A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 128: Swept Away in Passion ( )

The car slowed to a stop, the soft hum of the engine fading beneath the sound of waves nearby.

Kyouko gently parked the car just beside the house, the ocean breeze lightly brushing her cheeks as she turned off the engine.

Haruki stepped out from the passenger seat and walked around to the trunk as Kyouko tapped the switch to unlock it.

With practiced ease, Haruki lifted her travel luggage, and headed toward the front door.

Kyouko stepped out more slowly, carrying the grocery bags she’d picked up along the way. She moved with grace, her pace unhurried, eyes soft as she looked at the simple seaside home.

Haruki unlocked the door and stepped inside, setting her luggage gently by the entrance.

But when he turned back to look, he paused.

Kyouko was standing at the threshold, not moving yet.

Both hands folded gently in front of her.

Her eyes warm.

Her smile serene.

"Why are you standing there like that?" Haruki asked with a soft chuckle, stepping back toward the doorway.

And then.

Kyouko tilted her head slightly, her voice low and affectionate.

"Dear~ I’m home."

Haruki froze.

Just for a second.

The words settled in the air—light, playful, but heavy with meaning.

A small blush crept into his smile.

He stepped aside with one hand on the doorframe and said quietly,

"Welcome home."

Kyouko stepped inside with a soft, elegant motion and slowly bent to remove her shoes at the entryway. The quiet thud of the door closing behind her made her pause.

Click.

He locked it.

She barely had time to turn when she felt it.

Haruki’s hands. One settled gently on her shoulder, the other trailing down to her thigh.

"Haruki!" she gasped in surprise.

She playfully wriggled, pretending to resist, her laughter spilling in soft giggles as he carried her straight toward the bedroom.

"Haruki! It’s still afternoon!" she said between laughs, trying to push against his chest.

He already had the air conditioner running by the time they reached the room.

And the moment her back touched the bed—he didn’t hesitate.

His hands were already moving, rushing, pulling at her clothes as if every second apart had built into a hunger he couldn’t contain.

"Wait, Haruki!" she giggled, half sitting up, trying to fend him off, but her smile betrayed her joy. Her heart pounded—not from fear, but anticipation.

My, my... Haruki really couldn’t hold it today.

What’s gotten into him? Mou, Haruki...

Her top slipped off. Her leggings peeled away.

And in a rush of motion, she was naked.

She twisted her body, playful, teasing. Pretending to crawl away on all fours like she might escape, her hips swaying gently.

But she stopped.

The moment she felt it.

His thick, huge penis resting at her pussy entrance.

Slowly, she glanced back over her shoulder.

Haruki’s hands gripped her hips.

His eyes burned.

And he didn’t speak.

He simply leaned forward.

She felt it.

The slow, deliberate stretch.

"Mmmph...!" Kyouko bit her lower lip, her brows trembling as she tried to hold back the sound. Her fingers curled against the sheets.

His big penis pressed into her pussy, parting her inch by inch.

The sensation.

A mix of gentle pain and maddening pleasure.

Her pussy tightened instinctively, trying to adjust around his size.

So big...

So deep...

He didn’t rush. Haruki moved with control, slowly sliding in deeper, feeling every clench, every trembling twitch of her body responding.

The friction.

It was unbearable.

Delicious.

Her body tensed and quivered, adjusting to him again.

She loved this feeling.

That intoxicating blend of fullness, of being claimed.

Her breath was shaky, her thighs weak beneath her.

But her heart.

Her heart was beating wildly.

He fills me too perfectly...

Why does it feel even better today...?

She lowered her head, lips parted in a soft moan she couldn’t suppress.

The moment was theirs.

Meanwhile, Haruki felt it.

The moment he slowly pushed into her tight pussy.

It was...

Unreal.

Her pussy clenched around him with a heat and softness that nearly stole his breath.

So wet.

So tight.

So snug it felt like her body had been made for him.

Each slow inch he sank in, he could feel her trembling.

He could hear her soft gasps, the quiet catch in her throat.

And it only made him hungrier.

That first push inside her was everything.

The pressure.

The slick heat.

The way her pussy pulsed around his penisas if her body couldn’t decide between resisting or pulling him deeper.

Damn.

Every time sex with her felt better than the last.

More intense.

More addictive.

And when he bottomed out, completely sheathed inside her. He stilled.

To feel it.

To feel her.

So full.

So warm.

So perfect.

He lowered his head, his chest brushing against her bare back.

She was breathing harder now, softly, shakily.

He kissed her shoulder gently.

And began to move his hips.

Slowly at first, pulling back just a little, then sliding back in, deep and unhurried.

The sensation gripped him immediately.

Her pussy, even wet, was still too tight.

Each time he pulled back, it clung to him. Like her body didn’t want to let go.

Each time he pushed in, she welcomed him with a slick, warm ease that made his stomach tighten.

God...

It was delicious.

That friction, gentle resistance on the way out, velvet heat swallowing him on the way in.

He could feel everything.

The wet sounds grew faintly louder with each stroke.

A soft, rhythmic slosh that made his pulse race.

It was like sliding into something forbidden and divine, all at once.

He kept his movements slow, deep.

Savoring the glide.

The taste of her pussy, through the pulsing grip around his penis.

And each time he bottomed out inside her again, he let out a soft breath near her ear.

This wasn’t just sex.

It was something he could never explain.

Something only Kyouko made him feel.

He moved again—slow, deliberate.

Letting her pussy drag against every inch of him.

Letting her walls tell him she was ready to break.

Haruki didn’t know why.

He couldn’t understand it.

They’d been having sex so many times already.

And yet... every single time he slid into her...

It felt like the first. freēnovelkiss.com

Her pussy, so tight, hot, should’ve gotten used to his size by now.

By all logic, she shouldn’t still grip him like this.

She shouldn’t still pull him in like her body had never known him before.

But she did.

Every. Damn. Time.

In fact, it felt like she was even tighter.

Even more delicious.

It made his head spin.

It wasn’t just physical—it was addictive.

Every slow thrust made him want to lose control.

Every squeeze of her pussy around his penis made him forget everything except the need to be deeper, to feel her more.

Why is she still this tight... this perfect?

He didn’t understand.

But he loved it.

He was obsessed with it.

That velvet heat, the way she wrapped around him, like a sweet, wet trap built only for him.

And the way her pussy responded with every slow push—fluttering, clenching, quivering.

It drove him mad.

She was supposed to get used to me.

But no...

She was only getting better.

And he.

Was already addicted beyond saving.

( End Of Chapter )