An Innocent Beauty Continues Part2

[Deepak.kapoor]

Surrender to the Moment

Vikram's grip tightened on Meera's hips as he guided her, setting a pace that left her breathless. As she rocked against him, her heart pounded with every movement, feeling his hard penis pressing against her most sensitive area pussy. The heat between them built like a storm, consuming her senses, drowning out the voice in her head that screamed for her to remember why she was doing this.


"That's it, Meera," Vikram murmured, his eyes filled with raw hunger as he watched her movements. "You feel my hard penis, too, don’t you?" His hands roamed over her hips and waist, guiding her to move faster, to ride the growing wave of pleasure.


Meera’s breath hitched, her body responding in ways she hadn’t anticipated. She had thought she could control this, play him into trusting her, but now it felt like the dark lust was leading her. She tilted her head back, eyes closed, letting out a soft moan as she moved against him.


Emboldened by her response, Vikram let one of his palms cup her breast, squeezing harshly but with a boldness that made her arch her back in response. His thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her pussy that made her hips buck against him.


Meera bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but it was impossible. The friction and pressure were all too much.” Oh my god.”


"Look at you," Vikram breathed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you wanted this, Meera. I can feel how much you need it."


Vikram's lips left hers, trailing down to her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he growled softly, "You're mine now, Meera. I want to hear you say it."


She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered, "I'm yours..." The words escaped before she could stop them, the admission sending a thrill through both of them as they surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their bodies.


Vikram's eyes gleamed with triumph at her whispered words, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied smirk. "That's what I wanted to hear," he breathed against her neck, his voice a mixture of possession and lust.


Vikram moved his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, possessively, his tongue exploring her mouth with an intensity that made her shiver. He could feel her movements growing more desperate, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. She was surrendering, giving herself over to the dark lust, and it fed his ego, his desire to dominate her completely.


"You're mine, Meera," he whispered against her lips, his voice rough, almost a growl. His hands moved up her sides, pushing her blouse aside further to expose more of her skin. He wanted to see her, to claim every part of her, to make her feel that she was at his mercy.


Meera's head spun, her thoughts chaotic with guilt, desire, and confusion. She had never expected it to go this far.


As his hands roamed over her, moving to her breasts and squeezing them gently, she let out a soft moan, her back arching against his touch. It was as if her body had completely given up the fight, moving with its own will. She rocked her hips against him, feeling the friction between them grow, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.


Vikram watched her with a heated gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "Yes, just like that," he muttered, his hands guiding her movements, pressing her down onto him harder, faster. "You can't resist it, can you?"


Meera bit her lip, her eyes closing as she let out a shaky breath.


Vikram sensed her surrender and grinned, relishing his power over her.


The intensity between them built rapidly, spiraling out of control. Meera’s movements became faster, her hips rocking against Vikram’s with a fierce need. The space around them blurred, and all she could feel was the rising heat inside her, the growing tension coiling tighter and tighter within her pussy. Vikram's hands gripped her hips with bruising strength, guiding her rhythm.


"That's it," Vikram groaned, his voice thick with lust, his eyes glazed over with the sheer pleasure of the moment. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her lost in the rhythm they had created, her face flushed, her eyes closed, as she rode the wave about to break.


Meera's breaths came in shallow gasps, her head tilted back as she let the desire engulf her. Every nerve in her body was on fire, and she could feel herself being drawn to the edge, closer and closer with every thrust, every brush of his hands on her skin. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds she wanted to escape, but it was useless. A soft, breathless moan slipped out, echoing in the small, darkened space around them.


Vikram's grip tightened as he felt his control slipping. His hands roamed over her body, one moving up to her chest, squeezing her breast as he thrust upwards, meeting her movements. His breathing grew ragged, each breath matched by their frantic pace. He could feel his climax building, a powerful wave crashing inside him, and he knew he was on the brink.


"Meera..." he groaned, his voice trembling with the rawness of his desire.  


And then it hit. The wave of pleasure that had been building inside both of them crashed, washing over them in an intense, overwhelming release. Meera let out a choked gasp as the climax surged through her, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably. It was a rush that left her breathless, her senses exploding in a mix of heat, pressure, and a release so profound that it left her trembling. All her panty was soiled with her moisture.


Vikram felt his climax rip through him at the exact moment, a powerful jolt that made him tighten his grip on her hips, pulling her down hard against him. His head tilted back as a guttural moan escaped his lips, his body stiffening beneath hers as he reached his peak. His seed was all over Meera's thigh and Meera's panties.


They stayed there, bodies pressed together, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath.