A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 107: Rush of Desire ( )

Just as Haruki rocked his hips forward. Slow, deep, grinding into her pussy—he felt it.

A sudden squeeze.

A jolt.

Kyouko’s body tensed beneath him, her breath catching in a sharp gasp as her arms clung to his back.

Her pussy clenched around him. Tight. So tight.

It pulsed wildly, wet and hot.Her inner walls fluttered around his penis.

And then—her body jolted.

Her smooth thighs trembled around his hips, her back arched up from the sheets, breasts pressing against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin.

Her face...

God.

Her beautiful face.

Eyes wide open. Lips parted. Silent. Her body shuddered from deep within.

He felt it.

He saw it.

Kyouko was climaxing, already.

So fast. So easily.

Haruki froze, the feeling of her release wrapping around his cock so tight it sent a sharp pulse straight to his spine.

Then he moved again, and the wet sound that followed made his chest tighten.

The slick, obscene glide of his length inside her soaked pussy echoed through the room. A wet slick sound, slow and deep, surrounded by trembling breath and the quiet whimper she tried to hold back.

So wet.

So warm.

So tight.

His Kyouko was perfect.

It was real. Raw.

He looked down at her, watching her ride the wave.

Her lips quivered, breath hot against his neck. Her fingers dug into his back like she was afraid she might float away if she didn’t hold onto him.

He kissed her again.

And he kept moving.

Slow, deep, holding her through it.

Haruki’s hips moved faster now, his rhythm no longer slow and reverent, but deeper, hungrier. Each thrust sent a wet, slick slap echoing softly between their bodies. The sound... that sound alone was enough to drive him wild.

She was so wet.

So soft.

She was delicious.

Every time he pushed forward, the way her soaked core welcomed him,clenching, fluttering, pulling him deeper. And when she climaxed just moments ago... when her body jolted and trembled around his penis without control...

That had been everything.

That was his happiness.

Not just her body, though he was addicted to it. Addicted to the heat inside her, to the way her small, soaked pussy wrapped around his thick penis like it was made for him.

Not just the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest as they moved together, or the smoothness of her skin under his hands when he held her tightly.

No.

What drove him crazy...

Was her expression.

That face.

That pure, vulnerable moment when she came. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, breath shaking. Unguarded. Honest.

He couldn’t get enough of it.

Couldn’t stop.

His hips moved rougher now, faster, grinding into her with a rhythm that made her breasts bounce softly beneath him, her moans escaping with every thrust.

Each time his thick length reached the end of her walls, she jolted—her voice spilling out in a helpless moan.

She wasn’t thinking.

She wasn’t pretending.

She was enjoying it.

Giving herself to him completely.

And God... he loved her for it.

He kissed her again. Hard this time, deep and messy while his hips slapped against her body, the wet sound growing louder, faster, hotter.

She was his.

This woman.

This body.

This perfect, trembling Kyouko...

The room was filled with it now, the wet sound of their bodies moving together. The sharp slap of skin meeting skin, fast and deep, echoing with every thrust. And beneath it... that slick, obscene melody of her soaked pussy clenching around him, over and over again, pumped by the hard, thick penis driving in and out of her without mercy.

Haruki’s breath hitched.

So wet that every thrust made his cock slide through her with an almost shocking ease, yet somehow her walls were still tight—still hugging him with that same delicious grip.

And then,

He felt it.

A pulse.

A twitch.

Her body tensed beneath him, back arching in a slow, helpless bow. Her thighs shook, her hands flew to his shoulders, and her walls tightened with a sudden, overwhelming force.

Kyouko cried out.

A sharp, breathless gasp that echoed with pure surrender.

And then it hit.

Her second climax slammed into her like a wave, deeper, sharper, more violent than the first.

Her pussy convulsed around his penis, clamping down and fluttering with rapid spasms that milked him without mercy. And then..

She squirted.

A hot, wet rush flooded between them, splashing against his thighs, soaking the sheets beneath.

Her entire body jerked uncontrollably.

Her legs kicked slightly. Her breasts bounced with the force of her climax. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and wet, lips trembling from the shock of it.

Haruki groaned, deep, low, utterly lost in it.

He didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

The feeling of her squirting around his cock, the way her core squeezed and shook, the helplessness in her trembling voice as she whimpered.

It was heaven.

She couldn’t speak.

Only breathe.

Only feel.

Her chest heaved, her face flushed bright red, her thighs still twitching from the aftershocks.

And Haruki kept moving, thrusting deep, slow, then harder again.

Because he wanted her to come again.

And again.

Until her body couldn’t take it anymore.

Haruki finally pulled out, his thick, soaked length dragging slowly from her trembling core, still pulsing from that intense climax. Kyouko’s body quivered beneath him, breath shallow, chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself.

But he wasn’t finished.

Not even close.

He shifted her body gently, guiding her to her knees at the edge of the bed. She followed, dazed and flushed, hands gripping the sheets for balance. Her ass lifted naturally into the air, round and soft, her thighs still slick with arousal.

Then.

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All at once.

Her soaked, swollen entrance swallowed him again—tight, slick, hot.

Kyouko’s eyes flew open, her lips parting in a shocked gasp.

"Haruki—!! Mmmmphhh!!"

Her voice melted into a muffled moan as her body jolted.

He gripped her hips tightly and started moving—hard, deep, rough.

The rhythm was sharp now, fast. Skin slapping against skin. Wet, obscene sounds filling the room with every thrust. Her pussy, still sensitive from her earlier release, clenched wildly around him, making it almost too much to bear.

He watched her.

Every detail.

The way her full, perfect breasts bounced with every stroke—swinging softly beneath her, reacting to the force of each thrust.

The ripple of her ass when his hips slapped against her backside.

The sweat running down her back, catching the light. The way her fingers curled in the sheets. The high-pitched gasps that slipped out no matter how hard she tried to hold them in.

He could see everything.

Feel everything.

Taste it in the air.

It was delicious.

Too delicious.

The way her body gave itself to him—arching, clenching, jolting under his touch. The feeling of his cock buried deep inside her tight, wet heat... it was driving him mad.

This position.

This view.

This woman.

It was perfect.

And he wanted to see it happen again.

He wanted to watch her climax like this, bent over, helpless, trembling on her knees as her soaked core milked him hard.

And from the way her legs were shaking again... she was close.

Very close.

( End Of Chapter )