31-08-2025, 01:43 PM
Chapter 53: Suite Surrender
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Nivi and Raghavan in a cocoon of charged silence as it hummed upward to the honeymoon suite. Coimbatore’s morning buzz faded, leaving only the faint scent of jasmine from the resort lobby clinging to Nivi’s skin, mingling with the musky heat of her arousal. Her lounge shorts clung to her thick thighs, damp from her soaked panties, the fabric teasing her round ass with every shift. The string top hugged her full breasts, her nipples hard and straining, begging for touch after the poolside stares.
Her pussy throbbed, wet from the bachelors’ hungry eyes, their whispers—“that ass, those tits, fuck, she’s begging for it”—still echoing in her mind. Why does their want make me drip like this? she thought, her clit pulsing. Anand left me dry, forgotten, but now my body’s alive, screaming for every look, every touch.
Raghavan stood close, his hand firm on her lower back, fingers grazing the bare skin above her shorts, sending a jolt to her core. His eyes, dark and possessive, traced her—breasts, hips, thighs—his bulge pressing against his trousers, hard and obvious.
“You were a fucking tease out there, Nivi,” he growled, voice low, rough with need.
“Strutting by the pool, ass swaying, tits bouncing—those bastards wanted to fuck you raw.”
Her pussy clenched, a fresh gush soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs. He sees it, knows I’m wet for it, she thought, her body leading her mind. I’m his slut now, and I crave this fire.
The elevator dinged, and they stumbled into the suite, the door clicking shut behind them. The room was a soft glow of amber light, the balcony curtains fluttering open, letting in the distant hum of the resort—pool splashes, faint laughter.
The king-sized bed loomed, its white sheets pristine, a contrast to the filthy heat between them. Raghavan’s hands found her hips, pulling her against him, his cock pressing into her stomach through the fabric.
“Fuck, Nivi, you’re dripping,” he murmured, his nose brushing her neck, inhaling her scent. “I can smell your pussy, wet from those eyes on you.” Her knees buckled, her pussy pulsing, the truth of his words igniting her.
He guided her to the bed, pushing her gently to sit, her shorts riding up, exposing more thigh, her ass spreading against the sheets. He knelt before her, eyes locked on hers, dark with hunger.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded, voice a low growl. She obeyed, parting her thighs, the shorts tight against her soaked panties, her pussy glistening, juices seeping through. He’s going to taste me, claim me, she thought, her clit aching.
Those bachelors’ stares, their dirty whispers—they made me this wet, and he knows it.
Raghavan’s fingers hooked her shorts and panties, yanking them down in one swift move, leaving her pussy bare, slick, and swollen. The cool air hit her folds, making her gasp, her juices dripping onto the bed. He leaned in, his breath hot on her thighs, his nose brushing her skin as he inhaled deeply.
“Fuck, your pussy smells like pure sex,” he growled, his tongue flicking out, lapping at the slickness on her inner thigh, tasting her arousal. Her pussy clenched, a moan escaping as he savored her, his lips grazing closer to her folds. He’s tasting my need, my filth, she thought, her body trembling. I’m so wet from those eyes, and he’s drinking it all.
His tongue found her pussy, lapping slowly at her dripping folds, sucking her juices with a hungry groan. “This is from them watching you,” he said, pulling back, his lips glistening with her wetness, eyes burning into hers.
“Those bachelors saw your ass in those shorts, tits teasing through that top, and they’re jerking off now, imagining fucking this pussy. But it’s mine, Nivi—mine to taste, to own.” His words hit like a spark, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing as he dove back in, his tongue circling her swollen bud, sucking hard. Fuck, his words are filthy, true, she thought, her hips bucking.
I’m a slut for their stares, and he’s making me cum for it.
“You loved it, didn’t you?” he murmured against her pussy, his voice vibrating through her folds, his tongue lapping faster.
“Parading by the pool, knowing they wanted to bend you over, fuck you senseless. That waiter, tripping over his tray, picturing his cock between your tits. You’re a fucking tease, and this pussy’s soaking because of it.”
Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her pussy clenching as his tongue plunged deeper, drinking her juices.
He’s right, I loved their eyes, their want, she thought, her body on fire. Anand never saw me; now I’m alive, dripping for this.
His fingers spread her folds, his tongue relentless, sucking her clit as he growled, “They’re still out there, Nivi, whispering about your ass, your tits, wishing they could taste this pussy like I am. But you’re my good girl, cumming for Daddy.”
The words pushed her over, her pussy spasming, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, juices flooding his mouth. Her hips bucked, her body shaking, her clit pulsing under his tongue as he drank every drop, her pleasure raw, overwhelming.
I’m cumming for their stares, for him, for me, she thought, her mind lost in the blaze. This is who I am now—a woman who owns her fire.
Nivi collapsed back, panting, her pussy still trembling, Raghavan’s lips glistening with her juices, the resort’s distant hum a faint echo of her racing pulse.
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing Nivi and Raghavan in a cocoon of charged silence as it hummed upward to the honeymoon suite. Coimbatore’s morning buzz faded, leaving only the faint scent of jasmine from the resort lobby clinging to Nivi’s skin, mingling with the musky heat of her arousal. Her lounge shorts clung to her thick thighs, damp from her soaked panties, the fabric teasing her round ass with every shift. The string top hugged her full breasts, her nipples hard and straining, begging for touch after the poolside stares.
Her pussy throbbed, wet from the bachelors’ hungry eyes, their whispers—“that ass, those tits, fuck, she’s begging for it”—still echoing in her mind. Why does their want make me drip like this? she thought, her clit pulsing. Anand left me dry, forgotten, but now my body’s alive, screaming for every look, every touch.
Raghavan stood close, his hand firm on her lower back, fingers grazing the bare skin above her shorts, sending a jolt to her core. His eyes, dark and possessive, traced her—breasts, hips, thighs—his bulge pressing against his trousers, hard and obvious.
“You were a fucking tease out there, Nivi,” he growled, voice low, rough with need.
“Strutting by the pool, ass swaying, tits bouncing—those bastards wanted to fuck you raw.”
Her pussy clenched, a fresh gush soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs. He sees it, knows I’m wet for it, she thought, her body leading her mind. I’m his slut now, and I crave this fire.
The elevator dinged, and they stumbled into the suite, the door clicking shut behind them. The room was a soft glow of amber light, the balcony curtains fluttering open, letting in the distant hum of the resort—pool splashes, faint laughter.
The king-sized bed loomed, its white sheets pristine, a contrast to the filthy heat between them. Raghavan’s hands found her hips, pulling her against him, his cock pressing into her stomach through the fabric.
“Fuck, Nivi, you’re dripping,” he murmured, his nose brushing her neck, inhaling her scent. “I can smell your pussy, wet from those eyes on you.” Her knees buckled, her pussy pulsing, the truth of his words igniting her.
He guided her to the bed, pushing her gently to sit, her shorts riding up, exposing more thigh, her ass spreading against the sheets. He knelt before her, eyes locked on hers, dark with hunger.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded, voice a low growl. She obeyed, parting her thighs, the shorts tight against her soaked panties, her pussy glistening, juices seeping through. He’s going to taste me, claim me, she thought, her clit aching.
Those bachelors’ stares, their dirty whispers—they made me this wet, and he knows it.
Raghavan’s fingers hooked her shorts and panties, yanking them down in one swift move, leaving her pussy bare, slick, and swollen. The cool air hit her folds, making her gasp, her juices dripping onto the bed. He leaned in, his breath hot on her thighs, his nose brushing her skin as he inhaled deeply.
“Fuck, your pussy smells like pure sex,” he growled, his tongue flicking out, lapping at the slickness on her inner thigh, tasting her arousal. Her pussy clenched, a moan escaping as he savored her, his lips grazing closer to her folds. He’s tasting my need, my filth, she thought, her body trembling. I’m so wet from those eyes, and he’s drinking it all.
His tongue found her pussy, lapping slowly at her dripping folds, sucking her juices with a hungry groan. “This is from them watching you,” he said, pulling back, his lips glistening with her wetness, eyes burning into hers.
“Those bachelors saw your ass in those shorts, tits teasing through that top, and they’re jerking off now, imagining fucking this pussy. But it’s mine, Nivi—mine to taste, to own.” His words hit like a spark, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing as he dove back in, his tongue circling her swollen bud, sucking hard. Fuck, his words are filthy, true, she thought, her hips bucking.
I’m a slut for their stares, and he’s making me cum for it.
“You loved it, didn’t you?” he murmured against her pussy, his voice vibrating through her folds, his tongue lapping faster.
“Parading by the pool, knowing they wanted to bend you over, fuck you senseless. That waiter, tripping over his tray, picturing his cock between your tits. You’re a fucking tease, and this pussy’s soaking because of it.”
Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the sheets, her pussy clenching as his tongue plunged deeper, drinking her juices.
He’s right, I loved their eyes, their want, she thought, her body on fire. Anand never saw me; now I’m alive, dripping for this.
His fingers spread her folds, his tongue relentless, sucking her clit as he growled, “They’re still out there, Nivi, whispering about your ass, your tits, wishing they could taste this pussy like I am. But you’re my good girl, cumming for Daddy.”
The words pushed her over, her pussy spasming, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, juices flooding his mouth. Her hips bucked, her body shaking, her clit pulsing under his tongue as he drank every drop, her pleasure raw, overwhelming.
I’m cumming for their stares, for him, for me, she thought, her mind lost in the blaze. This is who I am now—a woman who owns her fire.
Nivi collapsed back, panting, her pussy still trembling, Raghavan’s lips glistening with her juices, the resort’s distant hum a faint echo of her racing pulse.
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