To hide one lie, thousands of lies are needed.
Jhanish Mehrotra
He is a grumpy, moody billionaire who doesn't like people around him, he can't feel emotions or maybe he don't want to feel.
For him his work and his company is his priority.
But wh...
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Virgin. Innocent. Mine. Mine. Mine.
The last word roars inside of my mind, as I carried her through the corner of the terrace, walking inside the tent. I lay her down on the mattress. I stare down at her, my heart racing wildly and my blood thundering. I'm hard. And I need her so badly. I would do literally anything she told me to right now. Anything.
"I-I'm nervous," she admits on a whisper.
I lean down so our lips are almost touching. "Breath, sweetheart. You are in control of what happens tonight." I cups her neck, running my thumb along her cheekbone. "Repeat it back."
"I'm in control." She takes a deep breath, well aware that I'm the one actually in control right now.
I wouldn't push past anything she didn't want to do. Even if that meant going to sleep with aching rock hard cock. "I'm going to taste you everywhere. First, so how about we get you naked."
Fuck, I didn't know where to start. She was beautiful, like an angel. I felt like I was defiling her with just my dirty thoughts. Just thinking about taking her virginity has had me on edge for a long time. Her eyes lifted to mine and her desire was plain to see, even if fear still lurked there in her gaze. I would never hurt her. There's still uncertainity in her eyes.
"What is it, sweetheart?" I asked softly.
She lickes her lips nervously. "I...I've..."
I nod my head. "Tell me baby."
"I've s-stretch marks on m-my lower stomach, hips and t-thighs." She closed her eyes. "Y-you won't l-like it, it's looks b-bad."
She doesn't realize how fucking beautiful she is. She doesn't realize how men always ogle her wherever she goes. And how I'd this urge to kill every fucker who dared to look at my wife.
"Baby, do you know how I controlled myself around you until now. You've this big and lucious tits, perfect fit for my palms. Sexiest ass, I want to spank. Whenever you walk around me, I want nothing more than to grab your hips, spread you thick thighs and pound into your tight cunt. I'm fucking obsessed with you, and your sexy body. Even though I haven't seen your very sexy curves." I grips her thighs, pulling them even closer, my hips grind into her. "You are a dream come true, you know that, sweetheart?"
Maya inhales a shakey breath. Now, it was time to show her how fucking beautiful she is and how much I wanted her. I shrugged my shirt off, my body overheating. I let Maya take her fill, I heard her startled breath, I know she's obsessed with my broad chest. Her eyes on the tattoo I had on my chest. On my heart. Maya. She's all I want. My everything.
Fuck, my cock painfully presses against my zipper at just the thought of tasting her. "This is your last chance to tell me no, sweetheart." I warns. "Tell me to stop, and we'll go back to bed like nothing happened." She licks her lips, and my dark eyes track the movement. "I want you, Jhanish." She whispered. I close my eyes, savoring her words.
