A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 242: Embrace and Surrender ( )

Haruki leaned forward—

His lips brushed against her neck, placing a slow, warm kiss.

His hand slid upward...

Cupping her breast gently.

His fingers moved with care, circling the soft, full mound.

Thumb brushing lightly over the sensitive peak.

Kyouko let out a soft, trembling moan.

Her hips shifted slightly in response, still pulsing from her climax.

Haruki smiled.

So sensitive...

Even the slightest kiss drives her crazy.

Her body was still clinging to him, still twitching softly.

Still flushed.

Still helpless.

And he loved it.

I don’t think I’ll ever find another woman like her.

Not just young-looking... not just beautiful.

Her skin is smooth like porcelain... her body perfect... curves that fit right in my hands... breasts that are full, soft, and natural.

Her lips, soft and pink.

That round, feminine ass.

But most of all.

She climaxes so easily.

So deeply.

Just a few thrusts... a few kisses... and her body gives in completely.

She moans, trembles, clings to me like I’m the only one who’s ever made her feel this way.

She’s every man’s dream.

A woman who not only enjoys it.

But goes crazy from it.

Who wants it. Craves it. Because she can actually feel everything.

Something inside Haruki snapped.

Hunger, pure and consuming.

He’d seen Kyouko climax many times.

Seen her tremble, cry out, moan softly into his neck.

Felt her pussy tighten around his penis, collapse against him after wave after wave.

But tonight...

Tonight felt different.

Why?

Why did her body feel even more addictive tonight?

Why did her moans echo deeper?

How can I break her more...?

How can I make her moan for more—beg, even when she’s already trembling?

He knew she couldn’t stop him.

That her body wouldn’t resist.

That her mind, no matter how shy or composed was already surrendering to the ecstasy.

She wanted it.

She craved it.

And she loved how he made her feel.

But tonight...

I want to see her broken.

In pleasure.

That kind of brokenness where she couldn’t think.

Couldn’t speak.

Could only feel.

Haruki suddenly grabbed both of her legs.

Lifting them, spreading her wider in his lap.

Kyouko gasped softly, surprised.

Her hands instinctively gripped around his neck, holding on.

"Ha...Haruki...?"

He didn’t answer.

He thrusting his hip up into her, slow but deep.

Possessive.

As he moved, watching her eyes flutter, her lips part, her breath hitch.

A single thought burned in his mind:

I’ll make you fall apart, Kyouko.

Again and again, until even your soul calls only for me.

"Haruki... w-wait... wait...!"

Her voice trembled.

"Ahhh—Haruki!!"

Kyouko moaned softly, helplessly, as he suddenly lifted her up.

Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist.

He stood, holding her effortlessly, his hands gripping beneath her thighs as he began to move. Rough, deep, relentless.

Her back arched, arms clinging to his shoulders, fingers digging in.

The wet, slick sound of their connection filled the room.

"Haruki—s-slow down...! Ah...!"

He thrust upward, fast and hard, buried deep.

And then.

Something inside her snapped.

Kyouko’s entire body jolted.

A soft cry caught in her throat as her breath hitched, eyes wide for a moment before fluttering shut.

Her walls clamped down around him, violently.

Her pussy pulsed with wild, desperate rhythm.

Her thighs trembled, muscles locking.

Her entire body spasmed hard.

Her stomach fluttered, deep, uncontrollable ripple.

Her arms locked around his neck.

She couldn’t even moan properly anymore.

Only gasps—sharp, ragged, stunned.

She climaxed like never before.

Completely.

Hopelessly.

Utterly lost.

Haruki stopped moving.

Just held her.

Felt her.

Every squeeze.

Every pulse.

Every tiny tremble of her insides as they clung to his penis. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Then he leaned in.

His lips found hers.

A deep, slow kiss.

Tongue meeting tongue.

Tasting her soft breath.

Claiming her just as deeply with his mouth as he had with his body.

Kyouko kissed back.

Still shaking.

Still clinging.

Her thighs loosened.

Her fingers slid gently from his neck to his back.

Her lips moved softly against his.

"Haruki... put me down..." Kyouko whispered, her breath still shaking from the aftershocks.

But Haruki only smiled.

Her voice cracked again—"Haruki...?"

He didn’t answer.

Just held her tighter.

Still deep inside her.

Still hard.

Still moving.

Slow at first.

But deep.

Rhythmic.

Purposeful.

And then, he started walking.

Each step made his length shift inside her.

Each motion drove her breath shallower.

Each thrust, paired with his footsteps, made her body remember how full she still was.

"Haruki—!! L-let me—ah...!"

Her head tilted back as he began to move his hips again, just slightly faster.

Still lifting her effortlessly, guiding her weight as if she were weightless.

The slick wet sound returned.

Their room was just down the hall, but Haruki wasn’t waiting.

Her pussy clenched hard.

Still sensitive.

Still fluttering from the climax.

And now.

He didn’t stop.

Not to recover.

Not to breathe.

Not to give her time.

He wanted her to break again.

"Haruki—! S-stop, I—nnnh!"

But her voice betrayed her.

That soft moan at the end—

The helpless sound that said she didn’t want him to stop at all.

He felt it, how her walls responded.

She was shaking again.

Her nails gripped his shoulders.

Her thighs trembled and tightened around his waist.

She tried to hold it back.

But it was coming.

Fast.

Too fast.

And then.

Her entire body snapped again.

Mid-step, Haruki groaned as he felt her tighten violently.

Her climax hit again, back to back.

Kyouko cried out, her moan sharp and trembling, mouth open against his neck.

She shivered wildly in his arms.

She clung to him like she was drowning.

Her soft stomach fluttered again, more visibly this time.

Twitching from the wave of overstimulation.

Her body didn’t even get a chance to recover from the first.

And yet—here she was.

Climaxing again.

So hard, she could barely think.

Haruki finally reached their room.

He leaned down, kissed her lips softly, calming her as she trembled in his arms.

Still holding her.

Still buried inside her.

His gaze fixed on the woman beneath him.

Kyouko.

So beautiful.

So breathless.

Her flushed cheeks.

Her parted lips, trembling with moans she couldn’t contain.

The slight tremble still running through her thighs.

This woman...

This young and beautiful woman.

Trembling for him.

Reacting only to him.

It’s such a waste...

For a girl like her to have married a useless man like Satoshi.

Her body was made to be loved.

Cherished.

And now?

She’s mine.

Completely.

Haruki leaned closer, watching every expression that crossed her face.

Don’t worry, Kyouko...

I’ll make sure.

You’ll never forget me.

Never forget this feeling.

Never forget how my penis stretches you—fills you—marks you.

This pleasure... this pressure... this craving...

He shifted his hips, started moving again.

Faster.

Rougher.

But still careful.

Still watching her reactions.

Still savoring every gasp, every arch of her back.

The wet, slick sound of their connection grew louder.

Faster.

Echoing in the room like a rhythm only they understood.

Kyouko moaned.

Louder.

No longer soft.

Her voice, once gentle, was now undone.

Raw, filled with need, overwhelmed by sensation.

Music to his ears.

Yes...

Yes, Kyouko.

Remember how my penis shapes your pussy.

Remember how it fills you so completely that nothing else can compare.

Let the sensation brand you.

Let the pleasure rewrite everything you knew about love and sex and intimacy.

And surrender..

Completely.

To me.

( End Of Chapter )

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