Kiss Me, Liar - Chapter 128
My heart pounded so wildly that it felt suffocating. What in the world did I say? Even though I told myself that I was already satisfied. I was crazy–how could I overstep my bounds like this? I was sure that I went out of my mind from the continued string of luck. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to confess to him.
“Uh, ummm…” I wanted to say something, but every word that spilled from my lips was incoherent. What should I do? I wanted to know what face Keith was making, but at the same time, I stopped myself because I didn’t want to see it. I couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him. I thought that Keith would pull out of me and yell at me to f*ck off immediately. Although, I called for the situation myself. How could I be so presumptuous after sleeping with him a few times?
Oh, God. Why did I say that?
However, Keith’s lips covered mine, and it didn’t hit me what was happening. The tongue that suddenly invaded my mouth swirled around and meshed with my tongue, snapping me out of my reverie.
What did this mean?
I was bewildered, but I couldn’t ask because of the ongoing kiss. Before I could think any further, Keith flopped down on the bed with me in his arms. I ended up on top of him, and I tried to sit up but failed because of his grip on my waist.
“…Mm, nngh.” Muted moans leaked out of my mouth. I didn’t know what was what, yet Keith continued to kiss me. Whenever I tried to lift my head, he grabbed it and pulled me back to mesh our tongues together. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but his other arm wound around my hips, locking me in and disabling my movements. Unable to move, I was tied down to him and violated top and bottom.
My mind was completely addled. Below, he was aggressively pumping into me, and above, he was ravenously sucking me in. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth, dripping on Keith’s lips, but he didn’t care at all. It was the first time that we kissed so messily and passionately. I was short of air and had to gasp breathlessly. Even so, Keith didn’t stop.
His p*nis pounded into me, hot and ruthless. He secured my hips, not letting me move at all, and pumped in and out like crazy. I could only keep my legs apart above Keith and let out suppressed moans. Every time Keith penetrated me, the slick from beneath dripped out, drenching Keith’s groin.
Locked onto my lips, Keith grabbed a fistful of my hair and thrust his p*nis to the base. Hot fluid spurted into my belly, which made me quiver. He spurted out more than usual. The fluid that flowed into me seeped deep into my membranes.
A sweet scent wafted into my nostrils–it was Keith’s pheromones. I then realized that the pheromones that poured into me and the pheromones from his skin were slightly different. I relished the fragrance with my eyes closed. Perhaps this scent was from his kiss, carried by his breath. I wondered what the scent permeating into me was. Why did it feel so different?
Keith let go of my head only after he finished ej*culating, although the arm around my waist remained. I lifted my head as I gasped for breath. As I looked down at him with dazed eyes, Keith smiled tenderly. His arm around my waist loosened, and he grabbed my a*s. He massaged my flesh slowly, enjoying the feel of my bottom.