...ff against her.
“Ohmigod… Kiba… Please don’t do this… Someone will come. Someone will catch you and I wont be able to defend you like this,” She begged me, the tears trailing down her cheeks. She cared. In my crazed state I still knew she didn’t hate me, she still cared about me. But she was wrong. No one would come. The sun was already setting and many shinobi’s were off on missions.
“Liar… You don’t want me to stop” I whispered in her ear. “ You’re father wont miss you because he will just assume your training through the night again and you will be… You will be training… With me. Only… It’s a little different than the normal training we would normally do hmmmm?”
I pushed myself harder against her letting her feel how I felt. She gasped. I knew she was shocked. She had never done anything more than hold hands with boys. And even then it never meant anything unless it was me…
I took my right hand and unzipped her jacket. It was in the way. I let my eyes wonder down her tube top that left nothing to the imagination. It was summer so I expected her to be wearing something light. Her breasts were large for her proportions. But pert and soft.
I groaned. The deep guttural sound from my throat very obviously expressing the extent of my arousal. I kissed her hard. I forced her to respond to my tongue as I tasted her lips and fought her own tongue. I grinded my erection against her hard. I didn’t care. She knew what...