Miyu lay beneath Haruto, her chest heaving, her whole body slick with sweat as the last shudders of her orgasm ran through her. Her thighs twitched around his waist, her voice breaking into soft whimpers as her walls fluttered around his cock.
But Haruto didn't pull out. He didn't slow.
His hips kept moving, deep and steady, dragging his thick length through her still-spasming pussy, making her cry out again.
"Ahhh—n-no… Haruto… I-I just… I just came…" Miyu's words dissolved into a moan as her back arched.
Her pussy was hypersensitive, every stroke making her nerves scream with pleasure that was almost too much to bear. She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in, half-pleading, half-clinging to him.
"Don't stop," Haruto whispered against her lips, his voice low, commanding yet tender. "You can take more, Miyu… your body's begging for it."
And it was. Her trembling hips began to lift against his thrusts, her body betraying her again, finding the rhythm even as her mind reeled.
Each movement sent wet slaps echoing in the room, her juices coating him, dripping down onto the sheets beneath them.
Miyu's voice grew higher, shaky and broken:
"Haruto… ahhh… it's too much… it feels… too good…"
He kissed her again, hard, swallowing her cries while his hand slid down to rub her clit—mercilessly, relentlessly, syncing with every thrust.
Her pussy clenched even tighter, pulling at him, milking him as though she didn't want him to ever leave.
Miyu's body was caught in a cruel bliss—every thrust dragging her closer to another edge she thought impossible to reach so soon after the first.
Her moans grew louder, more shameless, echoing against the walls.
And Haruto, locked deep inside her, never let her escape.
Miyu's body was still twitching with the aftershocks of her climax, her pussy gripping Haruto's cock as if afraid to let him go. Her breath came in broken, shuddering gasps, her chest heaving against his, sweat gleaming on her flushed skin.
"Haruto… p-please… I can't… it's too much…" she whimpered, her nails scratching lightly at his shoulders as though trying to resist.
But her body betrayed her. Every time he drove into her trembling core, her hips arched up to meet him. Every thrust forced a choked moan past her lips, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Her tight walls, still sensitive from release, fluttered helplessly around him. Each grind of his cock sent sparks bursting through her nerves, her clit throbbing, begging for more even as her voice quivered with protest.
"Shhh…" Haruto whispered against her ear, his breath hot, his tone commanding yet gentle. "Don't fight it… just let me move you. Let me show you how good this can feel again."
He pressed his mouth to her neck, sucking softly as he thrust deeper, slower, each movement deliberate—dragging out the sensation until Miyu was left gasping, her body writhing beneath him.
Her moans grew higher, louder, the sound filling the room as she clung tighter, her resistance melting into desperate need.
"Ahhhhnnn! H-Haruto… it's—ahhh—it's happening again…!"
Her thighs quivered, toes curling, as her body sank into his rhythm. The line between pain, exhaustion, and ecstasy blurred until all that was left was raw hunger—her pussy weeping around his cock, begging him to never stop.
Miyu's eyes glazed with tears and lust as she looked up at him, lips trembling. "I-I don't want it to end… Haruto…"
And Haruto, looking down at her ruined innocence, could only smirk softly, his thrusts quickening, his hand finding her clit once more.
"Then I'll keep going until you can't beg anymore."
Miyu's voice was already ragged, every moan spilling out of her lips raw and unrestrained as Haruto's thrusts quickened. Her body shivered beneath him, still reeling from her first climax, yet unable to escape the new pressure building low in her belly.
Her back arched violently, breasts pressing against his chest as his cock dragged across every sensitive spot inside her soaked walls. Her nails clawed at his skin, not in rejection, but as if anchoring herself against the storm tearing her apart.
"Harutoooo… I-I can't take it… it's—ahhhhnnnn!" she cried, her voice breaking into a desperate scream.
Haruto swallowed her cries with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating hers, muffling the sound of her surrender. At the same time, his fingers rolled over her clit in relentless circles, matching the pace of his thrusts.
Her thighs trembled violently, locking around his waist, holding him impossibly deep inside her. Every push filled her to the brim, her pussy fluttering helplessly, clenching tighter and tighter until she felt like she might break.
And then—
Her body shattered again.
"AhhhhhhHHHHhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn—!"
Miyu screamed into his mouth as her second orgasm ripped through her, harder, sharper, more explosive than the first. Her pussy convulsed around him, milking his cock with desperate spasms as her body bucked wildly beneath him.
Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, her whole form quaking in his arms as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded her.
Haruto held her tightly, grinding deep to let her feel every inch, every pulse. His hand stroked through her hair, his lips brushing against her ear. "That's it… break for me, Miyu. You're so beautiful like this."
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her voice weak and broken between sobs and moans.
"Haruto… ahhh… I-I can't… I'm scared… it feels too good…"
Yet even as she said the words, her pussy squeezed around him desperately, refusing to let him go.
Haruto smiled darkly, kissing her trembling lips. "Don't be scared. This is only the beginning."
Miyu lay beneath him, chest heaving, her whole body trembling from the aftershocks. Her skin glistened with sweat, her thighs still twitching around his waist as if refusing to let him slip free. Every breath came out broken, a mix of soft moans and whimpers, her flushed face turned up to his.
Haruto lowered his lips to her temple, brushing away the tears that clung to her lashes. His voice was low, warm, and firm, wrapping around her like a blanket.
"You were perfect," he whispered, pressing slow kisses along her cheek, down her jaw, finally resting at her lips. "So beautiful when you break for me… I'll never forget the way your body sang just now."
Miyu whimpered softly, hiding her face against his shoulder, her words muffled. "It… it was too much… I didn't even know I could feel like that."
Haruto chuckled, stroking her damp hair back with tender fingers, his cock still buried inside her but no longer thrusting. Just there, filling her, reminding her who had taken her so far.
"You don't need to be afraid," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot, sending shivers down her spine. "Every time, I'll take you deeper. Every time, I'll make you fall apart in my arms. And you'll love it more than you ever thought possible."
Miyu trembled at his words, her nails clutching at his back. Despite her exhaustion, she melted further into him, her body soft and pliant, her heart racing at the thought of surrendering again.
He kissed her slowly, unhurried, tongue teasing hers as if savoring her sweetness. Then, pulling back, he smiled down at her—a smile equal parts tender and wicked.
"Rest now, Miyu," he whispered, rocking his hips just enough to make her gasp faintly. "Because tomorrow night… I'll show you pleasures that will make tonight feel innocent."
Her eyes widened, but the exhaustion overtook her, and she buried her face in his chest, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.