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Chapter 131 - FUCK IT.
The door to Gowtham’s house had barely clicked shut when he claimed her.
No hesitation. No words. He spun Sneha around with bruising force, slamming her back against the wood as his mouth crashed down on hers.
The kiss was feral—teeth clashing, tongues battling, his hand fisting her hair at the nape of her neck to tilt her head exactly how he wanted. He devoured her like a starving predator, sucking her lower lip, biting it hard enough to draw a sharp whimper from her throat.
Sneha’s knees buckled, but his body pinned her there, hard chest against her breasts, the thick ridge of his erection already pressing insistently against her stomach through their clothes.
THE PLAN
Her mind screamed the plan even as her body melted: Fuck him senseless. Wait till he sleeps. Get the phone. Copy the transactions. End this.
But a doubt was blooming like a cold knife twisting in her gut.
What if he changed the code? She wanted to test it Now. Right away!
Gowtham finally pulled back just enough for them both to gasp for air. His eyes—dark, glittering with dangerous hunger—locked onto hers. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.
The TEST
Sneha forced a sultry smile, sliding her palm down his chest. “Let me take a selfie first, baby,” she purred, voice husky. “I want to remember how fucking hot you look when you’re this hard for me.”
Gowtham laughed, whats with y our new language, and when you are so much interested in selfies like this?
She just smiled and said.. From today and from today everything will be new she winked.
He chuckled low in his throat and handed her his phone without hesitation.
Her heart hammered like a war drum as she tapped the screen.
Wrong code.
She tried again, fingers trembling slightly.
Wrong code.
Panic flashed hot across her face before she could college it. If I’d waited until after sex… I would have been completely fucked up the plan and made a mockery of myself .
Gowtham’s smirk widened into something sharp and knowing.
“Problem, sweetheart?”
“I… thought it was 2771,” she said, trying to sound playful, but her voice cracked.
He snatched the phone back, eyes narrowing with dark amusement.
“How did you know my old code?”
His voice dropped to a velvet threat.
“I never gave it to you.”
“I saw you type it once,” she lied quickly. “In the master bedroom.”
Gowtham laughed—a low, mocking sound that sent shivers racing down her spine. “I change it every few weeks, baby.
“And this one…” Gowtham tapped his own face with a smug smirk. The phone screen lit up instantly. “Face recognition. Convenient, isn’t it?”
Sneha’s heart sank. She tried to hide her disappointment behind a playful pout.
“If you had just shared the passcode, I could’ve taken some hot moments of us,” she complained, her voice sweet but laced with frustration. “We could’ve made our own little collection…”
Gowtham chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her attempt. “We can, baby… we definitely can.”
But he carefully didn’t share the code. Instead, he slipped the phone back into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.
Sneha reached out expectantly, thinking he would hand it over.
Gowtham smirked and shook his head. “No selfies here, only on the bed,” he winked.
“And our selfies should be completely nude… skin against skin. Only then will I let you click.”
Before she could respond or protest, he moved like lightning.
In one rough pull, he yanked her pallu down, exposing her blouse and the deep curve of her breasts. Sneha gasped as he lifted her clean off the floor, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs. He carried her like she weighed nothing, his mouth attacking her neck — sucking hard, biting, leaving fresh red marks as he kicked the bedroom door open with his foot.
He threw her onto the massive bed.
The mattress bounced violently under her weight. Gowtham crawled over her like a predator, pinning both her wrists above her head with one powerful hand. His other hand tore at her blouse, buttons flying across the room. Her bra was roughly shoved down, her heavy breasts spilling free into the cool air.
Gowtham groaned at the sight, his eyes dark with raw lust.
“Fuck… look at these,” he growled, lowering his head and latching onto one stiff nipple. He sucked hard, biting just enough to make her arch and moan, while his free hand shoved her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties aside in one brutal tug.
Sneha’s breath hitched sharply as cool air hit her exposed, already-wet pussy. Gowtham didn’t give her any time to recover. He kept her wrists pinned, his mouth moving between her breasts, sucking and biting greedily while his fingers found her slick folds and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles.
Sneha moaned loudly, her body betraying her as pleasure shot through her. She was trapped beneath him — wrists pinned, breasts exposed, legs spread — completely at his mercy.
Gowtham smirked against her skin, clearly loving every second of her helpless state.
He finally took his phone out to play with her.
“Smile for the camera, baby,” Gowtham growled, his voice thick with lust as he grabbed his phone again.
He held the phone above them and started taking dozens of filthy selfies — his mouth latched onto her heavy breast, sucking hard on her nipple while his fingers plunged deep into her soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his two thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room as Sneha moaned and arched beneath him, her body betraying her completely.
Every flash of the camera captured her in compromising positions — breasts out, skirt hiked up, legs spread, his fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her.
PLAN A
Sneha’s mind was racing even through the haze of pleasure. This is my chance…
She reached up with a shaky hand, pretending to be playful. “Let me take one too… I want to see how we look together.”
Gowtham smirked, clearly enjoying the game. He handed her the phone for a moment. Said it should be 2747 i dont remember right.
The second her fingers closed around it, her heart hammered. She tried to unlock it while acting seductive. But the moment she tapped the screen —
Wrong code.
Panic flashed across her face. Before she could recover, Gowtham’s mouth descended on her nipple again — this time biting down harder, just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through her body. She gasped, her grip loosened, and the phone dropped onto the bed beside them.
Gowtham chuckled darkly against her breast. He took the phone and kept at table in the side, near the bed..
Sneha realized her first plan had completely failed. Asking for the code openly wouldn’t work. She remembers him telling, he was not sure about the code..
She needed a better strategy.
Plan B…
She decided to surrender for a moment. She had a doubt if he was alert? She doesn't want to take risks.... She would wait until he was fully focused on fucking her — preferably in missionary. She thought that's the best idea.. In that position, when he is too much into me.. He could not be distracted.. She could pretend she is taking a Selfie video of a missionary .. and get his phone unlocked by using face recognition. She could stretch her hand behind his back, and instead of recording she would check if there is a conversation with the number she memorized in WhatsApp.
She locked this is the plan..
She softened her body, letting out a needy moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Fuck me, Gowtham,” she begged, voice breathy.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He shoved her thighs wide, positioned his thick, throbbing cock at her entrance, and drove in with one brutal thrust. Sneha cried out, back bowing off the bed as he stretched her open, filling her completely. He was huge, pulsing, relentless.
The moment he started pounding into her—deep, punishing strokes that shook the entire bed—Sneha stretched her arm toward the bedside table.
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She grabbed the phone, quickly brought it to his face while he was lost in the rhythm.
Unlocked.
She whipped it behind his back, heart exploding in her chest, and opened WhatsApp with trembling fingers, scrolling desperately for the contact with a number being typed by her trembling hands..
Gowtham’s eyes flashed with wicked realization.
He slammed into her harder—violent, deliberate thrusts that jolted her entire body and made her grip on the phone falter. The phone shook wildly in her hand.
“You really think I’m stupid?” he thought in his mind…, hips snapping forward mercilessly, balls slapping against her ass. “Every time you try to snoop, I’m going to fuck you deeper. He roared in his mind..”
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He grabbed her hips, angling himself to hit that spot inside her with devastating accuracy. Sneha moaned loudly, traitorous pleasure crashing through her. The phone slipped from her fingers onto the sheets as her orgasm built like a tidal wave. Gowtham fucked her like he was punishing her—raw, animalistic, sweat-slicked skin slapping together, his hand around her throat just tight enough to make her see stars.
After 20 long minutes of merciless fuck.. They came together in a shattering, screaming climax—his cock pulsing hot and deep inside her as her walls clenched around him in rhythmic spasms.
For a long minute, only heavy breathing filled the room.
Gowtham collapsed beside her, pretending to drift off, one arm dbangd possessively over her waist. But his eyes were slit, watching.
Plan B failed as well..
She has only one chance now,, all she wanted is Gowtham should sleep and she could open his phone using his face..
When he sleeps.
Plan C Formed
She said she was feeling tired and sleepy in his ears , she turned off the lights.
Saying good night.. She just wanted him to sleep right now..
Sneha waited.
Thirty agonizing minutes.
She lay there naked beside him, thighs still sticky with their combined release, her pulse refusing to calm down. The room was quiet except for Gowtham’s deep, even breathing. Moonlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting soft silver shadows across his body.
This is my only chance.
Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, moving like a shadow. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She picked up his phone from the bedside table, screen already dim.
Still straddling his hips in the air — careful not to put any weight on him — she hovered above his sleeping face. The position was risky, intimate, and humiliating. Her soaked pussy hovered just inches above his cock as she slowly lowered the phone toward his face for face recognition.
The screen lit up.
Unlocked.
A rush of victory surged through her — but it lasted less than a second.
Gowtham’s eyes snapped open, dark, sharp, and filled with fresh, dangerous lust.
“You want cowgirl, baby?” His voice was pure sin, low and mocking.
Before Sneha could react or pull away, his hands clamped onto her hips like iron clamps. With one brutal yank, he slammed her down, impaling her fully on his rock-hard cock in a single savage thrust.
“AH—!” Sneha screamed, her eyes flying wide open in shock and overwhelming pleasure as he stretched her completely, deeper than before in this position. Her walls clenched tightly around his thick shaft, still sensitive from their earlier round.
Gowtham grinned up at her like a wolf who had caught his prey.
“Got you,” he growled.
His fingers dug possessively into the soft flesh of her ass as he started bouncing her on his cock — rough, relentless, and completely in control. He lifted and slammed her down again and again, forcing her to ride him hard. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking every inch filled the room.
Sneha’s moans grew louder, uncontrollable. Her breasts bounced wildly with every powerful thrust. She tried to steady herself, but Gowtham was merciless — hips snapping up to meet her, driving even deeper.
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The phone lay completely forgotten on the bed beside them.
She knew she had lost.
This time… it really feels different, she thought, the words Suresh had teased her with earlier echoing in her mind. But she had no idea Gowtham already knew the truth — that she was investigating him.
Gowtham smirked up at her, eyes burning with dark satisfaction.
“You really thought you could play me tonight? he smirked in his mind. ” he taunted between heavy thrusts, his cock pounding into her without mercy. “Trying to unlock my phone while my dick is still inside you? How fucking adorable. he thought”
He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her chest against his. In this new position, he fucked her even harder, his mouth latching onto her bouncing breast, sucking and biting her nipple while he drove up into her.
Sneha cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body surrendered completely — shamelessly riding him, hips moving on their own now.
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For the next thirty minutes, Gowtham fucked her senseless in cowgirl — changing angles, slowing down to edge her, then slamming her down hard again. He made her moan his name, made her admit how much she loved his cock, made her forget every plan she had come with.
By the end, Sneha collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted, trembling, and utterly surrendered. Her face buried in his neck, breathing ragged, body limp and covered in sweat.
Gowtham stroked her back possessively, a dark, victorious smile on his lips.
He knew everything now.
And the game had only just begun.
The door to Gowtham’s house had barely clicked shut when he claimed her.
No hesitation. No words. He spun Sneha around with bruising force, slamming her back against the wood as his mouth crashed down on hers.
The kiss was feral—teeth clashing, tongues battling, his hand fisting her hair at the nape of her neck to tilt her head exactly how he wanted. He devoured her like a starving predator, sucking her lower lip, biting it hard enough to draw a sharp whimper from her throat.
Sneha’s knees buckled, but his body pinned her there, hard chest against her breasts, the thick ridge of his erection already pressing insistently against her stomach through their clothes.
THE PLAN
Her mind screamed the plan even as her body melted: Fuck him senseless. Wait till he sleeps. Get the phone. Copy the transactions. End this.
But a doubt was blooming like a cold knife twisting in her gut.
What if he changed the code? She wanted to test it Now. Right away!
Gowtham finally pulled back just enough for them both to gasp for air. His eyes—dark, glittering with dangerous hunger—locked onto hers. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.
The TEST
Sneha forced a sultry smile, sliding her palm down his chest. “Let me take a selfie first, baby,” she purred, voice husky. “I want to remember how fucking hot you look when you’re this hard for me.”
Gowtham laughed, whats with y our new language, and when you are so much interested in selfies like this?
She just smiled and said.. From today and from today everything will be new she winked.
He chuckled low in his throat and handed her his phone without hesitation.
Her heart hammered like a war drum as she tapped the screen.
Wrong code.
She tried again, fingers trembling slightly.
Wrong code.
Panic flashed hot across her face before she could college it. If I’d waited until after sex… I would have been completely fucked up the plan and made a mockery of myself .
Gowtham’s smirk widened into something sharp and knowing.
“Problem, sweetheart?”
“I… thought it was 2771,” she said, trying to sound playful, but her voice cracked.
He snatched the phone back, eyes narrowing with dark amusement.
“How did you know my old code?”
His voice dropped to a velvet threat.
“I never gave it to you.”
“I saw you type it once,” she lied quickly. “In the master bedroom.”
Gowtham laughed—a low, mocking sound that sent shivers racing down her spine. “I change it every few weeks, baby.
“And this one…” Gowtham tapped his own face with a smug smirk. The phone screen lit up instantly. “Face recognition. Convenient, isn’t it?”
Sneha’s heart sank. She tried to hide her disappointment behind a playful pout.
“If you had just shared the passcode, I could’ve taken some hot moments of us,” she complained, her voice sweet but laced with frustration. “We could’ve made our own little collection…”
Gowtham chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her attempt. “We can, baby… we definitely can.”
But he carefully didn’t share the code. Instead, he slipped the phone back into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.
Sneha reached out expectantly, thinking he would hand it over.
Gowtham smirked and shook his head. “No selfies here, only on the bed,” he winked.
“And our selfies should be completely nude… skin against skin. Only then will I let you click.”
Before she could respond or protest, he moved like lightning.
In one rough pull, he yanked her pallu down, exposing her blouse and the deep curve of her breasts. Sneha gasped as he lifted her clean off the floor, his strong arms wrapping around her thighs. He carried her like she weighed nothing, his mouth attacking her neck — sucking hard, biting, leaving fresh red marks as he kicked the bedroom door open with his foot.
He threw her onto the massive bed.
The mattress bounced violently under her weight. Gowtham crawled over her like a predator, pinning both her wrists above her head with one powerful hand. His other hand tore at her blouse, buttons flying across the room. Her bra was roughly shoved down, her heavy breasts spilling free into the cool air.
Gowtham groaned at the sight, his eyes dark with raw lust.
“Fuck… look at these,” he growled, lowering his head and latching onto one stiff nipple. He sucked hard, biting just enough to make her arch and moan, while his free hand shoved her skirt up to her waist and ripped her panties aside in one brutal tug.
Sneha’s breath hitched sharply as cool air hit her exposed, already-wet pussy. Gowtham didn’t give her any time to recover. He kept her wrists pinned, his mouth moving between her breasts, sucking and biting greedily while his fingers found her slick folds and rubbed her swollen clit in rough circles.
Sneha moaned loudly, her body betraying her as pleasure shot through her. She was trapped beneath him — wrists pinned, breasts exposed, legs spread — completely at his mercy.
Gowtham smirked against her skin, clearly loving every second of her helpless state.
He finally took his phone out to play with her.
“Smile for the camera, baby,” Gowtham growled, his voice thick with lust as he grabbed his phone again.
He held the phone above them and started taking dozens of filthy selfies — his mouth latched onto her heavy breast, sucking hard on her nipple while his fingers plunged deep into her soaked pussy. The wet, obscene sounds of his two thick fingers pumping in and out filled the room as Sneha moaned and arched beneath him, her body betraying her completely.
Every flash of the camera captured her in compromising positions — breasts out, skirt hiked up, legs spread, his fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her.
PLAN A
Sneha’s mind was racing even through the haze of pleasure. This is my chance…
She reached up with a shaky hand, pretending to be playful. “Let me take one too… I want to see how we look together.”
Gowtham smirked, clearly enjoying the game. He handed her the phone for a moment. Said it should be 2747 i dont remember right.
The second her fingers closed around it, her heart hammered. She tried to unlock it while acting seductive. But the moment she tapped the screen —
Wrong code.
Panic flashed across her face. Before she could recover, Gowtham’s mouth descended on her nipple again — this time biting down harder, just enough to send a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through her body. She gasped, her grip loosened, and the phone dropped onto the bed beside them.
Gowtham chuckled darkly against her breast. He took the phone and kept at table in the side, near the bed..
Sneha realized her first plan had completely failed. Asking for the code openly wouldn’t work. She remembers him telling, he was not sure about the code..
She needed a better strategy.
Plan B…
She decided to surrender for a moment. She had a doubt if he was alert? She doesn't want to take risks.... She would wait until he was fully focused on fucking her — preferably in missionary. She thought that's the best idea.. In that position, when he is too much into me.. He could not be distracted.. She could pretend she is taking a Selfie video of a missionary .. and get his phone unlocked by using face recognition. She could stretch her hand behind his back, and instead of recording she would check if there is a conversation with the number she memorized in WhatsApp.
She locked this is the plan..
She softened her body, letting out a needy moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Fuck me, Gowtham,” she begged, voice breathy.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He shoved her thighs wide, positioned his thick, throbbing cock at her entrance, and drove in with one brutal thrust. Sneha cried out, back bowing off the bed as he stretched her open, filling her completely. He was huge, pulsing, relentless.
The moment he started pounding into her—deep, punishing strokes that shook the entire bed—Sneha stretched her arm toward the bedside table.
She grabbed the phone, quickly brought it to his face while he was lost in the rhythm.
Unlocked.
She whipped it behind his back, heart exploding in her chest, and opened WhatsApp with trembling fingers, scrolling desperately for the contact with a number being typed by her trembling hands..
Gowtham’s eyes flashed with wicked realization.
He slammed into her harder—violent, deliberate thrusts that jolted her entire body and made her grip on the phone falter. The phone shook wildly in her hand.
“You really think I’m stupid?” he thought in his mind…, hips snapping forward mercilessly, balls slapping against her ass. “Every time you try to snoop, I’m going to fuck you deeper. He roared in his mind..”
He grabbed her hips, angling himself to hit that spot inside her with devastating accuracy. Sneha moaned loudly, traitorous pleasure crashing through her. The phone slipped from her fingers onto the sheets as her orgasm built like a tidal wave. Gowtham fucked her like he was punishing her—raw, animalistic, sweat-slicked skin slapping together, his hand around her throat just tight enough to make her see stars.
After 20 long minutes of merciless fuck.. They came together in a shattering, screaming climax—his cock pulsing hot and deep inside her as her walls clenched around him in rhythmic spasms.
For a long minute, only heavy breathing filled the room.
Gowtham collapsed beside her, pretending to drift off, one arm dbangd possessively over her waist. But his eyes were slit, watching.
Plan B failed as well..
She has only one chance now,, all she wanted is Gowtham should sleep and she could open his phone using his face..
When he sleeps.
Plan C Formed
She said she was feeling tired and sleepy in his ears , she turned off the lights.
Saying good night.. She just wanted him to sleep right now..
Sneha waited.
Thirty agonizing minutes.
She lay there naked beside him, thighs still sticky with their combined release, her pulse refusing to calm down. The room was quiet except for Gowtham’s deep, even breathing. Moonlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting soft silver shadows across his body.
This is my only chance.
Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, moving like a shadow. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She picked up his phone from the bedside table, screen already dim.
Still straddling his hips in the air — careful not to put any weight on him — she hovered above his sleeping face. The position was risky, intimate, and humiliating. Her soaked pussy hovered just inches above his cock as she slowly lowered the phone toward his face for face recognition.
The screen lit up.
Unlocked.
A rush of victory surged through her — but it lasted less than a second.
Gowtham’s eyes snapped open, dark, sharp, and filled with fresh, dangerous lust.
“You want cowgirl, baby?” His voice was pure sin, low and mocking.
Before Sneha could react or pull away, his hands clamped onto her hips like iron clamps. With one brutal yank, he slammed her down, impaling her fully on his rock-hard cock in a single savage thrust.
“AH—!” Sneha screamed, her eyes flying wide open in shock and overwhelming pleasure as he stretched her completely, deeper than before in this position. Her walls clenched tightly around his thick shaft, still sensitive from their earlier round.
Gowtham grinned up at her like a wolf who had caught his prey.
“Got you,” he growled.
His fingers dug possessively into the soft flesh of her ass as he started bouncing her on his cock — rough, relentless, and completely in control. He lifted and slammed her down again and again, forcing her to ride him hard. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking every inch filled the room.
Sneha’s moans grew louder, uncontrollable. Her breasts bounced wildly with every powerful thrust. She tried to steady herself, but Gowtham was merciless — hips snapping up to meet her, driving even deeper.
The phone lay completely forgotten on the bed beside them.
She knew she had lost.
This time… it really feels different, she thought, the words Suresh had teased her with earlier echoing in her mind. But she had no idea Gowtham already knew the truth — that she was investigating him.
Gowtham smirked up at her, eyes burning with dark satisfaction.
“You really thought you could play me tonight? he smirked in his mind. ” he taunted between heavy thrusts, his cock pounding into her without mercy. “Trying to unlock my phone while my dick is still inside you? How fucking adorable. he thought”
He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her chest against his. In this new position, he fucked her even harder, his mouth latching onto her bouncing breast, sucking and biting her nipple while he drove up into her.
Sneha cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her body surrendered completely — shamelessly riding him, hips moving on their own now.
For the next thirty minutes, Gowtham fucked her senseless in cowgirl — changing angles, slowing down to edge her, then slamming her down hard again. He made her moan his name, made her admit how much she loved his cock, made her forget every plan she had come with.
By the end, Sneha collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted, trembling, and utterly surrendered. Her face buried in his neck, breathing ragged, body limp and covered in sweat.
Gowtham stroked her back possessively, a dark, victorious smile on his lips.
He knew everything now.
And the game had only just begun.
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