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Chapter 124: The Gift
Inside the room, the air was thick with desire and raw emotion.
Anandhi knelt on the bed, completely naked, her full breasts swaying gently as she took Suriya’s hard cock deeper into her mouth. She sucked him with slow, loving strokes, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting him, worshipping him.
Suriya groaned softly, his hand gently holding her hair. “Anandhi… you don’t have to…”
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She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening. “Tonight is my gift to you. For forgetting revenge… for helping Rahul… and for myself, for protecting this beautiful family.”
She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, relaxing her throat and letting him slide all the way in. Suriya’s head fell back, a low moan escaping him.
Anandhi moved with purpose — sucking, licking, stroking him with her hand while her mouth worked him. Her breasts bounced lightly with every movement. She wanted him to feel loved, desired, and completely hers in this moment.
After a few minutes, Suriya gently pulled her up, laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss — tongues dancing, breaths mingling, years of longing pouring out.
He kissed down her neck, sucking on her collarbone, then moved to her breasts. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently while his hand massaged the other. Anandhi arched her back, moaning softly, her fingers threading through his hair.
Suriya moved lower, kissing her stomach, her thighs, and finally buried his face between her legs. His tongue licked her slowly, teasing her clit, tasting her wetness. Anandhi’s hips bucked against his mouth, her moans growing louder.
When she was trembling and close, he moved back up, positioned himself between her thighs, and pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust.
“Aaaahhh…” Anandhi cried out, her walls clenching around him.
Suriya groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He began moving — slow at first, then deeper, harder, more passionate. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, skin slapping skin, breaths mingling, moans filling the room.
Anandhi wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I love this… I love you inside me…”
Suriya kissed her deeply as he thrust, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. Their eyes locked — full of love, guilt, passion, and forgiveness.
They came together — Anandhi crying out his name, her body shaking with pleasure, Suriya groaning as he filled her once again with hot, thick spurts of cum.
They stayed joined for a long time, breathing heavily, holding each other tightly.
Anandhi looked up at him, her voice soft and sincere.
“Thanks…”
Suriya brushed a strand of hair from her face, still inside her. “For what?”
“For keeping the promise… for not harming Rahul.”
She paused, her eyes searching his. “Rahul had reasons to do what he did. He doesn’t like anyone sharing me or the family. He did what a man had to do for his family. Imagine a role reversal… think you are my husband and you gave me to Rahul because of some experiment… and then you realise you are fine. Will you leave me as it is or try to claim me?”
Suriya stayed silent for a moment, then said quietly, “I understand you. No need to teach me these things.”
Anandhi continued gently, “Rahul went a bit too much… he tried to destroy you because he couldn’t stand seeing me being claimed by someone else. Please… this has to stay between us.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “I promise.”
He sealed the promise with a deep, lingering kiss — slow, emotional, full of forgiveness and lingering passion.
Outside the door, Rahul stood frozen in the dark hallway.
He had seen everything through the keyhole — the undressing, the oral, the passionate sex, the tender conversation afterward.
He could not confront them.
He could not burst in.
He feared if he showed them he knew everything, they would look at him as small, weak, pathetic.
So he stood there, heart shattered, fists clenched, tears burning in his eyes.
He decided to slide this off for now… and plan something that would put Suriya away — quietly, permanently.
The secret was no longer a secret to him.
And the family he thought was his… was never truly his again.
Inside the room, the air was thick with desire and raw emotion.
Anandhi knelt on the bed, completely naked, her full breasts swaying gently as she took Suriya’s hard cock deeper into her mouth. She sucked him with slow, loving strokes, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting him, worshipping him.
Suriya groaned softly, his hand gently holding her hair. “Anandhi… you don’t have to…”
She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening. “Tonight is my gift to you. For forgetting revenge… for helping Rahul… and for myself, for protecting this beautiful family.”
She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, relaxing her throat and letting him slide all the way in. Suriya’s head fell back, a low moan escaping him.
Anandhi moved with purpose — sucking, licking, stroking him with her hand while her mouth worked him. Her breasts bounced lightly with every movement. She wanted him to feel loved, desired, and completely hers in this moment.
After a few minutes, Suriya gently pulled her up, laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss — tongues dancing, breaths mingling, years of longing pouring out.
He kissed down her neck, sucking on her collarbone, then moved to her breasts. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently while his hand massaged the other. Anandhi arched her back, moaning softly, her fingers threading through his hair.
Suriya moved lower, kissing her stomach, her thighs, and finally buried his face between her legs. His tongue licked her slowly, teasing her clit, tasting her wetness. Anandhi’s hips bucked against his mouth, her moans growing louder.
When she was trembling and close, he moved back up, positioned himself between her thighs, and pushed inside her in one smooth, deep thrust.
“Aaaahhh…” Anandhi cried out, her walls clenching around him.
Suriya groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He began moving — slow at first, then deeper, harder, more passionate. Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, skin slapping skin, breaths mingling, moans filling the room.
Anandhi wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I love this… I love you inside me…”
Suriya kissed her deeply as he thrust, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. Their eyes locked — full of love, guilt, passion, and forgiveness.
They came together — Anandhi crying out his name, her body shaking with pleasure, Suriya groaning as he filled her once again with hot, thick spurts of cum.
They stayed joined for a long time, breathing heavily, holding each other tightly.
Anandhi looked up at him, her voice soft and sincere.
“Thanks…”
Suriya brushed a strand of hair from her face, still inside her. “For what?”
“For keeping the promise… for not harming Rahul.”
She paused, her eyes searching his. “Rahul had reasons to do what he did. He doesn’t like anyone sharing me or the family. He did what a man had to do for his family. Imagine a role reversal… think you are my husband and you gave me to Rahul because of some experiment… and then you realise you are fine. Will you leave me as it is or try to claim me?”
Suriya stayed silent for a moment, then said quietly, “I understand you. No need to teach me these things.”
Anandhi continued gently, “Rahul went a bit too much… he tried to destroy you because he couldn’t stand seeing me being claimed by someone else. Please… this has to stay between us.”
Suriya looked at her for a long moment, then nodded. “I promise.”
He sealed the promise with a deep, lingering kiss — slow, emotional, full of forgiveness and lingering passion.
Outside the door, Rahul stood frozen in the dark hallway.
He had seen everything through the keyhole — the undressing, the oral, the passionate sex, the tender conversation afterward.
He could not confront them.
He could not burst in.
He feared if he showed them he knew everything, they would look at him as small, weak, pathetic.
So he stood there, heart shattered, fists clenched, tears burning in his eyes.
He decided to slide this off for now… and plan something that would put Suriya away — quietly, permanently.
The secret was no longer a secret to him.
And the family he thought was his… was never truly his again.
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