A Love I Shouldn't Feel

Chapter 49 - Ultimate Release ( 49 )

Kyouko's eyes flew wide open.

This rhythm. Rougher, deeper, harder, was unlike anything she'd ever experienced.

Every time Haruki's hips drove into her, a loud, sharp slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, filling the air with a primal sound.

She was so wet that each thrust created a slick, obscene noise, one she might have found embarrassing if she weren't already lost in how it made her body feel.

And she felt everything.

Her entire body jolted with each thrust. The force, the speed, the delicious stretch.

When he pushed deep, hitting the furthest reaches of her pussy, she gasped aloud. A sudden flash of pain sparking through her nerves.

But she didn't want him to stop.

That sharp pressure against her most sensitive point sent shivers through her.

Her inner walls squeezed him tighter, craving that rough contact over and over again.

It hurts... but I love it...

Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto, his arms, his shoulders, the sheets. Anything to anchor her as her body began to unravel.

Her back arched involuntarily, her breasts pressing against his chest, her legs trembling around his waist.

"Ah—ah... H-Haruki...!"

Her voice broke with every thrust, each syllable punctuated by the exquisite friction.

Her thoughts? Gone.

All she could focus on was the intoxicating rhythm, the slap of his hips, and the heavy heat building within her, faster than she could process.

And then—

It hit her.

Not like the first time.Or the second time.

This was wild.

Violent.

Her body shook as her climax tore through her, not soft or gentle, but raw, explosive, and completely beyond her control.

"Ahh—!"

She cried out loudly this time, with no restraint. Her body arching off the futon, thighs clamping tightly around him, her walls pulsing again and again, milking him without mercy.

It was too much.

Too good.

Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as her body collapsed beneath him, drenched in sweat and trembling from the aftershocks.

But Haruki didn't stop. His rhythm remained steady, growing deeper now, precisely the way she liked it.

And in that haze of pleasure, still breathless and trembling, Kyouko reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a deep, desperate kiss.

Their lips met with urgency, hard and needy.

She kissed him as if she couldn't get enough. As if she needed him to stay inside her, moving, endlessly.

Her moan was swallowed by his mouth as he continued, slower now, but still deep, each thrust drawing out the echoes of her orgasm, making her whimper against his lips.

Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling beneath him as they finally slowed, their bodies tangled and warm, slick with sweat.

Kyouko's eyes were half-lidded, and her lips swollen from their passionate kiss, her mind still hazy from the aftershocks.

Her body trembled softly, the remnants of her climax echoing deep within her.

The first time... it had been amazing.

The second time left her exhausted and satisfied, filled in a way she'd never imagined.

But this

This third time... had shattered something inside her.

Her body felt ruined in the most beautiful way, her heart, even more so.

Because now she knew.

Knew without question.

She couldn't stop.

Not after this.

Not after the way he moved inside her.

Not after the way he kissed her while she came.

Not after the way her body responded—wild, instinctive, desperate—to every inch of him.

She closed her eyes, her arms still draped around his neck, holding him close as if afraid he might fade away if she let go.

The truth was already there, etched across her body, in the way she clung to him, in the way her legs refused to release his waist.

I can't stop anymore...

Not after this...

Haruki moved slower now, but deeper.

His breaths were ragged near her ear, his body trembling with effort as he fought to hold himself back, struggling not to lose control.

But Kyouko's body...

It was too perfect.

The way her pussy clenched around his penis, tight, warm, so responsive.

it was as if she was made for him.

His thoughts began to blur.

I can't stop.

She feels... too good. Too perfect.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his rhythm steady, but every time she moaned, every time her fingers pulled him closer, it unraveled him a little more.

And then.

Kyouko's legs suddenly wrapped around his waist, locking him in.

"Kyouko..." he gasped, his voice hoarse.

But she didn't let go.

She pulled him in. Deeper, tighter, like she wanted everything.

He tried to pull back ,just a little, just to tease—

but she held him there, her eyes fluttering open, her voice breathless.

"Stay..."

That single word shattered whatever resistance he had left.

He groaned low in his throat, his body pressing flush against hers, and then.

He released inside her.

His hips jerked forward instinctively as he emptied everything into her, deep, hot, unable to stop.

Every wave of his climax pulsed hard inside her, and Kyouko trembled beneath him. Her legs still wrapped around him, her eyes wide, shocked by how full it made her feel.

The heat—sharp, intense—made her gasp.

"Haa... Ha... Haruki..."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes held him captive. Glazed, hazy, and vulnerable.

Kyouko gasped sharply beneath him.

She felt it. Every pulse, every twitch from his penis, the heat blooming inside her in waves.

Her fingers dug into his back, and she held him there as tightly as her body could, her legs refusing to let him go.

Her whole body trembled, not from the thrusts anymore, but from the warmth spreading inside her. The warmth that felt both foreign and yet so intimate, so delicious.

Haruki collapsed on top of her, his breath heavy, his body still twitching with aftershocks, his face buried in her neck.

She held him like that, her arms around him, their bodies still joined, their breaths mingling in the space between them, neither able to speak for a long moment.

Kyouko lay there, her pulse racing, her mind reeling from the intensity of what they'd just done.

The way her body had responded to him.

The way he'd filled her in more ways than one.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, still trying to catch her breath.

"I... I never thought it would feel like that..."

Haruki leaned in, capturing Kyouko's lips with his own in a passionate kiss.

Kyouko responded with a softness that enveloped him, a serenity that calmed his racing heart. Her shyness added an enchanting layer to their intimacy.

She tasted sweet and alluring, a perfect mix of vulnerability and desire that left him breathless. Haruki savored the moment, enjoying the way she melted against him, her body arching into his.

Kyouko's eyes fluttered open briefly, searching his gaze with a mixture of wonder and tenderness. In that fleeting moment, she saw the depth of his feelings reflected back at her.

"Haruki..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

As they slowly pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, Haruki could feel the rhythm of their breaths syncing in a peaceful harmony.

And in that moment, they both knew.

They were perfect for each other.

( End Of Chapter )