To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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The sounds of the bedroom door opening and the familiar scent of Jayraj made me close Netflix, I stretched but didn't turn as I was watching a web series on my laptop lying on my belly with my elbows pressed on the bed.
Jayraj took the seat at the end of the bed, and a minute later, his hand drifted across my bare legs. I turned on my back with a sensation by one single touch. "Are you waiting to be f*cked?" He asked while playing with the hem of the White shirt of his which I was wearing.
I smiled inwardly at his good mood and wondered what had set it off in the morning.
"Come now, get naked." He pulled me up to sit in front of him.
I jabbed at his shoulders and he yanked me into his lap, laughing. After loosening his tie and removing his coat, I ran my hand over his forehead to his nose and his lips. As He rubbed seductive circles on my back.
He nibbed my finger and in return I nibbled him on the jaw with my teeth.
He growled.
"If rough is the way you want to move tonight then I can do that, happily."
"No, I want to call Mumma, hasn't informed her of the visit." He opened the second button of my shirt as the first was already opened. And started to give butterfly kisses on my neck. I tilted my neck. "Jay?"
"Hmm..." He murmured without taking his attention from my neck, He bite the sensitive area and later sucked it gently to lessen the pain.
"Sto-op." I put my hands on his chest to make space between us.
And before he can start his duty of giving me orgasms(That's what he says) I grabbed my phone and dialed mom.
"Hello, Mumma."
"Hey yourself. You do know you have a mother and father back at home."
Before Mrs. Patel throws more of her wrath at me, I need to do some buttering.
"That's why I called, my mithho(sweet) Ma."
"Yeh, whatever."
Jayraj stroked a hand over my br*asts. I turned my head toward him to try to warn him off. but he continued anyway.
A moment later my effort to stop him was useless. "You can not say whatever to your daughter, Mumma." He stroked my thighs soothingly while continuing to pay attention to my br*asts.
I narrowed my eyes at him and at the same time leaned towards him.
Well, I was liking it, I love whatever he does to my body, man!
"I am not talking to you." Oh, you Mom! Stop acting. I know you want to talk.
Jayraj pinched my left n*pple, causing it to jolt me. My entire body tightened, so quickly that I was not able to respond to mom. "Aaru? You there?"
