03-02-2026, 10:47 PM
(CHAPTER CONTD)
ONE FINE NOON
For once, there were no boardroom battles, no deadlines, no emergency calls. Just sunlight, sea breeze, and the steady hum of renovation. Hemant spent the morning moving through his villa alongside the decorators and technicians. Clipboards in hand, scanners beeping, glass panels being tested one by one. Each transparent wall—living room, kitchen, gym, outdoor deck—was now fitted with a card-swipe locking system. Sleek. Silent. Impenetrable.
One swipe. One permission. One boundary.
His home was no longer built around warmth and family fun. It was being rebuilt around regal and royal.
By late morning, steel frames gleamed, biometric panels blinked softly, and hidden cameras disappeared into corners. The villa was slowly transforming—from a family dream into a fortress of luxury.
His space. His rules. His sanctuary. By noon, the workers took a break. Hemant stood alone in his bedroom, barefoot on cool marble, curtains swaying gently. Beyond the glass, the Arabian Sea stretched endlessly, waves catching sunlight like shards of silver. He leaned against the window. And, uninvited, she entered his thoughts.
Sonarika.
He wondered what she was doing. Was she with Vikram? Laughing somewhere? Getting railed by him at a luxurious hotel room? Probably sucking his cock at a place of privacy? Or perhaps planning their future home at Goa together? Living that life he had finally forced himself to accept?
The thought didn’t stab like before. But it lingered. On impulse, he picked up his phone. For no reason, he told himself. Just… curiosity.
He initiated a video call.
It rang. Once. Twice. Then—
"What! Papa!"
Karan’s face exploded onto the screen, glowing with surprise and joy. Hemant’s lips curved instantly.
"Hey, champ."
"You surprised me! I was playing!" Karan laughed.
Hemant noticed the background—open sky, greenery, a familiar courtyard.
"Having fun outside!"
"Yes! Backyard!" Karan spun the phone around proudly.
Plants, flower pots, wet soil.
"Looks fun."
Hemant smiled. Then, casually asked his son.
"Where’s Mumma?"
"There! Corner!"
Karan pointed excitedly. He zoomed in clumsily. And Hemant saw her. Sonarika stood near a small patch of earth, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely, wearing a simple salwar top and denim shorts. Her hands were muddy as she carefully placed saplings into the soil.
She looked… peaceful. Focused. Grounded. It surprised him. When was the last time he’d seen her do something like this?
Then it clicked.
Goa. Botanical center. A new life. Of course.
"Karan, can you give the phone to Mumma?" Hemant said gently,
"Okay!"
The boy ran over.
"Mumma! Papa wants you!"
Sonarika looked up, startled. For a moment, she just stared at the phone, as if unsure whether to take it. Then she wiped her hands on a cloth, rinsed them quickly, and accepted it. Her face appeared on screen. A little nervous. A little unsure.
"Hi…" she said softly.
"Hey" Hemant swallowed.
An awkward silence followed. Not hostile. Not warm. Just… unfamiliar. Two people who once knew everything about each other, now struggling to find words. He spoke first.
"Sonarika… can we talk later? Privately?"
"Um… yeah. Tonight… I’ll be free" She hesitated.
"That works, Perfect" he replied.
"Okay" She nodded.
Neither of them added anything else. He ended the call gently. The screen went dark. Hemant lowered the phone and released a slow breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Tonight. An important conversation. One that could close old wounds—Or open new ones. He turned back to the sea, watching the waves roll endlessly forward. Just like life. No matter how much you resist, It always moves on.
Night settled over Silver Beach like a velvet curtain.
The renovation crew had finally left. The villa stood silent, its new systems humming softly beneath polished surfaces. Hemant walked through every room one last time, testing the card readers, locking and unlocking glass panels with precise movements.
Satisfied, he handed the spare card to Tara.
"Keep this safe," he said.
"Yes, sir" she replied warmly.
He nodded and retreated upstairs.
In his bedroom, the lights were dim. Only the reflection of the moon on the sea filtered in through the glass wall. Hemant took a long, warm shower, letting the water wash away the day’s weight. He changed into loose night clothes, dried his hair, and set his phone on its stand near the balcony chair.
He sat down, facing the dark ocean. Breathing slowly. Preparing himself. Then he initiated the video call. The screen lit up. Sonarika appeared. She was sitting on her bed, hair loosely tied, wearing a white tank top and shorts. Soft light framed her face. She looked… beautiful. Effortlessly so.
For a fleeting second, Hemant was transported back to the early years—the stolen glances, whispered jokes, late-night conversations that once felt eternal.
"Hi" she said.
"Hey" he replied.
Awkwardness hovered between them. Then she smiled faintly.
"You’ve… colored your hair. Auburn?"
"Yeah. Makeover, I guess. Company’s growing. Needed a fresh look for the elite circles and all"
He touched it subconsciously. She chuckled softly.
"Funny. I ran away from those circles… and now you’re entering them"
Then, more sincerely, she said.
"I’m proud of you, Hemant. You built an enterprise so fast. You always had it in you"
"Thanks" He nodded.
"You look… happier. Busy with things that matter to you" After a pause, he said.
"I am" Her eyes brightened.
"I love working with plants again. My boss wants me to work with two scientists. We’re developing an organic health booster. No chemicals. Completely natural"
She leaned forward slightly. She spoke with enthusiasm.
"I’ve been visiting old nurseries, farms… relearning everything"
There was a glow in her face. It bothered him. Because it wasn’t because of him. Not anymore. He inhaled slowly.
"And I thought you were happy because you’re spending time with your favorite man Vikram"
He said bluntly. Her expression shifted—not shocked, not angry. Resigned.
"I do enjoy time with my favorite man" she replied quietly.
"Oh?" He smirked.
"My son, Karan" she said.
"These mom-son moments… I’m treasuring them. Before I move away" She smiled sadly.
"Nice deflection" Hemant muttered.
"That’s not you talking. That’s your bitterness" She looked at him steadily.
"Of course I’m bitter. My wife replaced me like I never mattered" He laughed hollowly.
"I didn’t replace you. I just… stopped giving you hope" She sighed.
"You go on concerts, parks, trips with him, hope Arijit’s romantic songs were good background music for you two"
Hemant snapped. She didn’t retaliate. She just looked tired.
"If believing that helps you move away from me, then believe it" she said softly.
That hurt more than anger. Suddenly, Hemant’s restraint broke.
"Then why?" he burst out.
"Why kiss me at the airport? Why give me hope and then push me away?"
Her eyes welled up. Silence. Then tears slipped down her cheeks.
"Because you deserve someone better than me" she whispered.
He froze.
"You deserve a woman who will love you properly. Respect you. Stand by you"
Her voice trembled.
"I don’t deserve you. After what I did… even a woman who sells her body has more dignity than me"
"Don’t say that" he murmured.
But she continued.
"Ragini showed me a video, from her old friend Anuradha who is now married to your friend Anuj" she sobbed.
Hemant remembered it long ago whene Dheeraj took him to the College Alumni meet where he met Anuj and his fiance. A time that was so wholesome for him. When he sang "Kitni Narmi Se" remembering Sonarika and celebrating Love. As he returned to now , he saw Sonarika wiping her tears.
"You were singing…...You kissed my photo......when I saw it and when I realized the time and place of your performance. I was never the same since"
Her voice cracked.
"When you were singing your love for me...at that exact time…I was with Vikram....In Jabalpur. At an old fort....loosing all inhibitions and getting fucked by him like a common whore!!"
She broke down completely.
"While you were singing for me….I wrecked your love by having another man cum in me at that very moment!!!!"
Hemant felt his chest tighten.
"I don’t deserve you, you deserve someone far better" she repeated.
She looked at him with helpless eyes.
"Please...take care of Karan and Anjali. Forget me. Treat me like a bad dream. I don't deserve you Hemant. I am rotten , broken and a shallow bitch of a woman who doesn't deserve anything. Nothing but suffering!!!"
"I should be alone, miserable. That’s my punishment. My penance , let the rest of my life be spent with no more desires or ambitions , just let me decompose and burn in my sins of fire and reduced to ashes eventually. Let pain be my only future!"
She whispered.
"What about Karan?" Hemant asked quietly.
"I’ll give him all my love now, so he never feels abandoned. So he always remembers me as a good mother" she replied.
"And you?" he asked.
"I’m finding a path, but away from you. Away from them" she said.
"They deserve happiness. Not my mistakes"
Her tears flowed freely now.
"My legacy is already in shambles. But at the end of the day , I will be the only loser in our story Hemant. Karan and Anjali , they will always be with you , and keep your family alive. I will vanish away....because I deserve this Hemant. A woman like me doesn't deserve a second chance. My love for plants is the only part that is left sane now. Your Sona was a lie Hemant , forget her. You will find someone that will admire and be your true partner in life. Just not me , never me. I don't deserve you. I am the poison in your life. Its better you cut this poison away for good. I wish you nothing but a great and fullfilling future and a loving partner soon in your life...forget me as a nightmare that you had conquered. You deserve better....Karan deserve better....Anjali deserve better.....Good Night!"
Before he could respond—She ended the call. The screen went black. Hemant sat motionless. The sea roared softly in the background. For a long time, he didn’t move. He had thought she was happy. He had thought she had moved on easily. He had been wrong. She was carrying her guilt alone. Still…He couldn’t forgive her. Not yet. Not fully. But now, he understood. And understanding brought peace. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair. Closed his eyes. And let go. Of anger. Of assumptions. Of false hopes. The chapter was over. When he opened his eyes, only one name echoed in his mind—
Pranitha.
And for the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel empty. It felt open.
THE NEXT DAY AT ANDHERI
Hemant visited a bustling studio in Andheri where Ananya Panday was shooting an ad. Cameras flashed. Music played. Assistants rushed. Ananya spotted him instantly. Her eyes lit up. Throughout the shoot, she kept glancing at him—biting her lip, raising her brows, smirking. Every time she passed him, she whispered:
"Daddy…"
Once. Twice. Multiply. He shook his head, amused.
"You’re impossible"
"And you love it" She leaned closer.
Later, inside her vanity van, away from noise—She sat on the counter, swinging her legs.
"So" she said
"Did I distract you enough?"
"More than enough" he replied.
She pulled him gently by his collar. Their lips met—playful, teasing, full of spark. Her fingers traced his jaw. His hand rested at her back. They laughed between kisses.
"Take me daddy. I'm yours"
She told him walking backwards and slowly removing her top. Her small breast came into view, instantly making his mouth water. She pulled down those tight jeans, revealing the rest of her figure to him. She turned towards the bed with the sexiest sway imaginable. Hemant quickly followed her, removing his clothes. He was only left in his boxers when he made it to the room. Hemant found Ananya laying on the bed fully nude. He quickly lay on top of her and resumed kissing her. Their tongues met again as their hands explored each other's bodies. Ananya's soft warm hands were roaming all over his strong back. His were busy touching her legs and thighs. Her skin was so warm, so soft. He could touch her forever.
"Be rough with me, please?" She asked him biting her lip.
"I know it's not really you but..."
Hemant didn't let her finish. He quickly returned his lips to hers and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly in his hands.
"mmmhmm, please! Do whatever you want to me."
She moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples.
"mmm, fuck!"
She whispered before he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Hemant sunk his teeth into it and smiled inwardly as he heard the gasp that escaped Ananya's lips. He aimed his dick at the entrance of her pussy, and without notice pushed the entire length of his cock into her.
"AHHHHH, fuck!"
Ananya's scream caught completely by surprise. Hemant kneeled and grabbed her hips, fucking her with deep, hard thrusts.
"OHHH SHIT! Fuck me. Just fuck me!" She screamed.
Hemant did just that, pumping his hips faster and harder into her. His balls were slapping against hard against her, making the feeling that much more enjoyable. He watched in amazement as her firm boobs bounced with everyone of his thrusts. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spreading her wide even more. He resumed fucking her with the same speed and strength as before.
"AHHHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Ananya screamed as her pussy tightened and came incredibly hard.
"OH SHIT, OH SHIT!" She screamed as his hips continued to pump quickly.
Hemant pulled himself out of her steaming hot cunt. Hemant grabbed Ananya by her waist and spun her around so that she was lying on her stomach. He lifted her hips, so that her ass was pointing right at him. He ran his hand over her skin before he spun her around onto her back. He straddled her head and pointed his cock right at her mouth. With no hesitation, the brunette quickly gulped his cock into her mouth. She looked so sexy. Her hair a complete mess, and a cock deep into her mouth.
Hemant held her head between his hands, and pumped his hips. He was fucking her wonderful mouth and she was enjoying every minute of it. Hemant pulled his dick out of her mouth and positioned his balls between her lips. Ananya quickly sucked and licked his balls, driving him dizzy with desire. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and marveled at the enthusiasm she had sucking his dick. Just seeing her want to please him so much, made him want her even more.
Hemant pulled away and flipped her over once more. He pulled her hips towards him and pierced her pussy from behind.
"OHHH, shit!" She groaned feeling his thick cock in her again.
He reveled at the tighteness of her pusssy. He held nothing back and began pounding her hard and fast from behind. Loving the feel her her tight ass against him as he drove his cock home time and time again. He had one hand firmly on her asscheek as the other found her luscious hair. He pulled back on her hair as he sped the speed of his fucking.
"OHHHH, YEAH, YEAH! FUCK ME HARDER DADDY , FUCK ME"
Ananya screamed with her head looking up at the vanity ceiling as Hemant pounded her wonderfully tight pussy.
"AHHH, AHHH Don't stop! PLEASE DON"T STOP! DADDY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Ananya's entire body practically locked up as she was hit by the orgasm to end all orgasm. Hemant felt her pussy spasm and her entire body convulse as the orgasm made it's way through her. All the while, he never let up and continued to fuck her hard.
He was tugging on her hair, and slapping his ballsack on her ass over and over again. Her cheeks were beginning to wear out which only made them sexier. He could feel that she was on the verge of another orgasm. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat. Hemant felt the cum beginning to churn in his balls. He wouldn't last much longer. Hemant dug both of his fingers into Ananya's hips and prayed that he would last long enough to make her cum again.
"AHHH, FUCK, FUCK! FUCK!!"
Ananya screamed as she was overtaken by another orgasm. Hemant was so happy that he closed his eyes and let himself go. His cock began to shoot it's seed deep into the cunt of the brunette.
"FUCK!"
Hemant groaned pumping his hot load into the even hotter actress. They both crashed onto the bed, in a heap of sweaty bodies and limbs.
"Oh wow! That was awesome Daddy!" Ananya said breathlessly.
"Oh yeah!" Hemant concurred.
"When are you meeting Mommy?"
Hemant remembered Pranitha's words and retorted.
"Very soon"
"Well....do it fast Daddy....cuz Mommy is probably desperate by now!!"
Both of them giggled as they embraced in their sweaty mess!
(TO BE CONTD)
For once, there were no boardroom battles, no deadlines, no emergency calls. Just sunlight, sea breeze, and the steady hum of renovation. Hemant spent the morning moving through his villa alongside the decorators and technicians. Clipboards in hand, scanners beeping, glass panels being tested one by one. Each transparent wall—living room, kitchen, gym, outdoor deck—was now fitted with a card-swipe locking system. Sleek. Silent. Impenetrable.
One swipe. One permission. One boundary.
His home was no longer built around warmth and family fun. It was being rebuilt around regal and royal.
By late morning, steel frames gleamed, biometric panels blinked softly, and hidden cameras disappeared into corners. The villa was slowly transforming—from a family dream into a fortress of luxury.
His space. His rules. His sanctuary. By noon, the workers took a break. Hemant stood alone in his bedroom, barefoot on cool marble, curtains swaying gently. Beyond the glass, the Arabian Sea stretched endlessly, waves catching sunlight like shards of silver. He leaned against the window. And, uninvited, she entered his thoughts.
Sonarika.
He wondered what she was doing. Was she with Vikram? Laughing somewhere? Getting railed by him at a luxurious hotel room? Probably sucking his cock at a place of privacy? Or perhaps planning their future home at Goa together? Living that life he had finally forced himself to accept?
The thought didn’t stab like before. But it lingered. On impulse, he picked up his phone. For no reason, he told himself. Just… curiosity.
He initiated a video call.
It rang. Once. Twice. Then—
"What! Papa!"
Karan’s face exploded onto the screen, glowing with surprise and joy. Hemant’s lips curved instantly.
"Hey, champ."
"You surprised me! I was playing!" Karan laughed.
Hemant noticed the background—open sky, greenery, a familiar courtyard.
"Having fun outside!"
"Yes! Backyard!" Karan spun the phone around proudly.
Plants, flower pots, wet soil.
"Looks fun."
Hemant smiled. Then, casually asked his son.
"Where’s Mumma?"
"There! Corner!"
Karan pointed excitedly. He zoomed in clumsily. And Hemant saw her. Sonarika stood near a small patch of earth, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely, wearing a simple salwar top and denim shorts. Her hands were muddy as she carefully placed saplings into the soil.
She looked… peaceful. Focused. Grounded. It surprised him. When was the last time he’d seen her do something like this?
Then it clicked.
Goa. Botanical center. A new life. Of course.
"Karan, can you give the phone to Mumma?" Hemant said gently,
"Okay!"
The boy ran over.
"Mumma! Papa wants you!"
Sonarika looked up, startled. For a moment, she just stared at the phone, as if unsure whether to take it. Then she wiped her hands on a cloth, rinsed them quickly, and accepted it. Her face appeared on screen. A little nervous. A little unsure.
"Hi…" she said softly.
"Hey" Hemant swallowed.
An awkward silence followed. Not hostile. Not warm. Just… unfamiliar. Two people who once knew everything about each other, now struggling to find words. He spoke first.
"Sonarika… can we talk later? Privately?"
"Um… yeah. Tonight… I’ll be free" She hesitated.
"That works, Perfect" he replied.
"Okay" She nodded.
Neither of them added anything else. He ended the call gently. The screen went dark. Hemant lowered the phone and released a slow breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Tonight. An important conversation. One that could close old wounds—Or open new ones. He turned back to the sea, watching the waves roll endlessly forward. Just like life. No matter how much you resist, It always moves on.
Night settled over Silver Beach like a velvet curtain.
The renovation crew had finally left. The villa stood silent, its new systems humming softly beneath polished surfaces. Hemant walked through every room one last time, testing the card readers, locking and unlocking glass panels with precise movements.
Satisfied, he handed the spare card to Tara.
"Keep this safe," he said.
"Yes, sir" she replied warmly.
He nodded and retreated upstairs.
In his bedroom, the lights were dim. Only the reflection of the moon on the sea filtered in through the glass wall. Hemant took a long, warm shower, letting the water wash away the day’s weight. He changed into loose night clothes, dried his hair, and set his phone on its stand near the balcony chair.
He sat down, facing the dark ocean. Breathing slowly. Preparing himself. Then he initiated the video call. The screen lit up. Sonarika appeared. She was sitting on her bed, hair loosely tied, wearing a white tank top and shorts. Soft light framed her face. She looked… beautiful. Effortlessly so.
For a fleeting second, Hemant was transported back to the early years—the stolen glances, whispered jokes, late-night conversations that once felt eternal.
"Hi" she said.
"Hey" he replied.
Awkwardness hovered between them. Then she smiled faintly.
"You’ve… colored your hair. Auburn?"
"Yeah. Makeover, I guess. Company’s growing. Needed a fresh look for the elite circles and all"
He touched it subconsciously. She chuckled softly.
"Funny. I ran away from those circles… and now you’re entering them"
Then, more sincerely, she said.
"I’m proud of you, Hemant. You built an enterprise so fast. You always had it in you"
"Thanks" He nodded.
"You look… happier. Busy with things that matter to you" After a pause, he said.
"I am" Her eyes brightened.
"I love working with plants again. My boss wants me to work with two scientists. We’re developing an organic health booster. No chemicals. Completely natural"
She leaned forward slightly. She spoke with enthusiasm.
"I’ve been visiting old nurseries, farms… relearning everything"
There was a glow in her face. It bothered him. Because it wasn’t because of him. Not anymore. He inhaled slowly.
"And I thought you were happy because you’re spending time with your favorite man Vikram"
He said bluntly. Her expression shifted—not shocked, not angry. Resigned.
"I do enjoy time with my favorite man" she replied quietly.
"Oh?" He smirked.
"My son, Karan" she said.
"These mom-son moments… I’m treasuring them. Before I move away" She smiled sadly.
"Nice deflection" Hemant muttered.
"That’s not you talking. That’s your bitterness" She looked at him steadily.
"Of course I’m bitter. My wife replaced me like I never mattered" He laughed hollowly.
"I didn’t replace you. I just… stopped giving you hope" She sighed.
"You go on concerts, parks, trips with him, hope Arijit’s romantic songs were good background music for you two"
Hemant snapped. She didn’t retaliate. She just looked tired.
"If believing that helps you move away from me, then believe it" she said softly.
That hurt more than anger. Suddenly, Hemant’s restraint broke.
"Then why?" he burst out.
"Why kiss me at the airport? Why give me hope and then push me away?"
Her eyes welled up. Silence. Then tears slipped down her cheeks.
"Because you deserve someone better than me" she whispered.
He froze.
"You deserve a woman who will love you properly. Respect you. Stand by you"
Her voice trembled.
"I don’t deserve you. After what I did… even a woman who sells her body has more dignity than me"
"Don’t say that" he murmured.
But she continued.
"Ragini showed me a video, from her old friend Anuradha who is now married to your friend Anuj" she sobbed.
Hemant remembered it long ago whene Dheeraj took him to the College Alumni meet where he met Anuj and his fiance. A time that was so wholesome for him. When he sang "Kitni Narmi Se" remembering Sonarika and celebrating Love. As he returned to now , he saw Sonarika wiping her tears.
"You were singing…...You kissed my photo......when I saw it and when I realized the time and place of your performance. I was never the same since"
Her voice cracked.
"When you were singing your love for me...at that exact time…I was with Vikram....In Jabalpur. At an old fort....loosing all inhibitions and getting fucked by him like a common whore!!"
She broke down completely.
"While you were singing for me….I wrecked your love by having another man cum in me at that very moment!!!!"
Hemant felt his chest tighten.
"I don’t deserve you, you deserve someone far better" she repeated.
She looked at him with helpless eyes.
"Please...take care of Karan and Anjali. Forget me. Treat me like a bad dream. I don't deserve you Hemant. I am rotten , broken and a shallow bitch of a woman who doesn't deserve anything. Nothing but suffering!!!"
"I should be alone, miserable. That’s my punishment. My penance , let the rest of my life be spent with no more desires or ambitions , just let me decompose and burn in my sins of fire and reduced to ashes eventually. Let pain be my only future!"
She whispered.
"What about Karan?" Hemant asked quietly.
"I’ll give him all my love now, so he never feels abandoned. So he always remembers me as a good mother" she replied.
"And you?" he asked.
"I’m finding a path, but away from you. Away from them" she said.
"They deserve happiness. Not my mistakes"
Her tears flowed freely now.
"My legacy is already in shambles. But at the end of the day , I will be the only loser in our story Hemant. Karan and Anjali , they will always be with you , and keep your family alive. I will vanish away....because I deserve this Hemant. A woman like me doesn't deserve a second chance. My love for plants is the only part that is left sane now. Your Sona was a lie Hemant , forget her. You will find someone that will admire and be your true partner in life. Just not me , never me. I don't deserve you. I am the poison in your life. Its better you cut this poison away for good. I wish you nothing but a great and fullfilling future and a loving partner soon in your life...forget me as a nightmare that you had conquered. You deserve better....Karan deserve better....Anjali deserve better.....Good Night!"
Before he could respond—She ended the call. The screen went black. Hemant sat motionless. The sea roared softly in the background. For a long time, he didn’t move. He had thought she was happy. He had thought she had moved on easily. He had been wrong. She was carrying her guilt alone. Still…He couldn’t forgive her. Not yet. Not fully. But now, he understood. And understanding brought peace. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair. Closed his eyes. And let go. Of anger. Of assumptions. Of false hopes. The chapter was over. When he opened his eyes, only one name echoed in his mind—
Pranitha.
And for the first time in a long while, the future didn’t feel empty. It felt open.
THE NEXT DAY AT ANDHERI
Hemant visited a bustling studio in Andheri where Ananya Panday was shooting an ad. Cameras flashed. Music played. Assistants rushed. Ananya spotted him instantly. Her eyes lit up. Throughout the shoot, she kept glancing at him—biting her lip, raising her brows, smirking. Every time she passed him, she whispered:
"Daddy…"
Once. Twice. Multiply. He shook his head, amused.
"You’re impossible"
"And you love it" She leaned closer.
Later, inside her vanity van, away from noise—She sat on the counter, swinging her legs.
"So" she said
"Did I distract you enough?"
"More than enough" he replied.
She pulled him gently by his collar. Their lips met—playful, teasing, full of spark. Her fingers traced his jaw. His hand rested at her back. They laughed between kisses.
"Take me daddy. I'm yours"
She told him walking backwards and slowly removing her top. Her small breast came into view, instantly making his mouth water. She pulled down those tight jeans, revealing the rest of her figure to him. She turned towards the bed with the sexiest sway imaginable. Hemant quickly followed her, removing his clothes. He was only left in his boxers when he made it to the room. Hemant found Ananya laying on the bed fully nude. He quickly lay on top of her and resumed kissing her. Their tongues met again as their hands explored each other's bodies. Ananya's soft warm hands were roaming all over his strong back. His were busy touching her legs and thighs. Her skin was so warm, so soft. He could touch her forever.
"Be rough with me, please?" She asked him biting her lip.
"I know it's not really you but..."
Hemant didn't let her finish. He quickly returned his lips to hers and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly in his hands.
"mmmhmm, please! Do whatever you want to me."
She moaned into his mouth as he grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples.
"mmm, fuck!"
She whispered before he lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. Hemant sunk his teeth into it and smiled inwardly as he heard the gasp that escaped Ananya's lips. He aimed his dick at the entrance of her pussy, and without notice pushed the entire length of his cock into her.
"AHHHHH, fuck!"
Ananya's scream caught completely by surprise. Hemant kneeled and grabbed her hips, fucking her with deep, hard thrusts.
"OHHH SHIT! Fuck me. Just fuck me!" She screamed.
Hemant did just that, pumping his hips faster and harder into her. His balls were slapping against hard against her, making the feeling that much more enjoyable. He watched in amazement as her firm boobs bounced with everyone of his thrusts. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spreading her wide even more. He resumed fucking her with the same speed and strength as before.
"AHHHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Ananya screamed as her pussy tightened and came incredibly hard.
"OH SHIT, OH SHIT!" She screamed as his hips continued to pump quickly.
Hemant pulled himself out of her steaming hot cunt. Hemant grabbed Ananya by her waist and spun her around so that she was lying on her stomach. He lifted her hips, so that her ass was pointing right at him. He ran his hand over her skin before he spun her around onto her back. He straddled her head and pointed his cock right at her mouth. With no hesitation, the brunette quickly gulped his cock into her mouth. She looked so sexy. Her hair a complete mess, and a cock deep into her mouth.
Hemant held her head between his hands, and pumped his hips. He was fucking her wonderful mouth and she was enjoying every minute of it. Hemant pulled his dick out of her mouth and positioned his balls between her lips. Ananya quickly sucked and licked his balls, driving him dizzy with desire. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and marveled at the enthusiasm she had sucking his dick. Just seeing her want to please him so much, made him want her even more.
Hemant pulled away and flipped her over once more. He pulled her hips towards him and pierced her pussy from behind.
"OHHH, shit!" She groaned feeling his thick cock in her again.
He reveled at the tighteness of her pusssy. He held nothing back and began pounding her hard and fast from behind. Loving the feel her her tight ass against him as he drove his cock home time and time again. He had one hand firmly on her asscheek as the other found her luscious hair. He pulled back on her hair as he sped the speed of his fucking.
"OHHHH, YEAH, YEAH! FUCK ME HARDER DADDY , FUCK ME"
Ananya screamed with her head looking up at the vanity ceiling as Hemant pounded her wonderfully tight pussy.
"AHHH, AHHH Don't stop! PLEASE DON"T STOP! DADDY! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Ananya's entire body practically locked up as she was hit by the orgasm to end all orgasm. Hemant felt her pussy spasm and her entire body convulse as the orgasm made it's way through her. All the while, he never let up and continued to fuck her hard.
He was tugging on her hair, and slapping his ballsack on her ass over and over again. Her cheeks were beginning to wear out which only made them sexier. He could feel that she was on the verge of another orgasm. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat. Hemant felt the cum beginning to churn in his balls. He wouldn't last much longer. Hemant dug both of his fingers into Ananya's hips and prayed that he would last long enough to make her cum again.
"AHHH, FUCK, FUCK! FUCK!!"
Ananya screamed as she was overtaken by another orgasm. Hemant was so happy that he closed his eyes and let himself go. His cock began to shoot it's seed deep into the cunt of the brunette.
"FUCK!"
Hemant groaned pumping his hot load into the even hotter actress. They both crashed onto the bed, in a heap of sweaty bodies and limbs.
"Oh wow! That was awesome Daddy!" Ananya said breathlessly.
"Oh yeah!" Hemant concurred.
"When are you meeting Mommy?"
Hemant remembered Pranitha's words and retorted.
"Very soon"
"Well....do it fast Daddy....cuz Mommy is probably desperate by now!!"
Both of them giggled as they embraced in their sweaty mess!
(TO BE CONTD)
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