Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 32 | Anupama

If I didn't catch the fire in his eyes, I might've thought he was just messing around. Never in my life have I had to plead like this for someone to fuck me, let alone crawl to them to prove how desperately I need them. But Anuj isn't like anyone else. He knows it, and he wants to make damn sure I know it. It's my punishment for ever daring to deny the connection between us.

I should probably dig into why it turns me on so fucking much. If any other man told me to crawl to them, I'd tell them to go to hell and demand they crawl to me. 

Any man but Anuj.

For Anuj, I lean forward, my palms sinking into the scratchy shag carpet. My knees have already been rubbed raw from getting on them to beg, or maybe it was from the way they slid across the carpet as I chased my own release. Either fucking way, I'd gladly crawl across the room towards him if I knew what the end game was.

His hand glides up and down his thick length, his thumb teasing the tip before he repeats the tantalizing motion. I've never been one to particularly enjoy giving a blowjob, but I'm eagerly anticipating the idea of wrapping my mouth around him, even though I'm terrified of how I'll manage to take him in with his impressive thickness and length.

"Crawl to me, Anupama."

I comply with his command, sensually closing the distance between us.

"You're so fucking sexy," he mutters, gazing at me like I'm the most irresistible thing he's ever seen.

I'd be embarrassed doing this with anyone else, but it's an entirely different scenario with him. Even on my knees crawling to him, I feel sexier than ever before. I come to a stop between his spread legs. My hands boldly reach up and run over his hard thighs. There's so much muscle; I could take my time studying every single one, committing them to memory so I could go back and draw them with an insatiable precision.

"Only with you, I'd find myself surrendering like that,"  I confess, trailing my hands leisurely up his legs. The unforgiving floor digs into my knees, but the discomfort is a mere whisper. Even after reaching the peak, I crave it again, this time with his hands exploring me. It doesn't matter which part of him is in charge; as long as it's him, I'm ready.

He seizes a handful of my hair, tugging on it to pull me closer. My knees hover above the ground for a moment as he draws my face intimately near. "You've earned that damn right." His fingers gently soothe the sore spots in my hair. "And don't you ever dare forget it."

His words fuel a relentless ache between my thighs, but it's the primal hunger in his eyes that transforms my clit into a throbbing demand. The possessive gaze promises a cataclysm if I were ever to entertain the idea of submitting to another man. In this moment, my desires are exclusively reserved for the one before me.

I lock eyes with him, caught off guard by the unexpected intensity. What I anticipated as a heated rendezvous, a release of pent-up tension, is eclipsed by the blazing fire in his eyes and the raw desire mirrored in mine. It's evident that this won't be a fleeting encounter. The mere contemplation of the unexplored and explicit possibilities sends a shiver of voracious anticipation through my cunt.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple dancing down his throat. His fingers caress the side of my face, the usual sharpness in his features giving way to a softer look, though desire still burns in his eyes. "If it gets too intense, just say the word, Violet."