A Love I Shouldn't Feel
Chapter 259: Claimed and Possessed ( 259 )

Chapter 259: Claimed and Possessed ( 259 )

Haruki’s eyes dropped.

He couldn’t stop staring.

Right where they were joined.

Where his thick shaft kept sinking into her soaked pussy.

God. She was perfect.

No hair.

Just that smooth, delicate skin stretched wide around him.

Each time he pushed in, he could see the way her pussy.

Welcomed him.

Gripped him like she never wanted to let go.

Her body shuddered.

That delicious flutter.

That moment he felt her climax, not just heard it, but saw it.

Her tight hole clenched down hard,

Her back arched high,

Her thighs trembled violently.

And he saw everything.

The slickness.

The raw reaction.

The way her body trembled around his cock like she was losing control.

Ahh—she’s cumming again.

He bit back a groan, his hips slamming deep, slow, letting her feel every inch.

He watched her collapse forward, hands clutching the futon, breathless.

Her smooth ass quivering.

Her bare pussy spasming.

And it drove him crazy.

She’s perfect.

No other woman could ever do this to me.

No one else can grip me like this, look like this, fall apart like this.

Haruki pulled back slightly.

Just enough to see.

And what he saw made his breath catch.

His thick, veiny shaft, gleaming, soaked, stretching her tight little core wide with every slow pull...

Only to disappear again when he pushed back in.

Ahh... this feeling...

It gripped him like a fist.

Hot.

Slippery.

Soaked in her climax.

He could hear it.

Everytime he moved, that slick, wet sound echoed in the room.

Like her body was begging for more.

And the sight.

Her pink folds parting again and again to take him in.

Watching her flutter with each thrust.

It was deliciously obscene.

This is what makes me addicted.

Not just the pleasure.

But seeing it. Feeling it. Watching her take all of me.

She’s tight, even after so many times. Still so tight it’s hard to push in fully.

And every time he bottomed out.

He felt her twitch.

Tighten.

Pulse.

Yes... yes, Kyouko.

This soft skin.

This perfect ass that bounces when I thrust.

This tight, smooth, soaked core that clings to me like it can’t let go.

All of it...

Mine.

I won’t let this body go to waste.

I won’t let your beauty rot in loneliness again.

I won’t let your curves fade in some cold house, ignored and untouched.

You were made for this.

For me.

To tremble under me.

To scream and break and beg without a word.

And you won’t run, Kyouko.

You can’t.

Not after this.

Not after the way your body wraps around mine like it was born to take me.

You’re trapped.

By this love.

By this obsession.

By this cock that makes you cum harder than you ever thought possible.

Haruki thrust deep, slow, deliberate, watching every reaction.

And he saw it.

Kyouko’s body jerked.

Her back arched, fingers curling into the futon.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her soaked, trembling core tightened again,gripping him in a violent wave of pleasure.

She came.

Again.

And Haruki smiled.

A slow, wicked, satisfied smile.

This is what I want to see.

Her fluttering.

Her collapse.

Her climax spilling around him.

This trembling body... breaking again and again just for me.

You’re not going anywhere, Kyouko.

Never.

Because I’ve made sure.

This body of yours?

Will never feel the same without me.

Without this thickness.

This stretch.

This rhythm.

This heat.

Even if you tried to leave.

No man could ever make you feel this again.

Not your cold ex-husband.

Not some new fool who thinks he can please you.

Only me.

I’ve carved myself into your body.

Into your soul.

The next day.

Afternoon sunlight spilled through the shoji screen.

Kyouko stirred beneath the covers.

Her bare legs shifted slightly, and a soft wince escaped her lips.

Sore.

Her pussy throbbed with dull ache.

She slowly turned her head.

Haruki was beside her, still asleep, chest rising softly.

So peaceful now.

But last night?

He wasn’t like this.

She could still feel it

That moment after their first sleep.

When his thick shaft suddenly shoved into her again—deep, hard.

Waking her from slumber with a gasp.

His body over hers.

Eyes glazed.

Movements wild.

Face different.

Possessed.

Kyouko smiled faintly.

A soft, dangerous smile.

That’s right, Haruki.

You won’t get away.

You won’t find this anywhere.

You’re addicted now, aren’t you?

Addicted to this tight core...

This soft, young skin that wraps around you like a second heaven.

This freshness that no other woman your age has.

All thanks to my routine...

My discipline.

And my mother’s beautiful genes.

This body isn’t easily found.

Even if you don’t say it.

Even if you hide it behind that charming smile.

I see the way you lose yourself when you’re inside me.

I feel your obsession... every time you thrust deeper.

Kyouko smiled, her lashes lowering slightly as she looked at Haruki’s sleeping face.

So peaceful. So innocent-looking.

So unaware of the monster she’d created in him.

You cannot run now.

Even if you try...

Let’s just say.

That big boy of yours will betray you.

He’ll come crawling back.

Twitched into madness.

Hard and aching.

Desperate for only one thing.

This hole.

This tight, perfect nest that wraps around you like silk and honey.

The one that welcomes you.

The one that fits only you.

The one you buried yourself into so deeply, you forgot the world outside.

She closed her eyes briefly.

You’ll always return, Haruki.

Because no other body...

No other woman...

Will ever match what I give you.

Not just the body.

But the feeling.

That warmth.

That delicious, overwhelming pull.

That addiction.

She leaned down and gently kissed his cheek.

Soft. Warm.

Dangerous.

A woman who’d found what she’d been missing all her life.

And now?

She wouldn’t let it go.

"Sleep well, darling."

Kyouko whispered softly, brushing her lips against his cheek.

She slowly began to slip out from his embrace.

But his arm wouldn’t budge.

Wrapped tightly around her waist like a steel band.

She froze for a moment... then heard it.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

His voice, low, still laced with sleep.

Kyouko turned her head slightly.

"Hmm? I’m going to the toilet." Kyouko replied softly, her voice light and gentle.

There was a pause.

Then a low exhale.

"Oh... okay."

His arm slowly released her.

Carefully, she sat up, feeling the ache still lingering between her thighs, and stood with quiet grace.

And without glancing back.

She smiled.

That calm, beautiful, knowing smile.

The smile of a woman who had won.

You already belong to me, Haruki.

You just don’t realize how deep you’ve fallen.

How deep you’ve drowned.

Your body remembers me now.

Your shaft aches when I’m too far.

Your mouth can’t forget the taste of my skin.

And your heart?

Your heart pulses only for this woman.

This woman you’re addicted to.

( End Of Chapter )