27-09-2025, 05:24 PM
He groaned, a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat, and the kiss deepened. One of his hands, which had been cupping my jaw, slid around to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head back. The gesture was pure possession. His other hand wasn't idle; it slid down my back, following the curve of my spine over the cool silk, finally splaying wide across my lower back, pressing me impossibly closer. I responded in kind, one of my hands leaving his chest to snake around his neck, pulling him down, losing myself completely in the intoxicating chaos of the kiss.
He pulled back, just an inch, both of us breathless. A low, incredulous chuckle rumbled in his chest, his eyes glinting with a heady mix of mischief and adoration.
"You're killing me, darling," he rasped, his forehead now resting against mine, his gaze locked on my swollen lips. His hands were already wandering, no longer holding me in place but exploring their new territory. One hand moved from my back to my waist, his thumb stroking my nighty clad waist.
"You look so hot in nighty,jaan?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate strap on my shoulder.
"I’m going to fuck you hard my Nabli" His hand slid lower, down over my hip, the silk of the nighty felt like a second skin under his touch.
“Fuck me Ranjeet….” I replied, my hands holding his face gently.
His hands moved on my back and rested gently on the curve of my ass. He felt my bums with his hands moving in circular motion. Ranjeet’s grip on my ass tightened, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh with a possessive edge that sent my heart racing, a mix of heat and unease swirling in my chest.
He put his lips on mine and started smooching again.His breath was hot and ragged against my nose, his body pressed close. I could feel his hard cock ,through his pants, nudging insistently against me.
“Fuck, Nabila,” he growled, voice thick with raw desire, “this ass… it’s fucking perfect. You don't know how I feel whenever I see it darling. I just want to take it one day” His hands traced the curve beneath my nighty circling with a boldness that made my breath catch.
He grabbed my waist and started pushing me backward, step by step, in a clumsy, desperate reverse waltz toward the bed. My own steps were a blind surrender, my entire world tilting, focused only on the crushing pleasure of his mouth and the strength of his hands guiding me. The plush carpet muffled our footsteps, the only sounds in the vast suite our mingled, hot, and ragged breaths. The soft, unyielding edge of the mattress finally met the back of my knees, a silent, thrilling promise of what was to come.
His hands left my waist, a brief, cold absence that I immediately ached for. I heard the sharp, metallic clink of his belt buckle, a stark sound in the quiet room. His hands were fumbling, clumsy with a need that sent a thrill through me.
"Let me," I whispered against his lips, my own hands moving to meet his, pushing them gently aside.
My fingers found the cool metal of the button on his jeans. I worked it free with my knuckles grazing the tense, hot skin of his abdomen just below his navel. A low, guttural groan vibrated from his chest into mine, the sound swallowed by our kiss. I moved to the zipper, pulling it down with the same ferocity, feeling the tension coil in his body with every inch.
He broke the kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he kicked his jeans and shoes off in a single, fluid motion of impatience. The denim pooled at his feet before he stepped free, his powerful thighs now bare. He stood before me, still in his unbuttoned black shirt and simple cotton boxers, his arousal a stark, straining evidence of his need against the soft fabric.
My eyes dropped to where my hands were, now slipped inside his boxers, freeing him. His cock was thick and veined, curving slightly upward, the uncut skin smooth and flushed a deep, warm brown, the head glistening with anticipation, throbbing under my touch as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.
I locked eyes with him, my gaze heavy with intent, as I pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips-soft at first, then deepening with a swirl of my tongue against his, tasting the faint salt of his skin mingled with our shared breath. Pulling back, I flashed a sly, wicked smile, my lips curving in anticipation as I slowly sank onto the edge of the bed. The cool, crisp sheets whispered against the bare skin of my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat building between us, making my pulse quicken. My hands slid possessively to his hips, fingers curling into the firm muscle there, pulling him closer until he stood between my parted legs, his body towering over me like a promise.
His cock, uncut and rock-hard,slightly curved upward, waved inches from my face, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the flushed, glistening head, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip. I could smell his arousal-musky, masculine, intoxicating-and it made my mouth water, my own body responding with a fresh rush of wetness soaking the silk between my thighs.
With deliberate slowness, I leaned forward, my breath hot and teasing against his sensitive skin, watching his abs tense in anticipation. My tongue darted out first, flat and broad, lapping at the underside of his shaft from base to tip, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed under my touch. He hissed sharply, his hands immediately threading into my hair, fingers tangling in the loose waves, not pulling yet but holding, grounding himself as I explored.
“Fuck, Nabila… You are awesome,” he groaned, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent shivers racing down my spine. I hummed in response, the vibration traveling through him as I circled the head with my tongue, teasing the tender ridge beneath the foreskin, gently easing it back with my lips to expose more of that silky, hot skin. The taste hit me fully now-salty, tangy, with an underlying sweetness that made me crave more. I parted my lips wider, taking just the tip into my mouth, sucking lightly, my cheeks hollowing as I swirled my tongue around it in tight, lazy circles. His hips jerked involuntarily, a small thrust he quickly checked, but it pushed him a fraction deeper, and I moaned softly around him, the sound muffled and needy.
I looked up and our eyes met. I started taking him further, inch by inch, my lips stretching around his thick girth, the uncut skin gliding smoothly on the tip of my tongue.
“Ohhhhh…….fucckkkkk…….”He moaned and I felt his hand gripping my hair firmly.
My hands gripped his hips tighter, nails digging into the flesh, leaving faint crescent marks as I pulled him closer, guiding him into the wet heat of my mouth. Saliva mixed with his pre-cum, making everything slicker, messier-drool escaping the corners of my lips as I worked him deeper, relaxing my throat to take him to the hilt. The fullness made my eyes water slightly, but it was a good burn, a delicious stretch that had me clenching my thighs together, my clit throbbing with neglected need.
Ranjeet’s fingers tightened in my hair, twisting the strands with a gentle tug that bordered on demanding, sending electric sparks straight to my core.
“Goddamn, jaan, you’re so fucking good at this,” he rasped, his voice wrecked and breathless, eyes locked on mine as I looked up at him through my lashes, loving the way his face contorted in pleasure-brows furrowed, lips parted in a silent gasp.
“Aaaahhhhh…….suckkk itt babbbee……suucckkk myyy lunnndddd….hardddd….” Ranjeet groaned, his voice a raw, desperate plea that ignited a fire in my core, unleashing something wild and untamed within me. His words were like gasoline on my desire, fueling a boldness I hadn’t fully tapped into before.
I locked eyes with him, my gaze fierce and unapologetic, and picked up the pace, my head bobbing faster, lips stretched tight around his cock. My tongue pressed flat against the underside, dragging slow and deliberate on each upstroke, then flicked the sensitive frenulum with a teasing snap that made his hips jerk. My hand slid from his hip to grip the base of his cock, stroking the inches my mouth couldn’t take, twisting with a gentle, rhythmic pressure that matched the hungry pull of my lips.
I pulled back for a ragged breath.My saliva and his pre-cum glistening in strings between my swollen lips and his throbbing, wet cock. I grinned up at him, my voice low and sultry, dripping with newfound confidence.
“You taste like fucking heaven, Ranjeet… I could devour you forever.” His eyes widened, a mix of shock and awe at the raw edge in my tone, but before he could respond, I dove back in, taking him deep, my throat relaxing to swallow him to the hilt. I hummed deliberately, the vibrations rippling through him, making his knees buckle slightly as he cursed under his breath,
“Nabila… fuck, you’re unreal,” he rasped, his free hand cupping my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the wild heat between us.
My body was alive, every nerve singing with desire, my nipples hard and aching against the silk nighty, the fabric clinging to my sweat-damp skin. My free hand slipped between my thighs, fingers pressing hard against my soaked pussy, rubbing tight circles through the thin silk, my own moans muffled around his cock, amplifying his pleasure. He noticed, his eyes darkening to near-black, a hungry smirk tugging at his lips despite the strain in his voice. “Touching that sweet pussy while you suck me? Goddamn, jaan, you’re so fucking wet for this,” he growled, his voice thick with adoration and lust.
Then he caught my hair with his fist and slowly pulled out his dick from my mouth.Then he bent down and pulled my face upwards by tugging my hair and his lips met mine in a passionate kiss, deep and devouring, tasting himself on my lips.His other hand moved to my thigh. He gently caressed my thigh with his thumb and then it traveled to my crotch. He caught my hand and moved it to the side and he inserted his hand into the hem of my nighty. His cold and rough fingers brushed on my pussy and I moaned softly into his mouth.
“Ummmmmhhhhh…..”
My hand stretched out instinctively toward the bedside table, fingers closing around a condom packet. As I fumbled with the wrapper, trying to tear it open, Ranjeet caught my wrist, his eyes dark and pleading as he broke the kiss.
“Wait,” he whispered, his voice thick with need, “ I want you raw, Nabila. Want to feel every inch of you, cum deep inside of you. No barriers today Jaan,just us.”
I hesitated for a moment. “Okay,” I breathed with my heart pounding hard, I tossed the packet aside, “Do it. Fill me up,Ranjeet….”
That was all he needed. With a primal growl, he pushed me back onto the bed. I lay on my back, upping my upper body with my elbows on the bed. He hurriedly took off his shirt , revealing his hairy chest and muscled arms. With a red thread tied on his right wrist and throbbing glistening cock , he looked like a deity.
He climbed on bed with his knees on it. My body bounced slightly on the soft mattress as he moved over my stretched legs.He shoved the silk nighty up around my waist in one rough motion, exposing me completely, his eyes devouring the sight. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself between my legs. My breath hitched as he positioned himself between my thighs, his thick, pulsing cock brushing against my entrance, teasing me with its heat and promise. The sensation sent a shiver through me.
“Love you Nabila,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, before thrusting in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, powerful stroke.
“Love you too, Rannnnnnnjjjjjjjjj…….Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh”
My words broke into a sharp, needy moan as he thrust forward, his cock driving into me in one hard, powerful stroke, filling me completely. The sudden stretch made my walls clench tightly around him, every inch of him throbbing inside me, hot and unyielding.
“Aaaahhh!” I gasped, my voice a raw cry of pleasure, my head tilting back, eyes fluttering half-closed but still holding his gaze.
His thighs slammed against my bum with each thrust, the rhythmic collision sending a delicious shock through my body, my curves jiggling under the force. My breasts bounced with the motion, swaying against the silk of my nightgown, the fabric catching on my hardened nipples, amplifying the sensation. My hands clawed at the bedsheets, fingers twisting in the soft silk as I fought to anchor myself against the waves of pleasure.
His hands stayed firm, one gripping my thigh, fingers sinking deeper into my skin, while the other slid to my hip, guiding my body to meet his thrusts.
“You feel so damn good,” he growled, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his skin as his eyes burned into mine, never wavering. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my neck, his free hand trailing up my side to cup my breast, he pressed it gently. My nipple hardened under this palm. My body arched instinctively, pressing my breasts harder into his hand, my hips rocking to match his rhythm.
His thrusts were relentless, a mix of hard, deep strokes and slow, grinding rolls of his hips that pressed his cock against my most sensitive spots, driving me wild. Each movement was raw, deliberate, the force of his thighs against my bum and the sway of my breasts heightening every sensation.
My hands moved, one clutching his shoulder, nails biting into his skin, the other tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to draw a low, guttural groan from him. “Ranjeet…” I moaned, my voice breaking as he angled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside that made my vision blur with sparks.
The bed creaked under our frenzied rhythm, the air thick with our ragged breaths and the soft slap of skin against skin. For few minutes our bodies moved in a primal dance, the heat building, promising more as we lost ourselves in the raw, passionate state of mind.
He pounded into me hard, his breaths coming in harsh grunts, sweat beading on his forehead as he leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine in messy, desperate kisses.
“You’re so much delicious my queen,” he panted between thrusts, “tight… perfect… gonna stretch your pussy wide my jaanu…..”
“Ohhhhh….Raaannnnjeeetett……I….m……alll……youurrss….” I moaned, my voice trembling as I cradled his face, drawing him into a deep, searing kiss.
“Yeahhh….You…are ….mine….my…..love……my…..queen….my…..slut……” His voice was a low growl as he seized my wrists, his grip firm yet tender, pinning them above my head against the soft sheets.
“ohhhhhh…..Ranjeeeett…..yess….fuck me like that……fucckkkk,.....yours……slut…..harddd….” The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans mixing in a symphony of raw need-his deep, throaty growls and my high-pitched cries echoing off the suite’s walls.
He continued fucking me rough.Weaves upon weaves of pleasure started washing mw over.I shuddered and moaned loudly as earth shattering orgasm hit me. But Ranjeet was far from over. After few strokes,he slowed down.His chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin as he pulled back slightly. He sat on the bed on his knees, his cockhead still inside me. His dark eyes locked on mine, wild with hunger.
“Nabila,You’re unreal….” Ranjeet spoke heaving, voice thick with breath.
I giggled and put my right hand on his chest, just above his heart and felt his fast heartbeats.
“Calm down…tiger…”
“you’re a fucking goddess, you know that? My goddess.” He said caressing my thighs with his hands. His words sent a shiver through me, my body still trembling from the orgasm that had torn me apart.
Then he smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes, and grabbed a pillow from the bed, his movements quick and deliberate. “Lift that gorgeous ass, baby,” he teased, his tone rough but playful, “let’s get you just right for me.” I arched my hips, giggling despite the heat pooling in my core, and he slid the pillow beneath me, tilting my pelvis perfectly. The new angle made my breath hitch, exposing me completely-my pussy already swollen and slick, pulsing with anticipation. “Well, damn,” he chuckled, his gaze dropping to where we’d soon be joined, his cock hard and glistening with our arousal. “Look at this view, Nabila… you’re serving yourself up like a fucking feast.”
His eyes darkened, all playfulness sharpening into primal hunger as he positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock teasing my folds. “Ready for the ride again, baby?” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr. “This pillow’s gonna make you feel every. Single. Inch.” He thrust in slowly, deliberately, sinking into me inch by inch, and I gasped, the new angle driving him deeper than ever before.
The pillow tilted me up, letting his cock plunge straight into that sensitive spot deep inside, my G-spot sparking with every inch he pushed in. It felt like he was reaching new depths, at least a couple of inches deeper, his balls pressing flush against my ass, the head of his cock nudging my cervix in a way that sent electric shocks through me.
“Oh, fuck, Ranjeet!” I cried out, my body arching as he filled me completely. His cock felt massive, hot, and unyielding-like a burning rod stabbing me from the inside. The stretch was intense, a sharp, delicious pain that teetered on the edge of too much, my pussy walls clenching around him in a desperate mix of protest and pleasure.
The pillow made every sensation more vivid, the deeper angle turning each movement into a full-body assault. It burned, a fiery ache that melted into waves of ecstasy, making my thighs quiver and my breath come in short, desperate gasps. “You’re so deep,” I moaned, my voice breaking, “it’s… it’s too much, but so fucking good.”
He grinned, a playful edge to his lust. “Too much? Hah…..nobdody went that far before, Jaan,” he teased, his hands gripping my waist, fingers bruising as he held still to let me adjust.
I shook my head, grimacing.
“Seriously….I feel like I’m fucking a virgin…..Asif’s really chutiya guy……but…don’t worry my love….I…willl ….spread….it….properly….” He was pulling back his dick and slamming in again, the deeper penetration making stars explode behind my eyes, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along my sensitive walls, the friction amplified to a dizzying intensity.
“Ohhhhhhh……” I was restless with beautiful agony.
“Your pussy’s gripping me like it’s never letting go. So hot, so wet… fuck, you’re so delicious my slut…” He hissed.
I moaned, my head thrown back, the pillow ensuring every thrust hit that perfect spot, sending sparks through my veins. “Ranjeet… you’re wrecking me,” I panted, a playful whine in my voice. “This pussy’s gonna need a vacation after you’re done!” He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through me. “No breaks for you, baby,” he shot back, hooking my both legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “I’m gonna worship you whenever I like….Now hold on-I’m about to pray real hard.”
He slammed into me with a rhythm that was relentless, brutal, divine, each thrust deeper, harder, the pillow making every stroke a direct hit to that spot that made my vision blur. The burn in my core was intense, my pussy stretched to its limit, the pain and pleasure intertwining until I couldn’t tell them apart. “Ranjeet… it hurts so good,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Keep going… fuck me like you own me!”
Just then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with “Maa” in bold. I groaned, ignoring it, my body too consumed by Ranjeet’s rhythm to care. The buzzing stopped, only to start again, insistent and relentless. “Fuck,” I muttered, reaching for it with a trembling hand, but hesitating. It buzzed again, the third time, and Ranjeet slowed, his thrusts pausing, though he stayed buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing against my sensitive walls.
“Answer it, naughty queen,” he whispered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what my future mother in law has to say at this moment.” His voice was a teasing challenge, his eyes glinting with mischief as he held still, the pressure of him filling me making it hard to think.
I shot him a mock glare, my breath hitching as I swiped to answer, his cock still stretching me, hot and unyielding.
“Assalamualaykum” I heard her voice as soon as I tapped the green symbol.
“What’s up, Ammi,” I replied, my voice shaky, trying to sound normal as Ranjeet’s hands tightened on my waist, his thumbs digging my flesh. Just as I spoke, he started moving again, slow and deliberate, each shallow thrust dragging against my G-spot, making my toes curl. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my pussy clenching around him.
“Nabila, it’s past your usual time. Are you going to be late?” my mother’s voice cut through, sharp with concern.
“Y-Yeah,” I stammered, clutching the phone tight as Ranjeet’s slow, torturous thrusts sent sparks through my core. “Got a… video meeting with American clients. I’ll be… late.” My voice cracked as he rolled his hips, the pillow amplifying every sensation, his cock nudging deeper with each subtle movement.
“Hurry up as soon as possible, beta,” she said.
Before I could respond, my son’s voice burst through, bright and demanding. “Mummy! Bring ice cream when you come home! Chocolate chips, okay? Pleeease?”
Ranjeet’s grin widened, and he pressed himself deeper, his movements slow but relentless, his fingers brushing my clit just enough to make me gasp. I clenched my teeth, forcing a smile into my voice. “Okay, champ, chocolate chips ice cream… promise. Be good for Nani, alright?” I hung up quickly, throwing the phone across the bed, my body trembling from the effort of holding it together.
“You bastard,” I gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning as Ranjeet chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “You think that was funny, huh?” I said, my voice thick with lust and playful indignation.
“Oh, baby, you’re too fucking perfect,” he growled, the playful edge sharpening into hunger. “Now let’s see how loud I can make you scream.” He slammed into me hard, resuming his relentless rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder, the pillow ensuring every stroke hit that perfect spot. The burn in my core roared back, my pussy stretched to its limit, the pain and pleasure intertwining until I couldn’t tell them apart. “Ranjeet… fuck, you’re wrecking me,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Keep going… own me!”
“You’re so perfect,” he rasped, his voice thick with devotion, the playful edge still there. “My queen, taking me like this… letting me worship you in every damn way.” His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that made me scream. “Come for me again, Nabila. Show me how much this pussy loves me.”
The friction, the angle, his words-they pushed me over the edge. My body arched, my pussy clamping down on him as another orgasm ripped through me, the pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. “Ranjeet!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the suite, my nails raking down his back. He groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock throbbing inside me. “Fuck, Nabila… you’re milking me dry,” he growled, a playful lilt under his raw tone. “Gonna fill you up, baby-make you mine, over and over.”
With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his roar vibrating through me as he spilled inside, hot and thick, his release flooding me. My pussy burned with the intensity, the fullness, the raw connection between us. He collapsed onto me, both of us panting, slick with sweat, our bodies still joined. “ohhhhhhh Nabila,” he whispered against my lips, his voice softer but still teasing. “Thank you darling…..”
I grinned, my heart pounding, my body trembling with aftershocks.
He pulled back, just an inch, both of us breathless. A low, incredulous chuckle rumbled in his chest, his eyes glinting with a heady mix of mischief and adoration.
"You're killing me, darling," he rasped, his forehead now resting against mine, his gaze locked on my swollen lips. His hands were already wandering, no longer holding me in place but exploring their new territory. One hand moved from my back to my waist, his thumb stroking my nighty clad waist.
"You look so hot in nighty,jaan?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate strap on my shoulder.
"I’m going to fuck you hard my Nabli" His hand slid lower, down over my hip, the silk of the nighty felt like a second skin under his touch.
“Fuck me Ranjeet….” I replied, my hands holding his face gently.
His hands moved on my back and rested gently on the curve of my ass. He felt my bums with his hands moving in circular motion. Ranjeet’s grip on my ass tightened, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh with a possessive edge that sent my heart racing, a mix of heat and unease swirling in my chest.
He put his lips on mine and started smooching again.His breath was hot and ragged against my nose, his body pressed close. I could feel his hard cock ,through his pants, nudging insistently against me.
“Fuck, Nabila,” he growled, voice thick with raw desire, “this ass… it’s fucking perfect. You don't know how I feel whenever I see it darling. I just want to take it one day” His hands traced the curve beneath my nighty circling with a boldness that made my breath catch.
He grabbed my waist and started pushing me backward, step by step, in a clumsy, desperate reverse waltz toward the bed. My own steps were a blind surrender, my entire world tilting, focused only on the crushing pleasure of his mouth and the strength of his hands guiding me. The plush carpet muffled our footsteps, the only sounds in the vast suite our mingled, hot, and ragged breaths. The soft, unyielding edge of the mattress finally met the back of my knees, a silent, thrilling promise of what was to come.
His hands left my waist, a brief, cold absence that I immediately ached for. I heard the sharp, metallic clink of his belt buckle, a stark sound in the quiet room. His hands were fumbling, clumsy with a need that sent a thrill through me.
"Let me," I whispered against his lips, my own hands moving to meet his, pushing them gently aside.
My fingers found the cool metal of the button on his jeans. I worked it free with my knuckles grazing the tense, hot skin of his abdomen just below his navel. A low, guttural groan vibrated from his chest into mine, the sound swallowed by our kiss. I moved to the zipper, pulling it down with the same ferocity, feeling the tension coil in his body with every inch.
He broke the kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he kicked his jeans and shoes off in a single, fluid motion of impatience. The denim pooled at his feet before he stepped free, his powerful thighs now bare. He stood before me, still in his unbuttoned black shirt and simple cotton boxers, his arousal a stark, straining evidence of his need against the soft fabric.
My eyes dropped to where my hands were, now slipped inside his boxers, freeing him. His cock was thick and veined, curving slightly upward, the uncut skin smooth and flushed a deep, warm brown, the head glistening with anticipation, throbbing under my touch as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip.
I locked eyes with him, my gaze heavy with intent, as I pressed one last, lingering kiss to his lips-soft at first, then deepening with a swirl of my tongue against his, tasting the faint salt of his skin mingled with our shared breath. Pulling back, I flashed a sly, wicked smile, my lips curving in anticipation as I slowly sank onto the edge of the bed. The cool, crisp sheets whispered against the bare skin of my thighs, a stark contrast to the heat building between us, making my pulse quicken. My hands slid possessively to his hips, fingers curling into the firm muscle there, pulling him closer until he stood between my parted legs, his body towering over me like a promise.
His cock, uncut and rock-hard,slightly curved upward, waved inches from my face, the foreskin partially retracted to reveal the flushed, glistening head, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip. I could smell his arousal-musky, masculine, intoxicating-and it made my mouth water, my own body responding with a fresh rush of wetness soaking the silk between my thighs.
With deliberate slowness, I leaned forward, my breath hot and teasing against his sensitive skin, watching his abs tense in anticipation. My tongue darted out first, flat and broad, lapping at the underside of his shaft from base to tip, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed under my touch. He hissed sharply, his hands immediately threading into my hair, fingers tangling in the loose waves, not pulling yet but holding, grounding himself as I explored.
“Fuck, Nabila… You are awesome,” he groaned, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent shivers racing down my spine. I hummed in response, the vibration traveling through him as I circled the head with my tongue, teasing the tender ridge beneath the foreskin, gently easing it back with my lips to expose more of that silky, hot skin. The taste hit me fully now-salty, tangy, with an underlying sweetness that made me crave more. I parted my lips wider, taking just the tip into my mouth, sucking lightly, my cheeks hollowing as I swirled my tongue around it in tight, lazy circles. His hips jerked involuntarily, a small thrust he quickly checked, but it pushed him a fraction deeper, and I moaned softly around him, the sound muffled and needy.
I looked up and our eyes met. I started taking him further, inch by inch, my lips stretching around his thick girth, the uncut skin gliding smoothly on the tip of my tongue.
“Ohhhhh…….fucckkkkk…….”He moaned and I felt his hand gripping my hair firmly.
My hands gripped his hips tighter, nails digging into the flesh, leaving faint crescent marks as I pulled him closer, guiding him into the wet heat of my mouth. Saliva mixed with his pre-cum, making everything slicker, messier-drool escaping the corners of my lips as I worked him deeper, relaxing my throat to take him to the hilt. The fullness made my eyes water slightly, but it was a good burn, a delicious stretch that had me clenching my thighs together, my clit throbbing with neglected need.
Ranjeet’s fingers tightened in my hair, twisting the strands with a gentle tug that bordered on demanding, sending electric sparks straight to my core.
“Goddamn, jaan, you’re so fucking good at this,” he rasped, his voice wrecked and breathless, eyes locked on mine as I looked up at him through my lashes, loving the way his face contorted in pleasure-brows furrowed, lips parted in a silent gasp.
“Aaaahhhhh…….suckkk itt babbbee……suucckkk myyy lunnndddd….hardddd….” Ranjeet groaned, his voice a raw, desperate plea that ignited a fire in my core, unleashing something wild and untamed within me. His words were like gasoline on my desire, fueling a boldness I hadn’t fully tapped into before.
I locked eyes with him, my gaze fierce and unapologetic, and picked up the pace, my head bobbing faster, lips stretched tight around his cock. My tongue pressed flat against the underside, dragging slow and deliberate on each upstroke, then flicked the sensitive frenulum with a teasing snap that made his hips jerk. My hand slid from his hip to grip the base of his cock, stroking the inches my mouth couldn’t take, twisting with a gentle, rhythmic pressure that matched the hungry pull of my lips.
I pulled back for a ragged breath.My saliva and his pre-cum glistening in strings between my swollen lips and his throbbing, wet cock. I grinned up at him, my voice low and sultry, dripping with newfound confidence.
“You taste like fucking heaven, Ranjeet… I could devour you forever.” His eyes widened, a mix of shock and awe at the raw edge in my tone, but before he could respond, I dove back in, taking him deep, my throat relaxing to swallow him to the hilt. I hummed deliberately, the vibrations rippling through him, making his knees buckle slightly as he cursed under his breath,
“Nabila… fuck, you’re unreal,” he rasped, his free hand cupping my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek with a tenderness that contrasted the wild heat between us.
My body was alive, every nerve singing with desire, my nipples hard and aching against the silk nighty, the fabric clinging to my sweat-damp skin. My free hand slipped between my thighs, fingers pressing hard against my soaked pussy, rubbing tight circles through the thin silk, my own moans muffled around his cock, amplifying his pleasure. He noticed, his eyes darkening to near-black, a hungry smirk tugging at his lips despite the strain in his voice. “Touching that sweet pussy while you suck me? Goddamn, jaan, you’re so fucking wet for this,” he growled, his voice thick with adoration and lust.
Then he caught my hair with his fist and slowly pulled out his dick from my mouth.Then he bent down and pulled my face upwards by tugging my hair and his lips met mine in a passionate kiss, deep and devouring, tasting himself on my lips.His other hand moved to my thigh. He gently caressed my thigh with his thumb and then it traveled to my crotch. He caught my hand and moved it to the side and he inserted his hand into the hem of my nighty. His cold and rough fingers brushed on my pussy and I moaned softly into his mouth.
“Ummmmmhhhhh…..”
My hand stretched out instinctively toward the bedside table, fingers closing around a condom packet. As I fumbled with the wrapper, trying to tear it open, Ranjeet caught my wrist, his eyes dark and pleading as he broke the kiss.
“Wait,” he whispered, his voice thick with need, “ I want you raw, Nabila. Want to feel every inch of you, cum deep inside of you. No barriers today Jaan,just us.”
I hesitated for a moment. “Okay,” I breathed with my heart pounding hard, I tossed the packet aside, “Do it. Fill me up,Ranjeet….”
That was all he needed. With a primal growl, he pushed me back onto the bed. I lay on my back, upping my upper body with my elbows on the bed. He hurriedly took off his shirt , revealing his hairy chest and muscled arms. With a red thread tied on his right wrist and throbbing glistening cock , he looked like a deity.
He climbed on bed with his knees on it. My body bounced slightly on the soft mattress as he moved over my stretched legs.He shoved the silk nighty up around my waist in one rough motion, exposing me completely, his eyes devouring the sight. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide as he positioned himself between my legs. My breath hitched as he positioned himself between my thighs, his thick, pulsing cock brushing against my entrance, teasing me with its heat and promise. The sensation sent a shiver through me.
“Love you Nabila,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, before thrusting in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, powerful stroke.
“Love you too, Rannnnnnnjjjjjjjjj…….Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh”
My words broke into a sharp, needy moan as he thrust forward, his cock driving into me in one hard, powerful stroke, filling me completely. The sudden stretch made my walls clench tightly around him, every inch of him throbbing inside me, hot and unyielding.
“Aaaahhh!” I gasped, my voice a raw cry of pleasure, my head tilting back, eyes fluttering half-closed but still holding his gaze.
His thighs slammed against my bum with each thrust, the rhythmic collision sending a delicious shock through my body, my curves jiggling under the force. My breasts bounced with the motion, swaying against the silk of my nightgown, the fabric catching on my hardened nipples, amplifying the sensation. My hands clawed at the bedsheets, fingers twisting in the soft silk as I fought to anchor myself against the waves of pleasure.
His hands stayed firm, one gripping my thigh, fingers sinking deeper into my skin, while the other slid to my hip, guiding my body to meet his thrusts.
“You feel so damn good,” he growled, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his skin as his eyes burned into mine, never wavering. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my neck, his free hand trailing up my side to cup my breast, he pressed it gently. My nipple hardened under this palm. My body arched instinctively, pressing my breasts harder into his hand, my hips rocking to match his rhythm.
His thrusts were relentless, a mix of hard, deep strokes and slow, grinding rolls of his hips that pressed his cock against my most sensitive spots, driving me wild. Each movement was raw, deliberate, the force of his thighs against my bum and the sway of my breasts heightening every sensation.
My hands moved, one clutching his shoulder, nails biting into his skin, the other tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to draw a low, guttural groan from him. “Ranjeet…” I moaned, my voice breaking as he angled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside that made my vision blur with sparks.
The bed creaked under our frenzied rhythm, the air thick with our ragged breaths and the soft slap of skin against skin. For few minutes our bodies moved in a primal dance, the heat building, promising more as we lost ourselves in the raw, passionate state of mind.
He pounded into me hard, his breaths coming in harsh grunts, sweat beading on his forehead as he leaned down, his mouth crashing against mine in messy, desperate kisses.
“You’re so much delicious my queen,” he panted between thrusts, “tight… perfect… gonna stretch your pussy wide my jaanu…..”
“Ohhhhh….Raaannnnjeeetett……I….m……alll……youurrss….” I moaned, my voice trembling as I cradled his face, drawing him into a deep, searing kiss.
“Yeahhh….You…are ….mine….my…..love……my…..queen….my…..slut……” His voice was a low growl as he seized my wrists, his grip firm yet tender, pinning them above my head against the soft sheets.
“ohhhhhh…..Ranjeeeett…..yess….fuck me like that……fucckkkk,.....yours……slut…..harddd….” The room filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans mixing in a symphony of raw need-his deep, throaty growls and my high-pitched cries echoing off the suite’s walls.
He continued fucking me rough.Weaves upon weaves of pleasure started washing mw over.I shuddered and moaned loudly as earth shattering orgasm hit me. But Ranjeet was far from over. After few strokes,he slowed down.His chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin as he pulled back slightly. He sat on the bed on his knees, his cockhead still inside me. His dark eyes locked on mine, wild with hunger.
“Nabila,You’re unreal….” Ranjeet spoke heaving, voice thick with breath.
I giggled and put my right hand on his chest, just above his heart and felt his fast heartbeats.
“Calm down…tiger…”
“you’re a fucking goddess, you know that? My goddess.” He said caressing my thighs with his hands. His words sent a shiver through me, my body still trembling from the orgasm that had torn me apart.
Then he smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes, and grabbed a pillow from the bed, his movements quick and deliberate. “Lift that gorgeous ass, baby,” he teased, his tone rough but playful, “let’s get you just right for me.” I arched my hips, giggling despite the heat pooling in my core, and he slid the pillow beneath me, tilting my pelvis perfectly. The new angle made my breath hitch, exposing me completely-my pussy already swollen and slick, pulsing with anticipation. “Well, damn,” he chuckled, his gaze dropping to where we’d soon be joined, his cock hard and glistening with our arousal. “Look at this view, Nabila… you’re serving yourself up like a fucking feast.”
His eyes darkened, all playfulness sharpening into primal hunger as he positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock teasing my folds. “Ready for the ride again, baby?” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr. “This pillow’s gonna make you feel every. Single. Inch.” He thrust in slowly, deliberately, sinking into me inch by inch, and I gasped, the new angle driving him deeper than ever before.
The pillow tilted me up, letting his cock plunge straight into that sensitive spot deep inside, my G-spot sparking with every inch he pushed in. It felt like he was reaching new depths, at least a couple of inches deeper, his balls pressing flush against my ass, the head of his cock nudging my cervix in a way that sent electric shocks through me.
“Oh, fuck, Ranjeet!” I cried out, my body arching as he filled me completely. His cock felt massive, hot, and unyielding-like a burning rod stabbing me from the inside. The stretch was intense, a sharp, delicious pain that teetered on the edge of too much, my pussy walls clenching around him in a desperate mix of protest and pleasure.
The pillow made every sensation more vivid, the deeper angle turning each movement into a full-body assault. It burned, a fiery ache that melted into waves of ecstasy, making my thighs quiver and my breath come in short, desperate gasps. “You’re so deep,” I moaned, my voice breaking, “it’s… it’s too much, but so fucking good.”
He grinned, a playful edge to his lust. “Too much? Hah…..nobdody went that far before, Jaan,” he teased, his hands gripping my waist, fingers bruising as he held still to let me adjust.
I shook my head, grimacing.
“Seriously….I feel like I’m fucking a virgin…..Asif’s really chutiya guy……but…don’t worry my love….I…willl ….spread….it….properly….” He was pulling back his dick and slamming in again, the deeper penetration making stars explode behind my eyes, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along my sensitive walls, the friction amplified to a dizzying intensity.
“Ohhhhhhh……” I was restless with beautiful agony.
“Your pussy’s gripping me like it’s never letting go. So hot, so wet… fuck, you’re so delicious my slut…” He hissed.
I moaned, my head thrown back, the pillow ensuring every thrust hit that perfect spot, sending sparks through my veins. “Ranjeet… you’re wrecking me,” I panted, a playful whine in my voice. “This pussy’s gonna need a vacation after you’re done!” He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through me. “No breaks for you, baby,” he shot back, hooking my both legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “I’m gonna worship you whenever I like….Now hold on-I’m about to pray real hard.”
He slammed into me with a rhythm that was relentless, brutal, divine, each thrust deeper, harder, the pillow making every stroke a direct hit to that spot that made my vision blur. The burn in my core was intense, my pussy stretched to its limit, the pain and pleasure intertwining until I couldn’t tell them apart. “Ranjeet… it hurts so good,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Keep going… fuck me like you own me!”
Just then, my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with “Maa” in bold. I groaned, ignoring it, my body too consumed by Ranjeet’s rhythm to care. The buzzing stopped, only to start again, insistent and relentless. “Fuck,” I muttered, reaching for it with a trembling hand, but hesitating. It buzzed again, the third time, and Ranjeet slowed, his thrusts pausing, though he stayed buried deep inside me, his cock pulsing against my sensitive walls.
“Answer it, naughty queen,” he whispered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what my future mother in law has to say at this moment.” His voice was a teasing challenge, his eyes glinting with mischief as he held still, the pressure of him filling me making it hard to think.
I shot him a mock glare, my breath hitching as I swiped to answer, his cock still stretching me, hot and unyielding.
“Assalamualaykum” I heard her voice as soon as I tapped the green symbol.
“What’s up, Ammi,” I replied, my voice shaky, trying to sound normal as Ranjeet’s hands tightened on my waist, his thumbs digging my flesh. Just as I spoke, he started moving again, slow and deliberate, each shallow thrust dragging against my G-spot, making my toes curl. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, my pussy clenching around him.
“Nabila, it’s past your usual time. Are you going to be late?” my mother’s voice cut through, sharp with concern.
“Y-Yeah,” I stammered, clutching the phone tight as Ranjeet’s slow, torturous thrusts sent sparks through my core. “Got a… video meeting with American clients. I’ll be… late.” My voice cracked as he rolled his hips, the pillow amplifying every sensation, his cock nudging deeper with each subtle movement.
“Hurry up as soon as possible, beta,” she said.
Before I could respond, my son’s voice burst through, bright and demanding. “Mummy! Bring ice cream when you come home! Chocolate chips, okay? Pleeease?”
Ranjeet’s grin widened, and he pressed himself deeper, his movements slow but relentless, his fingers brushing my clit just enough to make me gasp. I clenched my teeth, forcing a smile into my voice. “Okay, champ, chocolate chips ice cream… promise. Be good for Nani, alright?” I hung up quickly, throwing the phone across the bed, my body trembling from the effort of holding it together.
“You bastard,” I gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning as Ranjeet chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “You think that was funny, huh?” I said, my voice thick with lust and playful indignation.
“Oh, baby, you’re too fucking perfect,” he growled, the playful edge sharpening into hunger. “Now let’s see how loud I can make you scream.” He slammed into me hard, resuming his relentless rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder, the pillow ensuring every stroke hit that perfect spot. The burn in my core roared back, my pussy stretched to its limit, the pain and pleasure intertwining until I couldn’t tell them apart. “Ranjeet… fuck, you’re wrecking me,” I moaned, my voice breaking. “Keep going… own me!”
“You’re so perfect,” he rasped, his voice thick with devotion, the playful edge still there. “My queen, taking me like this… letting me worship you in every damn way.” His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that made me scream. “Come for me again, Nabila. Show me how much this pussy loves me.”
The friction, the angle, his words-they pushed me over the edge. My body arched, my pussy clamping down on him as another orgasm ripped through me, the pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. “Ranjeet!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the suite, my nails raking down his back. He groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his cock throbbing inside me. “Fuck, Nabila… you’re milking me dry,” he growled, a playful lilt under his raw tone. “Gonna fill you up, baby-make you mine, over and over.”
With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his roar vibrating through me as he spilled inside, hot and thick, his release flooding me. My pussy burned with the intensity, the fullness, the raw connection between us. He collapsed onto me, both of us panting, slick with sweat, our bodies still joined. “ohhhhhhh Nabila,” he whispered against my lips, his voice softer but still teasing. “Thank you darling…..”
I grinned, my heart pounding, my body trembling with aftershocks.
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