Adultery Love Sex And War Part 1 : Age Of Darkness

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                                                                          (CHAPTER CONTD)

When Sonarika gained consciousness , she was in the flat at Galaxy Apartments riding Vikram. She was facing him. He had his hands on her breasts as she slid up and down on his cock. They moved slowly, her ass moving up and down on him as she rode.

Then Vikram was spooning Sonarika on the bed, Vikram was sliding in from behind. Vikram had his arms on her shoulders, sliding into Sonarika's pussy. Her entire body was sweaty, as she got fucked. Vikram began moving faster, pounding her even harder. As they were closing into an orgasm , Sonarika realized this wasn't happening right now. Matter of fact this was just a memory , something she had already done in this very Galaxy Apartments. Vikram slid in hard to Sonarika and began to cum. He moaned loudly as he emptied into her pussy.

That was when Sonarika woke up with a startle. She was back in her hotel room , her robe was intact. Slowly she recollected what happened last night. Their passionate kiss shared at the atrium garden , Sonarika and Vikram ended up here making out but eventually Vikram had to go as he got some calls which brought the distraction among them. And thus Sonarika went to bed and saw one of their special moments as a dream in her sleep.

Sonarika noticed a note placed on the desk near the bed.

For your quiet morning. I’ll see you downstairs – V

She smiled seeing the acknowledgement he has for her. Soon , Sonarika worked on to get fresh. After a wonderful warm shower , she wore a special saree she bought for the function. A black and gold embroidery textured saree. Its blouse had a unique design which covered most of her cleavage and the back was somewhat exposed like a round bird window with ribbons tied on the upper and lower section of the blouse. As she wore the final bird pendant , she looked at the mirror , appreciating her look and hoping that this will make Vikram feel weak on his knees. 

As the mandap glowed in warm golden light and the chants of the pandit echoed in the background, Sonarika stood among the crowd, her eyes occasionally shifting from the bride and groom to the man standing a few feet away—Vikram. Their eyes met across the aisle as Rachika's dupatta brushed against the holy fire. Vikram gave her a slow, knowing smile, his eyes wandering momentarily to the bird-shaped pendant nestled near her collarbone, glinting with soft defiance. The memory of their kiss from the previous night at the atrium garden flickered in both their minds. That kiss had unchained something long buried under chastity and responsibilities, and now there was no veil left to hide behind. They were no longer pretending.

Later, as everyone moved to the open lawn for the wedding feast, Vikram found her near the jasmine-dbangd swing meant for photo ops. Her saree shimmered beneath the fairy lights, her silhouette delicate and bold in equal measure. He approached slowly, brushing past a few guests, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear. 

"You’re stealing the bride’s thunder" 

Sonarika turned, arching an eyebrow, then smiled—softly, intimately. 

"Only because you’re looking at me like that" she said. 

And for a moment, surrounded by music and conversation, time folded into their own little world as they stood facing each other, his fingers briefly brushing against hers.

They sat together during dinner at a corner table where flickering candles cast shadows on their faces. Between bites and laughter, Vikram leaned closer and wiped a smudge of kheer from the corner of her lip. His touch lingered a second longer than necessary. She looked at him through kohl-lined eyes and said softly. 

"Don’t make it harder than it already is"  

But Vikram, ever the bold one, whispered back. 

"I’m not making it hard. I’m just making it real" 

Her breath caught slightly. 

Outside, firecrackers burst in the evening sky in celebration, but the true ignition had already happened between them.

As Rachika and Jayesh moved to take their saat pheras, the air inside the mandap thickened with incense and emotion. Sonarika and Vikram stood side by side again, holding flower petals. When Jayesh tied the mangalsutra around Rachika’s neck, Sonarika turned her face slightly toward Vikram. Without looking away from the newlyweds, he reached into his handful of petals and gently released a few over Sonarika’s head. She gave him a mock look of indignation but then, smirking, followed suit and let a cascade of petals rain down over him. Their smiles held stories neither dared speak aloud.

Later, while the couple received blessings from elders, Vikram and Sonarika stepped away into the quieter corridor leading to the banquet garden. The music had faded into a softer tune, and the lanterns above them swayed with the monsoon breeze. 

"This place has become more than a home to me right now" Vikram murmured. 

"Its definitely more spacious than Galaxy Apartments thats for sure" 

Sonarika looked at him, her expression unreadable for a moment, then her fingers reached up to touch the pendant. 

"But still , I am scared to touch this fire again!" 

Sonarika said, her voice tinged with a sadness he understood too well.

But the day wasn’t over. A slow romantic song began to play as a few guests took to the lawn to dance. Vikram extended a hand. 

"Then how about a different dance?" 

She hesitated only a heartbeat before placing her hand in his. He pulled her close, and as they swayed under the darkening sky—his arm around her waist, her head grazing his chest—it felt like a soft rebellion against fate. Her fingers curled slightly into his sherwani. In that moment, Sonarika wasn’t a wife or a mother—she was simply a woman who found something lost within her, returning to her making her felt fully seen.

When Sonarika and Vikram returned to Hotel Golden Dream. Vikram held her hand.

"I wanna show you something"

He lead her through the backside of the courtyard towards an elevated spot. Sonarika was nervous and curious as the place was somewhat a forest and in the night it was dark. But as they walked ahead and reached a higher point of that place. She realized the place was kind of a valley top and it had a wonderful marble patio that stood as a lookout and a watching spot from that area. Near that spatio was an old carriage that was placed like an antique decoration piece.

As Sonarika was enjoying the sight of this beautiful place , she didn't expect the weather to suddenly change making the situation a challenge.

The rain began like a gentle whisper on the leaves, turning quickly into a passionate downpour as Sonarika and Vikram ran toward the marble patio. Her black saree, now glistening and clinging to every curve, made her look like a goddess sculpted from midnight and gold. The golden embroidery shimmered under the stray flashes of lightning, accentuating the arch of her back and the generous curve of her hips. As she reached the patio, half-laughing, half-breathless, she felt Vikram’s gaze like a heated caress along her soaked skin.

When Vikram played "Tip Tip Barsa Paani" on his phone, Sonarika felt an electric jolt run through her spine. That song, so notorious for its raw sensuality, seemed to mirror the thrum in her veins. She looked into Vikram’s hungry eyes and, with a playful smirk, removed the pins from her hair. Her hair tumbled down in waves, catching the rain like a dark waterfall. Slowly, she began to sway, hips rolling, her hands teasingly sliding down her sides. Each movement accentuated the secret curves her saree barely contained.

Vikram watched her as if he was watching fire dance—dangerous, beautiful, impossible to turn away from. He couldn’t resist long; he joined her, moving closer with each beat. Their bodies responded like two magnets drawn together, his lips murmuring the lyrics as his hands hovered near her waist. Together, they recreated a dance both playful and primal, water dripping from their bodies as if they shared one pulse, one breath.

The music seemed to possess them. Sonarika felt her self-control dissolve into the rain as she danced closer, her chest pressing against Vikram’s. The warmth of his breath on her neck sent shivers shooting down her spine. Their laughter turned to gasps, and the slow, teasing moves gave way to something urgent and uncontainable. When their lips finally met, the world outside vanished in a splash of thunder and silver rain.

Their kiss deepened, their bodies melting into each other with a fervor neither could deny. Vikram’s hands roamed down her back, pressing her closer, making her moan into his mouth. She felt the familiar ache bloom in her core, an ache she had long learned to keep hidden from her husband. Tonight, however, there was no Hemant, no Karan—only this forbidden fire crackling between her and Vikram.

Rain lashed down like an untamed symphony as Vikram grasped Sonarika’s hand, pulling her gently but urgently from the marble patio where their lips had just collided in a fevered kiss that reignited everything they had buried. The valley behind them shimmered with mist and memory, echoing the dance they had just shared—wild, soaked, and electric. The wooded path ahead, the same one they had walked hours ago beneath a calmer sky, was now a blur of leaves and water. But Vikram didn’t hesitate, and Sonarika followed without protest, her soaked sari clinging to her skin, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and surrender.

They moved in silence, except for the storm and their synchronized steps through the mud and trees, hearts thudding louder than the thunder above. Reaching the back entrance of the Golden Dream Hotel, Vikram swiped his access card and ushered her in without a word, his fingers never loosening from hers. The warmth of the hotel’s interior kissed their drenched skin, but neither acknowledged it. In the elevator, Sonarika glanced at the panel, heart skipping as it passed her floor. She knew. He said nothing. Just stood beside her, water dripping from his hair, his presence a magnetic pull that had never truly let her go. The numbers climbed, rising like the heat between them.

When the doors opened, Vikram led her through the silent corridor to the suite where it had all begun. He unlocked the door, stepped inside, and she followed. No words. No turning back. The door shut behind them with a quiet finality. Vikram turned to her, not with a smile, but with the intensity of a man who had waited too long for this moment to come again. There would be no soft touches tonight, no careful hesitation. What had begun in stolen glances and breathless nights would now explode in full, unapologetic passion—an old flame, reignited not to warm, but to burn.


The suite shimmered dimly in the golden lamplight, casting seductive shadows across the walls as Vikram pulled Sonarika inside, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in chaotic unison. The rain still echoed on the windows behind them, but neither noticed—too consumed by the fire that had reignited between them. The room hadn’t changed since the last time they gave into each other here; the scent of sandalwood in the air seemed to recall their past transgressions, as though the walls remembered. As the door clicked shut, Vikram’s eyes locked onto hers—fierce, questioning, yearning—and in her gaze, he saw no resistance. Only want.

Sonarika, still catching her breath from their desperate kiss at the patio, watched as Vikram approached her again, his fingers trailing up her arms, goosebumps rising on her rain-slicked skin. Her soaked saree clung to every curve, almost translucent against her blouse and petticoat. When Vikram tugged gently at her pallu, she didn’t stop him. Instead, she lifted her arms slightly, letting the fabric flutter down with a deliberate grace. Spinning slowly, she let the saree unravel from her, until it pooled like liquid gold at her feet. Her damp blouse clung tightly to her chest, rainwater accentuating every outline. Vikram’s gaze drank her in, reverent and starving.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of wet hair from her cheek before trailing his lips along the droplets that dotted her skin. Each kiss burned hotter than the last, descending from her cheek to her jaw, and then down the side of her neck. Sonarika's fingers gripped his shoulder as a gasp escaped her lips, her head tilting to grant him more access. With every kiss, she was pulled deeper into the gravity of their shared past, into the ache that had never truly left her. Vikram’s touch was gentle but possessive—like a man reclaiming something lost but never forgotten.

Suddenly, Sonarika slipped away, her bare feet soundless as she moved toward the window. The city lights glimmered beyond the glass, blurred by the downpour, but Vikram only had eyes for her. Her back was to him now, the two satin ribbons of her blouse knotted delicately. He approached with quiet intensity, his fingers grazing her spine as he untied each knot with aching slowness. The blouse loosened, falling forward and baring her back fully to him. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his lips finding her neck again as he pulled her flush against him.

Their silhouettes melted together in the window’s reflection—two bodies, one craving. Vikram’s mouth moved urgently along her shoulder while his hands roamed her waist, pulling her with him as they slipped below the window ledge, disappearing from view. The only sounds were the deepening rhythm of their breath and the rain intensifying against the glass, as though the world outside was trying to drown out the sins of the night within. In that room, under that storm, the line they once drew had vanished—and all that remained was the fire neither of them could resist any longer.

High above the lush gardens and polished courtyards of Hotel Golden Dream, the VIP suite remained cloaked in a sensual silence, broken only by the distant growl of thunder. The evening had turned tempestuous, casting a silvery gloom over the grand glass windows that framed the suite like an oil painting. Sheets of rain began lashing the wide balcony, blurring the once-crisp view of the greenery and the lush outskirts of Jabalpur. The garden below, manicured and serene by day, now shuddered under the weight of the storm—petals scattering, branches bending, water pooling in soft ripples along the stone paths.

Inside, the storm outside only heightened the contrast of warmth and flickering tension within the VIP suite. Heavy dbangs swayed slightly with the gusts that managed to slip through the crevices of the tall windows, as the chandelier above gently quivered in sync with the thunder. The rich mahogany walls absorbed the sounds of distant footsteps and hushed voices from lower floors—none aware of the tempest brewing in the suite above. The storm had captured the attention of most guests; they pressed against their own windows or huddled beneath porticos, marveling at the display of nature's fury, oblivious to the parallel storm rising behind closed velvet doors.

As lightning forked across the distant sky, illuminating the dark, rain-slicked city in ghostly white, it found its echo in the fierce, silent electricity within Vikram’s private domain. The suite—opulent, golden, scented faintly with orchids and rain—seemed to hold its breath as shadows danced across the walls. Outside, wind tore through the palms lining the boundary, and fountains overflowed under the relentless downpour. But in the heart of Hotel Golden Dream, where intimacy and memory collided, nature’s drama seemed to reverberate from the earth to the heavens, each thunderclap a drumbeat in a crescendo of passion that mirrored the night’s storm.

In that lavish suite , Vikram's expensive sherwani and his undergarments lied along with Sonarika's scattered gold and black saree signifying their flaming reunion as the drenched up clothes were secreting rain water into the floor. On the bed things were only getting intense.

Vikram and Sonarika let out noises of pleasures, Sonarika's pussy squeezing encouragingly at him as he was already straight into a rhythm, dominantly holding her and starting to pump in and out of her, putting his big cock to work much to her pleasure. His hands caressed her.


Her lovely body was a delight to him too, the way his meat rocked with friction inside her adding an extra tingle to the sheer, slippery sensation of her engulfing pussy. Her noises ascended to a squeal and then squeak to silence as he picked up the pace to a level she never knew possible, hammering himself into her, almost full depth as he pulled her taut. His big cock jammed deeply inside her, sending twinges of pain through her as he started to really stretch her open, forcing her to loosen up more to withstand his pace as he slammed against her. Its been a while to have been thoroughly fucked. Despite that it felt incredible, overwhelming though and all too much for her, just taking it with a silent scream, face screwed up the same as her hands in the bedding as she took his cock in its fullness. Her huge breasts bounced heavily beneath her, rocking and dancing with the momentum of their fuck.


His pounding on her lasted just a few more seconds before he abruptly wrenched himself back out of her, making her gasp loudly before he suddenly spun her around again, this time pushing her down to sit on the side of the bed. Sonarika bounced on the side of the mattress, stabilising herself with her hands out behind her just in time for him to grab a handful of her long black hair and press his cock into her mouth with his other. She mumbled in surprise but didn't complain as his thick head slid into her mouth, making her gag momentarily as he touched the back of her throat with his tip before she could get into a rhythm. Her hand instinctively came up to grasp the base of him as she sucked firmly, pressing the tip of her tongue to the base of his shaft and letting it catch in his thick ring, playing with and exploring it, something she'd missed since the last time. His grip in her dark hair loosened as he pulled her head towards him, wanting every possible inch of himself in her mouth even as she twisted to push him into the hollow of her cheek.


Pulling himself out of her mouth, he pushed her back onto her hands again by her shoulders and thrust himself down towards her chest. Vikram loved doing this to her, with her phenomenal breasts, and he intended to relive it as he pressed himself between them and pushed them up together around him. Sonarika looked up to him with her big eyes as he revelled in her body, shoving energetically between her boobs with a throaty growl of pleasure. She looked down to watch his bulbous head surging up towards her, his tip glinting before her; it was far too tempting to ignore and she leaned down to lick at his tip again, working to try and catch it in the process and sucking at him just a bit where she could.


He watched as she worked to pleasure him as he thrust against her, loving the soft, sensual feel of her huge tits around him mixing with the hot, wet skill of her tongue as it danced and swiped at his sensitive head. It blended with the sensations of her hot, silky legs sliding past his as he stood over her, the milf slipping them up him lightly as she leaned back. He paused a couple of times on his up-stroke to let her toy with his tip since she seemed so interested in it, before enjoying the feel of her again with more strokes. As he paused again Sonarika took hold of the tip in her teeth, pulling at it and twisting slightly, sending a deep wave of sensation through him; not pain, or pleasure really, just an intense feeling. He let her have her moment and then pulled her head carefully back off him by her hair, releasing her lovely boobs somewhat reluctantly.

Sonarika was looking up at him, breathing heavily, just waiting.

"Ready?" Vikram asked with his dominant tone. She just paused, heart fluttering.

"Yesss" 

She replied, not messing around now. He'd already been inside her multiple times in the past , but tonight they were going to be together again after a long time and she needed him back inside her right now. It was a teaser, and reminder of how she loved his cock, and she wasn't going to play around, that time had passed.

"Good" 

Vikram smiled, letting go of her hair and reaching down for her smooth legs, tipping her back on the bed so she bounced down on it, chest mesmerizingly doing the same as he took a strong hold on her limbs, his veiny cock standing out between them. Lowering himself down to her, she murmured softly as he pushed forward to let his big, heavy balls rub over her waiting pussy, through her dark triangle of hair for a moment. Sonarika looked down to consider it, pushing up on her elbows to look down at him over her, how his length extended up her tummy. Fixated by it, she took in just how deep he would be inside her, how far into her body he would bury himself. He knew what she was doing and pushed right against her thighs to show her exactly how far it would reach when he was inside her, hearing her give a restrained gasp at the concept, knowing it could get a little bit deeper than it usually does because he is all charged up.

She looked back up at him with trepidation, met by a smile as he just held it there for a moment longer before slipping back and reaching down to aim himself down towards her slick pussy. Her renewed nerves certainly hadn't made her body want it less, her pussy engorged and slick with thick juices, ready to stretch and receive him. As he lined himself up she let her elbows slide out from under her to drop back onto the bed, though she still craned up to look down and watch the moment he penetrated her. Holding her leg firmly with his left arm, he pressed his pulsing cock to her waiting entrance, almost slipping inside her such was the wetness of her vulva.

"Yessss.....we are together...again!!" 


Vikram said with a grin, loving how badly she wanted it. He didn't draw it out to demand a response from her however, simply teasing himself up and down her labia for a moment, letting her feel his thickness before he pushed down and into her, his bulging head being immediately swallowed by her milfy curvy body, eliciting a gasp from her as he dipped inside, feeling her walls clamp down around him. She just let out a few deep breaths as he pushed just over half his length into her and then drew back into a series of slow, deliberate thrusts as he gave a deep, masculine murmur of pleasure at the succulent squeezing of her pussy. Vikram's right arm joined his left in holding her legs, taking a strong hold on Sonarika which gave her an idea of what she was in for. He certainly didn't seem to be messing around, and now she was going to find out exactly what was in store for her. Vikram's hips started to pick up pace, thrusting into Sonarika faster, just giving her a moment more to get used to his thickness before he started to work on the depth, working another couple of inches into her with ease so she was handling every inch of him.


Sonarika felt herself stretch again delightfully as he squeezed his cock into her pussy, accommodating him perfectly and feeling her nerve endings lighting up as he stroked over every inch of her velvet walls. He leaned over her more as he started pressing that depth a little more firmly, putting more energy into her, making her close her eyes and drop her head back to the bed, just wanting to lay back and enjoy the unique sensations as he indulged himself with her body. He started to pick up the pace more, pumping powerfully into her as she clenched and gripped him with her pussy to intensify it for him, able to feel the stimulation from the hard girth of his penis. He wanted more of her though, all of her, and cranked back on her thighs to drill himself into her, squeezing to feel her, making her grunt as he slowed a little but pushed harder on her, feeling her body resisting him.

At that he gave a few hard, sharp thrusts into her, making her cry out and legs try to squeeze together at the abrupt increase in his efforts, pushing hard against her cervix. She breathed in relief as he resumed his thrusting again, letting her body relax again, knowing she would need to for his next effort. The break was just moments however as he went deep again, a firm thrust initially, before a second resulting in a push, aiming to squeeze himself into her. There was a moment and then he felt her start to give, just hinting that the prize was there to be taken. Vikram pulled back to give another pair of quick thrusts, almost as deep, before he pressed again and forced himself against her squeezing pussy. Sonarika's fingers dug into the bed beside her as her vagina stretched, feeling herself start to give way for him; he felt it too and gave slight grunt of effort as he pulled himself into her to capitalise on it. She gave a strained noise as she felt herself giving way, his persistence paying off as the slow force of his cock broke down her barriers, before crying out as he jolted past and bottomed out in her to embed all of his thick cock in her quivering pussy.

"AHHHH" 

Sonarika breathed harshly through gasping breaths, the sharp pain deep inside her from the breakthrough fading away. He paused to enjoy his victory, releasing her legs and leaning down over her to press his lips to hers, kissing her quite softly as he flexed his cock inside her, tongues entwining as they made out. Their liplock became more intense, faster and more hungry as every one between them seemed to have done so far until he suddenly pulled away from her and grabbed her legs again. Drawing himself back, he kept the stroke to just a couple of inches and then thrust himself back into her, making sure to fully consolidate his position inside her, Sonarika grunting with each time he went balls deep inside her. She inhaled as he drew back for a full length thrust, her lips bulging as his head threatened to pop out of her before he smoothly slipped it all the way back into her body, jolting back to full depth again as she grunted, broken in and unable to resist now, not that she wanted to as pleasure tingled into her from it.

"That feel good?" 

Vikram asked as he started into a steady rhythm of full length strokes so she could completely enjoy all of him.

"Yes!" 

Sonarika breathed, eyes shut as she felt the pleasure spreading through her, rolling her hips onto him so he stroked more over her G-spot, squeezing her pussy down at him to feel a tingle of stimulation it released through her in the process. It was all pleasure now as they worked in unison and he started increasing his pace while she focused on the edge his thrusting added. She'd never felt it before, but it was there and she was loving it. His strokes were short and hard now, jamming himself into her, thumping his balls into her with every thrust as he hauled hard on her legs. His hands slipped down to her pelvis to hold the very base of his thighs, fingertips tracing her thighs as he gained more leverage to really pump himself into her, rocking her whole body now as she bounced on the bed before him. She couldn't do anything to get more involved; Sonarika was sprawled out on the bed, hair all over the place, completely lost to the fucking now as she gasped, grunted and groaned through it in sheer pleasure, huge tits bouncing deliciously. She'd forgotten how incredible it felt to take a pounding from him, he never held back with her, how it stretched and stimulated every possible area within her, and how she surrendered herself to it.

"How long did you miss me Soni" 

Vikram asked with a smile, slowing down to just rock in and out of Sonarika, catching his breath as he leaned between her legs and took hold of her chest for a firm grope. She breathed deeply and arched up as he squeezed her breasts, shivering at the sensations and loving his somewhat heavy handed approach to them.

"A while" 

Sonarika breathed in the answer to his question. Giving her a hard squeeze as he pressed back to full depth inside her again and held it caused her to shudder in sensation.

"How long?" he questioned, before going back to his smooth strokes into her velvet tunnel.

"Months" 

Sonarika gasped as Vikram picked up his pace a bit. His fingers pulled back to pinch at her nipples, giving a distinctly hard grip that made her almost yelp and push up from the bed, looking up to him to see his expression that said he was very much enjoying her milfy body. He groped her again as she flopped back onto the bed again, the pleasure still almost overwhelming her.

"Give me the exact time Soni? I know you know it" 

Vikram asked, giving some strokes of his full length once more as he squeezed hard at her huge tits.

"Ahh.....8 months, 2 weeks, 3 days since that night in Bali!" 

Sonarika nearly growled while confessing as she gasped underneath him. She remembered the time but that was Sonarika's speciality , she always remembers the things that matter to her. Had it been Hemant and she would've told him it has been roughly a month and a day and fifteen hours back when she enjoyed her husband in their bed. But right now Hemant wasn't in the peripheral or her mind for the moment. Either way it was long enough that she'd forgotten exactly how great it felt to take Vikram and feel his intensity. It was accentuated by him picking up the pace again, whining with pleasure and squeezing down on him to feel it fully. She didn't care anymore that she had handed over control to him, he could tell she was absolutely loving it and just wanted to lie back and revel in the sensations of it as he drove deep into her. His hands slid back to her hips again and he took a good hold of her as he set about fucking her again, staying deep and driving himself against her to see and feel her respond to it, giving her the fuck she really wanted. Her boobs bounced intently again, and she gasped loudly.


It only served to heighten her pleasure as she got more turned on by it , he continued hard grabs and gropes of her until he suddenly leaned over her whilst burying himself to full depth inside and held it there to make her shiver and pull her thighs into him. He leaned down on his hands again to press his lips to hers, Sonarika enthusiastically receiving him as they engaged in another deep, tongue-twisting kiss, losing themselves to it a little bit as they made out once more, his full length embedded in her pussy. Her bite to his lip only made him smile with pleasure, feeling he had unleashed the full sexual hunger of her by burying his huge cock inside her. He pushed up his hands and thrust into her again as she craned up to kiss at his strong chest and neck as best she could while he stroked into her once more before he pressed her back down onto the bed again as he sunk balls deep in her. She shivered with pleasure as her pussy gave a distinct clamp down on his cock. 


Vikram then started thrusting himself deeply inside her several more times before driving in and holding at full depth once more. 


"You love this don't you Soni?" Vikram hissed, loving how she was responding.

"Yesss" Sonarika agreed.

"Tell me" he said, giving her a few more thrusts.

"Ahhh....I love how you fuck me Vicky...mmm" 

Sonarika said simply, not attempting to deny it to him.

"Good. And what do you want?" 

Vikram probed, wanting to hear it from her directly. In her position, there was no going back now.

"I want you to fuck me. Hard, really hard" 

Sonarika breathed, almost a whisper as she pulled her legs back a bit more to surrender and submit to him.

"Good girl" 

Vikram said with a devilish smile as he leaned confidently on his hands once more and started to get going again, still so big and hard inside her as he started to reciprocate back and forth to plunge his cock deeply. Her pussy swallowed him perfectly and she groaned in pleasure at him completely filling her body, the deep satisfaction of his penetration so complete as she rolled her hips back with her knees up, pulling them in towards his body to encourage him with the smooth strokes. She gave a cry as she was caught off-guard by another burst of short, hard fucking that ploughed his cock full depth and very hard into her body, making her give a strained, overwhelmed sound of pleasure that resulted in a sighing groan when he slowed down.


Standing up, his hands grabbed her chest again, grabbing her hard and then massaging at her phenomenal tits as he continued to fuck her hard, making sure she took him full depth every time. He lowered his head and took a large nipple into his mouth. His tongue toyed with it as he slobbered and sucked making Sonarika gasp in pleasure. In response her hand stroked faster the harder he sucked. He bit down on her nipple and she cried out as he used it to pull her breast away from her chest. He let it go with a satisfying smack of his lips. Her nipple glowed bright red. It was engorged, erect and large. He strummed it with his fingers, idly flicking it over and over until Sonarika was squirming from the exquisite sensation.


That was itself very high and she was very close to climax now, his sheer size hammering her to orgasm after a fuck that she'd enjoyed every second of throughout, her body switched on and alive. She sneakily tried to slip her hand towards her clit to stimulate herself in every possible way, only for his hand to swipe down and smack it away onto the bed once more. He made it clear that she was going to come on his cock alone as his hand went back onto her chest, mauling it with his hands and mouth as she gasped.

"Ahhh....Ahhhh....Ahhhh" 

Sonarika whined in a strained manner as Vikram suddenly ramped up even faster, finding speed and power she couldn't imagine, especially as he put it behind his thick cock, jamming all of it into her with intensity she had never believed possible. Her body was completely overwhelmed now, pleasure emanating from her pussy through her as his hands mauled her chest, digging his fingers in now as he slammed himself against her, his big balls pressing hard against her as he plundered every possible inch of depth she could offer. The orgasm that had been accumulating over the course of the fucking she'd taken was suddenly coming to fruition, bubbling up effervescently within her. She bounced energetically underneath his merciless fucking as her legs started to tremble as they curled, managing to pull them in towards his body to stabilise herself while her hands grabbed desperately at the covers in the final moments before it all gave way.


"AHHHH!!!!" 

Sonarika winced as she tried to hold it back just a second longer before she gave a piercing cry and shoved her hips down as hard as possible to take him as deep as her pussy would allow, right before it clamped down incredibly tight around the base of his throbbing shaft. His tip jammed through her cervix and he grunted as she clenched so tightly around him that she held him still, making him surge and stiffen inside her. Her whole body shuddered and shook uncontrollably on him, pussy going from one intent clench to fast, powerful grasps at him as she rolled her hips to maximise her ecstasy in the huge orgasm. Her own fingernails dug into the bed and she writhed on the edge of being unable to stand it, the sensation simply too great even as she worked her hips to intensify it, gasping breaths turning to an overwhelmed wail as he started to fuck her again, just as hard as he had been prior causing Sonarika to swat at his hips with her hand weakly to try and get him to stop, not that she really wanted him too, because she couldn't take it. Hammering through her peak sustained it several more tense seconds before she collapsed with a final capitulating shudder, flopping exhausted on the bed with deep, gulping breaths, legs dropping down weakly next to his as he stood between them.


He was clearly going for his imminent climax now, stroking just the final few inches of himself into her with his hands taking a tight hold of her curvy hips now, jamming himself deeply inside her as his thumbs twisted under the snug caverns of her love tunnel. The deathgrip her pussy had on him was speed railed his ascend to erupt, choking him each time he went right inside her as his pace increased. She braced herself on the bed underneath him and bit her lip as he fucked her hard, really hard, surging into a final assault on her body as his orgasm rushed up on him, squeezing deeply inside him and building pressure rapidly as he twitched.

"Ohh...SONI!!!!" 

Vikram exclaimed as he abruptly slammed himself deeply inside her, piledriving her so hard it sent a final twinge of pain through her, making her wince and pussy clench delightfully tight on him as he erupted, the pressure too much to take. She sighed in satisfaction as he swelled even harder and jumped powerfully inside her, his thick cock bucking with every thick spurt he released deep into her body as he held all of him to the maximum, holding her to him possessively as he conquered her completely. Sonarika marvelled at how long and intense his climax was, his fingertips digging into her sweaty and warm skin as his big, heavy balls tightened to pump every last drop of himself into her. He gave two more strained thrusts into her, shuddering at the intense stimulation before a final clench to unload the last possible drop inside her. Exhaling hard, he relaxed and slackened his grip on her, taking deep draughts of air as he stared down at her body, lost in the moment it seemed, before he looked up to her; there was no smile, just an intense, steely stare that seemed to portray just what this slice of time meant, holding it as she gasped beneath him, vibrant black hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as only their ragged breaths broke the silence of the hotel room.


Vikram dropped his gaze as his hands slipped from her hips, just letting his fingers snag and twist her slightly before moving back up her thighs to where her knees still pressed to his body and pulled to slide himself out of her, taking a step to draw the length of his still firm cock out of her, slipping out with a slight sigh at the stimulation to his head as he pushed her knees back a little. Free of her silky haven, he rocked her knees over to the side to roll her hips, making Sonarika twist over out of his way before turning to sit heavily on the side of the bed, immediately collapsing back onto the expensive sheets and staring at the ceiling as he drew in more heavy, sated breaths from the quiet room. She was absolutely exhausted and could feel the ache in her pussy that she was sure would be with her for a couple of days. It was easily the hardest fuck she'd had in a long time, and one she wouldn't soon forget. He pulled himself back up onto the bed more beside her to rest, having expended a good deal of his energy on demolishing her, evidenced by the woman lying on the bed with her eyes shut.


When it was over, they lay tangled on the white sheets, hearts thudding, breath shallow. He kissed her knuckles like a promise. She buried her face into his chest, as if to hide from the world she had temporarily betrayed.

                                                                                                                                                                                            (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)