Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

14-Compliant

Does this hurt?" Kenma questioned. his hands still
controlling your hips roll back and forth against his
hard dick.

Truthfully the delightful feeling of your pussy
grinding against his length bare had surpassed the
ache on your lower body.

You found yourself breathing heavily and your
bodv was extra sensitive.

But you didn't want to admit it.
You wrapped your arms around his neck securing
your steadiness.

"No," you moaned out, laying your head against his
shoulder.

His recessive hand had departed from your hips
and began to crawl up your sweater, meaning the
pace of your movement against his dick would
become less energetic as one hand powered your
body.

Kenma went on to massage the most vulnerable
part of your breast with your bra still cloaking it.
His thumb and index finger pinched and
teased your nipple through the material.

You stuffed your mouth with Kenmas t shirt to
muffle your sounds, however the boy didn't like
that.

The grip of his hand went to your neck with a
painful tightening surge forcing your head to lift
upwards.

"Don't do that. I want to hear you," he teased, a
mocking grin wide on his lips.

"Iike I care what you want," you mumbled, not
paying any attention to the fact that Kenma was
leading, was dominating and was greatly turned on.

"Look at the situation your in and you still feel the
need to challenge me?"

It was obvious Kenma was tiring out from the weak
friction between the lips of your pussy and his long
length but you weren't secured by that because you
were still amazingly drenched from your
heightened sensitivity.
However, the boy didn't fail to show you who was
dominating when he went on to choke your neck;
that was previously marked by him already.

He tormentingly licked and sucked on the area you
were most quick to respond on with a cunning smile.

"Because—

A moan had cut by you short.

"What was that?"

He chuckled against your skin knowing you could
only wince and whine from the feeling.
Reducing his grip too less then nothing he then put
both hands back to your hips grinding the
drenched inner lips of your pussy against his dick.
You moaned louder then before from his vast speed
and his nonstop attack at the side of your neck.

He'd firstly kiss that vulnerable patch sweetly
sucking on it like a baby did to his bottle.
After making such vibrant patches he'd soothingly
lick over it easing your delightfully sour stir.

"You might want to keep it down, you don't want
my mom to hear you, isn't that right?" He continued, acting as if he wasn't the root of the sounds leaving your mouth.

Your clit and neck were throbbing in pleasure and
you were sure it wasn't going to end well for you.
"You should feel the thrill of being out of your
comfort zone," he spoke again, this time giving you
unswerving eye contact.

Your face was a mess, you were heated and sweaty
and groans swept off your tongue.Your mind went
boggled with glee. Yet, all you were sure of was that
you hated how Kenma was staring at you
insultingly, giving you the impression that you
were just a joke to him and that you were simply
giving into him.

You reminisced over the information Kuroo told
you. A certain line echoing

'Kenma liked confidence'.