Book 1
Lord Krishna says,
there is nothing like coincidence, everything is already written in the books of fate.
Perhaps,
Atharva Roy is an intellectual, carefree and charismatic youngster who chases nothing but freedom.
Evara Acharya is responsi...
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Surprise. Bewilderment. Bliss. Satisfaction.
Lust.
I felt all of it and more. And the sole reason for all these bundled up feelings and confusion is due to one person.
An extremely beautiful, downright innocent and fatally ethereal woman.
The one who was on her knees in front of me.
The woman who had let me brutalise her mouth at my perusal.
The woman who started off with infinite confidence but soon realised the situation she had gotten herself into.
Every single fibre of her body melted under my gaze.
Her own gaze had been hesitate and insecure.
"Swallow it."
I ordered as my palm gripped on her jaw.
"Swallow it whole, Darling."
She looked at me. Her eyes widened as my thumb brushed her bottom lip swiping the remainder of my cum off her lips and pushing my thumb into her already filled mouth.
I felt her looking at me. Her eyes hazy and her thighs clenched for the fifth time. Her cheeks dusted with a deep shade of crimson.
Finally, she swallows the content in her mouth and her tongue glides over my thumb.
She lets of a breathy moan while cleaning my cum of my thumb.
Was this my first ever Blowjob? Yes... Had it blown my mind off completely? Yes... Did I want more? Heck yes...
Seeing her swallow every last drop of what I had offered her. Was such a turn on. And what was even more arousing was the sight of her still on her knees.
My thumb between her plush soft lips. Which felt even softer than usual. A firm grip on her jaw.
And her Uncertain yet Excited eyes. Which twinkled under the orangish yellow light of the sole lamp in her dark room.
Not being able to control my self any longer... I pull her up from her knees. Crashing my lips onto hers.
Aggressively.
Wanting her. Needing her.
Every taste of her. Every single thing she had to offer.
She gasps as I bite on her lower lip. Hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Her lips parted. Allowing me complete access to her mouth. I need to feel every corner. Every crevice. Every dip of her mouth.
Even though it was already imprinted in my brain.
The taste of me which still lingered in her mouth. The taste of her blood filling our kiss slowly yet surely.
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