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“Fuck.” Anna mewled. The pleasure thickened tenfold.
“I take that as a yes,” Matt rasped, quickening his pace.
Anna dug her nails into Justin’s expensive suit, not caring if she was ruining it. Both men held her still and all she could do was surrender. Surrender to their mastering. Surrender to the pleasure.
Justin thrust in. Matt pulled out. Matt thrust. Justin pulled. Matt slammed her faster. Justin matched his pace. They drove her insane. Ecstasy climbed in fevered pitch. Storms of pleasure gathered.
She was almost there. Just a bit more. Anna begged them in throaty, panting growls. Justin bit her nipple as he fucked her like a jackhammer. Matt licked the shell of her ear as he overtook her with short, vicious fucks. And Anna was deliciously trapped in between them.
Then, it hit her. An orgasm so volati
le, she thought she was a goner. A rapturous storm of pleasure ripped her from the last shreds of her sanity and drove her to a place so divine, it had to be called nirvana. She heard a scream, then realised it was her own voice.
She shuddered as she faintly noticed Matt jerked behind her, flooding her rear entrance with jets of cum. His hot breath seared her nape and his deep, dulcet voice called her name like a mantra.
Justin pumped into her a half dozen times and came. He cursed when her cunt milked his cock, gripping his spasming shaft with vehemence and squeezing out his last drop.
When it was over, Anna felt like she had run a marathon. She collapsed on Justin’s chest. All of her bones had liquefied into goo. Her body was nothing but a shivering glob. Her pussy and anus tingled with the aftermath of their mating.
Matt withdrew from her gently. His semi-flaccid cock slipped out, leaving her feeling empty and needy. He collapsed on the sofa next to his brother.
Justin wrapped his arm around her body and held her tightly. She buried her face in his shirt. Their sex was still embedded as one—his cock still semi-hard inside her, bathed in her juices.
“Holy fuck.” She heard Matt muttering under his breath. “That was…”
“Intense,” Justin finished for him.
Intense? Understatement. She thought the pleasure Matt had given her last night was explosively mind-shattering, but this one She couldn’t find a word to describe what she’d just experienced. She’d never come so hard that she thought she’d died. No wonder the French called an orgasm the little death. Now, she knew.
“I can’t wait for Azura,” Matt added. “It’s long overdue.”
“Soon. Be patient.”
What the hell were they talking about? Anna wanted to move but Justin pulled her back.
“Not, yet. I want to feel you like this for a little longer.” He planted a light kiss on her lips. Then he said, “I have a business meeting in Tokyo over the weekend and you’re going with me, Anna.”
Chapter Four
Anna’s first impression of Tokyo was that the Japanese folks were nuts about sakura, cherry blossoms. As their car slowly cruised to the hotel, Anna saw people strolling and having picnics in the city gardens. The ground was covered with blue tarp where people, dressed in warm clothes, were lounging and enjoying themselves under the gorgeous pink clouds of sakura trees.
New Yorkers weren’t as adventurous as the Japanese in early April. They’d had a snowstorm a day before their departure, and she recalled seeing the miserable faces of people bundled up in thick coats, struggling to wade through ice and dirty snow. Over here, Anna witnessed nothing but serene and happy faces. It must be wonderful living a Zen life.
“Ah. I forgot, it’s hanami time of the year,” Justin noted, checking the calendar app on his smart phone.
“Hanami?”
“Flower viewing party. If we’re lucky, we might be able to catch the end of it by the time we conclude our meeting.”
Flower-viewing party. Moon-viewing party. She thought Matt’s fixation with the moon was a rich-people thing. Usually, rich people did pretentious stuff. Now, she guessed that maybe, her new bosses simply adored Japanese culture. Matt with his dojo and sake. Justin with sakura blossoms.
“You seem to know a lot about Japan, sir.”
One of Justin’s lush eyebrows arched. “You didn’t know? Our mother is half-Japanese.”
Her eyes widened. “You and your brothers don’t look like you could be quarter-Japanese.”
“Our father’s genes. The only thing we inherited from our mother is the colour of our hair.”
