...iterally shook from the effort it took to keep from finishing and he had a death grip on the bloody sheet beneath him. Neither one of them heard the knock at the door nor did they notice the woman who stepped inside.
When she finally relented and took him into her mouth, Ichigo's body jerked hard. He looked down and saw her trying to take more of him into her mouth and he felt a twinge of guilt. She was so fucking small and he had always been…well…big. The way she was working her tongue over the head of his cock made his guilt take a permanent vacation. The jingling of chains could be heard as he fisted his hands in her hair and forced her to take more and more of him inside-and Rukia was loving every second of it.
"Bloody hell, Rukia! I think you're going to need some serious help fucking that one-lucky for you, I arrived just in time!" Rukia-mouth full of Ichigo-and Ichigo-panting with need-both looked up in shock toward the unwelcome arrival.
There, hand on hip, stood Matsumoto Rangiku in all her glory. Her lips were parted as her lust-filled eyes devoured every delectable inch of Ichigo's flesh. The sight of her there broke Rukia from her stupor. As she removed him from her mouth, Ichigo whimpered like a kicked puppy and...