to grip her ass. This is intense. I feel stretched and claimed and somehow still hungry for more.

She starts to move.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and starts to move. Slow rolls of her hips at first, testing, letting both of us feel every ridge dragging inside. I can feel how dripping wet she is, how her cunt is gripping her end just as greedily as mine is gripping my end.

Each time she rises, the toy almost slips from me; each time she drops back down it drives deeper into both of us at once.

"Elsa-"

The sound is broken and helpless and completely unlike me. My hands fly to her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs dragging over her nipples before I deliver a sharp slap to one breast.

She gasps and grinds down harder in response. I slap the other one, watching the faint pink bloom across her skin, then squeeze both roughly, using them as leverage to pull her down onto the toy even deeper.

"Please," I hear myself beg, voice cracking. "Please, fuck me don't sto - oh"

Elsa's eyes are dark with greed and lust. She leans forward, bracing herself, and starts riding me properly, deeper strokes that make the wet slap of skin on skin fill the room. Every grind forces the thick length to drag against my sweet spot until I'm shaking and sobbing, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from pleasure overload.

She just unlocked a pathetic, horny, sex goddess and I can't get enough.

She delivers on it without mercy. One of her hands leaves my shoulder to slap my own tit in return, hard enough to sting, then she pinches my nipple and twists while she keeps riding like she owns every inch of me.

She lets out fumbled sounds, rolling her eyes back. She's close and that only makes me wetter and more desperate.

I'm begging now, words tumbling out between sobs and gasps, pride completely burned away.

"Harder - please, baby, harder - fill me, use me, yamenaide -"

You know that fuck is good when you randomly start spilling out Japanese.

A little smile tugs on Elsa's face and her hand comes to give my face a firm slap.

"More. Say more of that."

"Motto ... hageshiku okashite," I whisper. "Beibi."

If I'd known it only took words to undo Elsa completely, I'd be making her orgasm at will.

Elsa's rhythm turns punishing. She fucks herself down onto the toy and onto me at the same time, tits bouncing, mouth open, eyes locked on the mess she's turning me into.

"Akemi -"

"Dont stop." My voice is rough. I squeeze her bouncing ass, thrusting up to meet her when she sinks down.

"Look at me," I tell her, even though she already is. "Don't close your eyes."

She nods, lips parted, eyes dark and glassy. I can see the exact second the pleasure starts to overtake her. Her rhythm stutters, her thighs begin to shake against mine and a quiet, desperate sound escapes her throat.

"Ake-"

"Baby." The endearment slips out low and needy. "Come with me."

She does.

Her orgasm hits first; sharp, full-body, a loud cry as her pussy spasms down hard around her end of the toy. That alone is enough to make me go crazy. I follow a heartbeat later, coming with a low, guttural groan, hips jerking up, pussy vibrating around the thick length still buried inside me.

We stay locked together through it, staring into each other's eyes and this is somehow too intimate and too scary at the same time.

Something is moving in my belly and of everything I can think of, I decide to blame it on the monster dildo.

Elsa collapses onto my chest when it finally eases, both of us trembling, sweat-slick and breathless. The toy is still connecting us and neither of us moves to pull it free yet.

I wrap my arms around her without thinking, one hand cradling the back of her head, face buried in her damp hair. For a long moment the only sound is our uneven breathing and my screaming heart beat.

"Andrea," I whisper against her temple. "Please, don't ever leave me."

They were right about orgasms. They make you say stupid, irreversible shit.

But I don't want to take it back.

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