Chapter 133: Where Words Fall Short ( 133 )

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Chapter 133 of "A Love I Shouldn't Feel" reveals: Chapter 133: Where Words Fall Short ( 133 ) "Ha... Haruki... why..." Kyouko’s voice trembled, her... Keep reading!

Chapter 133: Where Words Fall Short ( 133 ) "Ha... Haruki... why..." Kyouko’s voice trembled, her breath broken between soft moans. But Haruki didn’t answer. He only smiled, eyes half-lidded with hunger, hips moving faster and deeper. The wet, slick sounds grew louder. Her skin met his with every thrust. The room filled with rhythm, heat, and tension. Kyouko’s breasts bounced wildly beneath him, each deep shove causing her body to jerk helplessly. She couldn’t stop moaning. She didn’t even realize her arms had wrapped around him, holding on tightly to his back. Her fingers dug into his skin. Her legs spread wider. She was already soaked—his thick penis plunging into her again and again, stretching her so full, hitting spots that made her head spin. She felt like she was going crazy. Her mind still hazy from sleep, her pussy still throbbing from the climax that hit her the moment she woke. And now, another one was building. Fast. Hot. Wild. How...? Why...? They had just had sex not long ago. They cuddled and slept peacefully afterward. And now... he was on top of her again, devouring her as if he hadn’t had her in weeks. Why does it feel like he’s lost in me? Her thoughts trembled inside her mind. Is he crazy...? Crazy about my body? My skin? My breasts? My pussy? The way I keep climaxing with him...? Her body was trembling again. Another climax was coming quickly, rising and crashing. Kyouko didn’t know anymore. Even though it felt too good... something inside her trembled with helpless wonder. This isn’t normal... They were supposed to be resting. Sleeping. A normal couple. They would do this once a day. Maybe twice, at most. But this? Haruki was different. His stamina. His desire. His obsession. She wasn’t sure if she could keep up with him. With him. The way he slammed his thick penis into her repeatedly, rough and deep, was more than just lust. It seemed like he was addicted to the feeling of being inside her. Addicted to her. She could feel it with every thrust. The way his hips snapped forward with hunger, The way his arms held her down, The way his hands gripped her waist as if she belonged to him. And the way he hugged her tightly, pulling her into his chest as he moved. Her breasts pressed softly against his strong muscles, skin to skin, every curve pressed against him. As if he didn’t want to leave even a breath of space between them. As if by holding her like this, Thrusting into her like this, He could become part of her. And Kyouko, already breathless and floating in a haze of climax and heat— Could only softly gasp into his ear. She didn’t know how long this would last. She didn’t know how much more she could take. But the way his length dragged against her soaked walls, The way his hips pushed all the way to the deepest part again, The way her legs trembled, wrapped around him, her arms unable to let go. It was all too much. Kyouko’s eyes widened. Her lips parted, but no sound came out—only her breath catching in her throat. Her body— Jerking. Trembling. Clenching. And then— "Ah—!!" Her pussy tightened violently, pulsing around Haruki’s thick penis as if it never wanted to let him go. A rush of heat spread through her belly, then— A sudden gush. She felt it. She heard it. The wet, slick sound beneath their bodies as she squirted hard, uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the wave that tore through her. Haruki paused for a heartbeat. Then let out a deep, shaky groan, almost reverent. Like he felt it. Like her climax made his entire body pulse. His hands gripped her waist tighter. His lips pressed to her shoulder. His breath, warm and uneven against her skin. Was it because... It was delicious for him? Kyouko didn’t know. She couldn’t think. Her limbs had no strength. Her heart was pounding. Her body kept twitching beneath him, soft aftershocks making her legs tremble. And yet, Haruki was still inside her. Haruki leaned down, lips finding hers. He kissed her—hungrily, deeply, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. She was still hot beneath him, trembling from her climax, breathless and dazed. But to him... She was irresistible. The way she came just now. The way her eyes rolled back. The way her body trembled violently. The way she surrendered under him... "Mmmph..." he groaned softly against her lips. Delicious. His hips slowed, savoring the way her soaked core still pulsed gently around him. Her face, her expression— So vulnerable. So beautiful. I like it. I like seeing her like this. Shaking. Clinging. He didn’t know why it drove him this insane, but it did. Before her... before this. His marriage to Satomi had been nearly sexless. Once a year. Maybe twice. And yet... He endured. No frustration. No complaints. No need to sneak into the bathroom for relief. He simply accepted it. But now? Now that he had tasted Kyouko... Her scent... Even just hugging her at night had undone him. It started with that soft warmth in his arms. Then the faint fragrance of her hair. Her skin. Her breath. Sweet. Feminine. Addictive. It flipped something primal in him. Something possessive. Unstoppable. He only thought of one thing: I need to have her. Again. And again. Until I’m empty. Until I can’t move. Was it her beauty? Her perfectly smooth, flawless skin? Her tight, hairless pussy that welcomed him so easily? Or the way she gasped, trembled, and squirted just from being filled? Or... Was it the way she made him feel... Wanted. Cherished. Needed. She made him feel like a real man. And in his heart, she was perfect. Beautiful. Hot. Gentle. That shy, serene smile that made him ache. She cooked for him. She held him. She let him sleep with his face buried in her neck. She didn’t ask questions. She just let him love her. In every way. Haruki kissed her again—softer this time, slower. And silently whispered in his heart: I don’t want anyone else but her. Haruki’s rhythm changed—faster, rougher. The sound of wet skin slapping echoed in the room, growing louder and deeper. Kyouko’s breath hitched. The stretch, the push, the friction—it was all too much. Each thrust made her jolt. Her thighs trembled. Her lips trembled. She loved it. But then— Without warning, Haruki shifted. His arm slid beneath one of her legs, lifting it, bending her knee toward her chest while pressing her sideways against the bed. He moved with fluid control, never pulling out, just adjusting her angle, keeping himself buried deep inside her. "Ha—Haruki...?" she gasped, her voice catching in her throat. She’d never experienced this position before. Her body tilted slightly on its side, her leg folded and pinned, the other stretched out across the bed. Haruki hovered over her, supporting her thigh with one arm, his other arm positioned beside her shoulder. And then— He moved again. Deep. Deeper than before. The new angle made her gasp. His length pressed against a spot so intense, so deep inside her, that her toes curled. Her body arched as a moan escaped her lips. Her chest bounced with each rough thrust, one breast slightly pressed by her own folded leg, the other rising and falling with every movement. Her skin burned where his chest brushed against hers. His breath warmed her cheek, his groans low and deep in her ear. "Ah... H-Haruki..." she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets, her body helpless beneath the force of his thrusts. She had never been held like this. Never been taken like this. Pleasure mingled with a sharp, almost painful edge. Her pussy stretched, her walls tightening around him even more from the angled pressure. So full. Too full. Her breath came in shaky, needy gasps. This position was new. The sensation was overwhelming. And the man above her was devouring her as if she was his last meal. Kyouko felt it building again. But this time—something different. Her body arched. Her core pulsed. But something else, rising from within her. Haruki’s thrusts were rough, precise, hungry. Her leg was still hooked over his shoulder, the new position pressing his thick length deeper than ever—grinding against something sharp, electric, buried inside her. Her voice broke. Her nails helplessly clawed at his arms. Then he shifted again, lowering slightly, kissing her breast, her throat, while his hips kept pounding, wet slaps echoing, his groans growing ragged. She could feel his muscles tightening. His thrusts—sharper. Deeper. Harder. Then it happened. Kyouko’s entire body convulsed. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling, thighs locking tightly around his waist as a scream escaped her lips. "Aa—AAHH—!" A climax from both inside and outside her. Her clit pulsed. Her inner walls clenched in rhythmic waves. And something deeper surged through her, making her vision blur. Her stomach twisted. Her heart pounded. And she felt everything. Heat. Tightness. Pressure. Release. All at once. Haruki’s eyes widened as he felt her body explode beneath him. "Ah—Kyouko...!" His voice cracked. Her pussy squeezed him so tightly, so wet and hot and slick, that he couldn’t hold back. He groaned loudly, low and raw, as his hips slammed forward one last time. Hard. Deep. His penis twitched violently inside her. A thick, pulsing release, flooding her already-wet core, filling her completely. Haruki’s body jerked. Once. Twice. He gritted his teeth, holding her tightly as he poured into her, unable to stop, unable to breathe. It was too good. Too perfect. Their bodies shook in sync. He held her tightly as his seed spilled inside, her folds still squeezing him, milking every drop. Their foreheads touched. Their lips brushed. Their breath tangled. And the silence between them... Was sacred. ( End Of Chapter )

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