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He grins dazedly at me, then points around the room. “Lady’s choice.”
Oh, yes and yes. I know exactly where to go.
I hustle over to the end of the couch, draping myself over the tall scroll arm. Cushiony.
Putting my hands flat against the seat, I turn my head to see if he’s followed.
He’s still standing where I left him. So cute.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “How’s this?”
For a moment, he doesn’t answer. I watch his Adam’s apple work in his throat. He swallows. “Prettiest sight I’ve seen in my entire life.”
Crossing to me, he rubs a warm hand along the curve of my ass.
I am losing it again, and when he squeezes and spreads my cheeks, I cry out, and then louder when he thrusts into me.
The insistent pull-and-stretch is everything as he delves deeper and deeper. So deep, the tip of his cock seems to be hitting the end of my cervix. But I want fast. And he is slowly pulling out. Slowly torturing me.
“Sandesh,” I reprimand, and he slams back into me, fast and rough.
I gasp, lose my bracing, and slip against the cushions, before I can regain my position.
He doesn’t stop, driving hard, panting at the increase in friction.
My hands slip again. I re-brace, moaning approval at the increase in speed and friction.
My core trembles and tightens around his thick thrusts, and I watch him, the beauty of him, reflected in the glossy blackness of the TV screen.
His long, muscular frame with one palm pressed flat against the curve of my back… His head tipped down to watch where he enters me, a look of exquisite need on his handsome face… His perfect ass tight and hard as he pumps into me…
He thrusts so rapidly my clit rubs hotly against the couch. Still sensitive from his fingers, this causes an intense and uncontrollable reaction. “Oh God.”
Caught between him and the couch, the friction so delicious it only takes a moment.
Bliss.
I cry out as electric pulses crash into me. The tremors obliterate awareness of everything but the overpowering, exquisite release.
When I come back, I’m panting and the muscles in my arms are tense. Aftershocks tingle along my core. I wiggle and squirm under Sandesh, press the tips of my toes against the floor, raising up, giving him greater access.
“Justice,” he says, and there is no doubt that he means that as a warning. He won’t last much longer.
I’ve already had two amazing orgasms, but the change in angle has my body tightening again, and the pressure of his cock strokes and pumps against my G-spot.
The thick width of him plunges with frantic abandon… the feel of him… So good. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
Greedy, sure. But it feels so damn good.
He grunts, “So fucking beautiful,” then slaps himself into me again and again and again.
I’m so helpless, I whimper and moan beneath him as another wave of pleasure rises and rises then crashes through me.
Nearly on top of my shout, Sandesh comes with a drawn-out groan so scorching hot it singes my ears.
The rub and tug of my final orgasm slows with his pace.
Breathing like he’d run a four-minute mile, he slumps over me, kisses me on the back of the neck.
