Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 31 | Anuj

She gracefully exits the bed, and the inner rebel in me fights the temptation to toss the begging aside. Tasting her climax on my lips, feeling her pulse against my tongue—those desires surge within me, yet my pride holds me firm.

When I declared she'd have to beg, it wasn't a bluff. I settle on the edge of the bed instead of diving into the indulgence. My eyes dart to the open space between the TV console and the bed.

"Head over there and get on your knees."

She eyes the space with caution, fingers instinctively trailing towards her pussy, navigating through the wetness I've stirred.

I click my tongue, gliding my hand down my shaft. "Not so fast. Hands off yourself for now."

I anticipate a protest, but she surprises me by complying. Like a well-behaved girl, she moves to the designated space, gracefully dropping to her knees. Her eyes widen, fixed on me with curiosity.

"That's the way," I compliment, stroking myself. Every fantasy I've ever spun about this woman pales in comparison to the reality unfolding.

Anupama sits back, her flawless bare form resting on her heels. "What's next on your agenda?"

I recline, one arm supporting my weight on the comforter, while the other continues the rhythmic stroking of my cock. I'm not known for my patience, but for a sight like this, I'd play the waiting game forever.

Her fingers trail over her bare skin, teasing her pink, hardened nipple.

"Thighs, sweetheart," I command. The frustrated groan that escapes her lips only stirs my desire to draw this out, to make her pay for denying me for so long.

"Let's hear an apology," I say.

"What for?" she questions, wiggling in an attempt to create some friction.

"For keeping us waiting this damn long when we both knew this moment was inevitable."

"And what moment is that?"

"Us getting fucked, Anupama. I extended the invitation when you first joined me in New York. I was ready to fulfill every fantasy, every desire you had, and you turned me down."

I rise and approach her, unable to resist the urge to touch her. Now that she's allowed me, confirming who she belongs to, I can't hold back. I circle her, one hand still stroking my arousal as if time is on my side.

"I'm used to getting what I want, whenever I want it. Instead of letting me make your world shake, you made me wait. You denied me. What's worse, you blamed it on my little brother, who never deserved you. Apologize. Tell me how sorry you are for denying both of us, and then maybe you'll earn my cock."

I gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she leans into my touch, brushing her cheek against my skin.

"I'm sorry," she concedes.

I run my finger over her lower lip, pulling it down. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for making you wait," she admits. Her body shivers as I press my thumb into her mouth. She wraps her lips around my digit, letting me explore deeply. I sigh in approval, withdrawing my thumb and brushing it over her chin.