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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I jerked up in my sleep when I felt a mouth attacking my left ni*ple over Jay's shirt which I was wearing, I intertwined my fingers in Jay's hair as I moaned. He let my breast go only to remove his shirt off me roughly. I was only in my panties when he started pinching my left ni*ple while taking right in his mouth. My ni*ples were as hard as gumdrops and were begging him to not stop.
He parted my legs and reached down to my panties and slid them down with ease. He ran his finger in my now dripping pu*sy straddling me in a swift move, his knees on either side of my parted legs.
And without a warning, he penetrate, and slid his entire length inside me, I moaned with surprise mixed with pleasure. my hands move down to remove the only piece of cloth, his shirt, I opened the buttons in hurry, hurry to touch him, hurry to be done with this so he can move inside me, Once I was done removing the shirt I motioned him to lean over, I captured his lips in a hungry kiss while my hands roamed all over his back.
He started thrusting into me harder and harder while holding in the kiss, our tongues swirled with each other, With the combination of hard pounding and the kiss I lost my mind in pleasure, I broke the kiss and my silence, "Yes... Yes... Jayyy." He mercilessly pounded into me and I moaned. He pinched my nipples and I gasped. He moaned with pleasure and I suffocated with an overwhelming hunger for him. The rhythm was hard, and savage, but not sloppy. My back pushed off the mattress, to meet with his thrusts, to match his rhythm.
The pounding kept on for minutes or hours, who knows. I tightened up while my toes curled and I screamed hard while coming.
Without giving me time to recover from orgasm, he flipped me onto my knees, spreading my legs he started thrusting from behind. I grabbed a pillow for support, he quickened his pace and while playing with my nipple with one hand and rubbing my spine with the other.
He pushed in and out, fast and hard, I was near my second orgasm. "Aarna." He grunts. I felt his breathing quicken and he let out a long wordless growl as he came.
With a long sigh, we both collapsed on the bed, panting while out of breath. He got up without saying a word, turned on the night lamp, and came back with a wet towel. He wiped the valley of my breasts before sliding to my clammy core.
"I didnt want to break your sleep but I needed you." He spoke an actual sentence.
And no, this was not about physical need.
I smiled at him and kissed him gently, my way of telling him that he can wake me up anytime he needs physically or emotionally. He looked confused when I draw back. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yeh, Just tired.” It’s a lie but also not. In my post-orgasmic bliss, I wanted to tell him about my meeting with his birth mother, and about Ria. It took lots of strength to not do it because it's not only Jayraj who is involved but also my Riya. I have to trade here carefully. First I will go to the root of this matter because neither I want to give him false hope nor do I want to serve him more tension than he already has.
