He threw her body on the bed and she bounced slightly before she sat up straight while he was taking off his belt readily.
Scared, she crawled back a little and gulped.
He pushed his pants down and began to crawl at her when she murmured while cowering back.
"N-night..."? She trailed off as he heard her.
"What"? He asked irritated at her interruption.
"I-it is not night yet".
She was trying to postpone it. A soft snicker left his mouth as he looked at her lustfully.
"It doesn't matter what time it is. Day or night. You are mine for at least 7 days.
Saying that he pulled her to him by her foot and attached his lips with her while taking off her saree.
He didn't understand why he even gave her a saree just to remove it. He would keep that point in his mind to not give her a dress if he intends to have sex next time.
Arnav's pov
Our clothes were discarded as I locked her hands up. She had her eyes shut in fear while the back of my fingers grazed her skin. Small sniffles were heard as tears streamed down as she remained tight-lipped.
Leaning forward I took in her lips and her eyes grew wide looking straight into my eyes. And there it is. The mother fucking goddamn current that passed through my body jolted my inner soul whenever she initiates her eye contact with mine. It is always the eyes. The fucking eye contact is making me go crazy and I should be concerned about it. But still, I find myself stealing a glance of her eyes at every moment. So fucking beautiful. No. It is something more than beautiful. It looks as if she is made just right for me. Just for me. Like she was born for me. Like even her parents and ancestors had a hand in bringing her into this world just for me.
My hand lifted her right leg and placed her leg on my back as I slowly positioned myself at her entrance and her eyes got shut again with a hint of determination that she wouldn't open her eyes again. But I would break that determination. Taking her lips into a deep kiss passionately I pushed my thing into her and she yelped in my mouth as her back arched, her chest touching mine and her eyes snapped open while I closed my eyes as I groaned in pure satisfaction. It is warm inside her.
I nuzzled my face into her crook as I began to move, still gripping her leg to my back and the other one locking her hands above her head. I lifted her other leg as well and made her legs lock to my waist as I began to thrust faster while I looked at her shining pearly tears coming out of her eyes while her lips pressed into a thin line as she bore the pain. For her sake, I began to ride slowly but with rotation t, thrusts as I massaged her inner core with my shaft.
My other hand cupped her left bosom as I began to grope the plump thing like loose flour. And fuck it. This is the most satisfying thing I ever had in my hand. It felt so plump that it urged me to have a bite of it but I remembered that it was her breast. But it isn't like I really cannot eat.
Leaning down, I closed my mouth on her mound, sucking much of her skin into my mouth. Then I again latched on them and began to suck them like an ice cream as I heard her quiet whimpers. Wetting her breasts with my tongue I pulled back till the tip of my cock I again pushed deep inside her and her chest arched again as a gasp left from her mouth. Her eyes opened to look at me trying to convey her unsaid request to not give such sudden thrusts before she looked away. My jaw clenched and I did the exact thing three times, making her gasp and whimper. Then I again latched my mouth on her nipple and bit them when she cried out in pain and her face crinkled probably feeling humiliation or disgust. But I don't care. I believe this is the cure for my obsession. Once this is finished she will be free. My tongue played with her hardened nipple before making smooching sounds with my mouth while my other hand grabbed her other breast. Her fisted hands were placed on my shoulder, and I felt them. The reflex in her hands is urging her to push me away while she is reminding herself not to and to get over it so that it will be finished soon.
I began to thrust faster this time and this time her short moans escaped from her mouth despite her resistance with each thrust pushing up her body. Her face whipped to the side as she folded her lower lip in trying to suppress her voice while her inside muscles tightened around my shaft. A satisfied groan left my mouth as the desire grew stronger and began to thrust fast as I was near to my release. I saw her hands trying to crawl slowly to cover herself when I trapped her both hands side to her head and continued thrusting. Her face showed that could not resist anymore as well as her insides. A cry escaped from her mouth as she was hit by a strong release and a few more deep trusts making her gasp. I released mine inside her.
We both panted heavily as I fell upon her still my hands supporting me to not crush her. I took deep calm breaths to come out of the euphoria that I just felt now. Electric shocks sparked in my body when I released mine and it felt blissful to even come out of it.
I turned my face to the right to see what she must be feeling right now wondering if she also felt the same euphoria as me. Crazy electric shocks like me. But I see a silent tear trailing out her tight shut eyes wetting her long lashes as she hiccuped while her chin wobbled with her chest heaving up with each sob. Fucking beautiful. For god's sake, she is fucking beautiful. A temptress that could make a man fall on his knees and kiss her feet. I don't know if I'm a sadist or not. Because as much as I remember I didn't really enjoy a crying girl. Nor a laughing girl either. I might sound like a hypocrite but I hate women kind. Even her hiccups sound beautiful. It feels strange that I feel her every action is beautiful and even stranger that I always compare her with all the girls of my past and hype her up in my mind. I always explain to myself about her every detail and find myself admiring deeply. Even worse, once I was thinking how her mere existence was a beautiful thing. Like a delicate, little fragile flower. Or a porcelain doll. Or just the most beautiful angel on this earth. A mesmerizing creature I guess. She is making me feel wonders. And that is making me afraid. The question is making me afraid.
Why?
Why am I always thinking about her?
And why only her but not others?
I swear I saw much more beautiful women than her. But I refuse now. They aren't beautiful anymore.
And look. This is the shit I'm being tensed about. Why am I thinking obsessively about her? Why every fucking thought of mine is being started and ended with her.
Isn't this sex thing supposed to help my feelings get down a little bit since I got what I want? But rather I find my feelings knitting up getting stronger and stronger as I look more at her. Her eyelids opened as she stared ahead with a blank gaze as her tears still streamed down with a silent sniffle.
Maybe I think my feelings will start to fall down once I reach my peak with her and then deteriorate like a consumer's equilibrium theory. All I have to do is spend more time with her and then I can get rid of these feelings and her. Maybe a week will be enough. But just a week and the fact that later I couldn't see her made my stomach twist insides. Ignoring it I tried to concentrate on my present which was lying in front of me.
My lips landed on her smooth cheek and just for that her eyelids again closed as if she was giving up again. Or maybe shutting down. But I will not let that happen. Sex is an amazing thing and that should be enjoyed. And when it is with me for her I'll make sure she gets the bestest pleasure ever.
But why am I keen on giving her pleasure when it's me who forced her into this for my pleasure?
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