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Warning: Slightly spicy chapter ahead!
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She swallowed hard, her lips trembling in anticipation, and she dared not stop him. He lowered his thigh to leave enough gap for her frilled skirt to move and gathered it over her waist, leaving her naked thighs and calves to hang across his rigid bundle of muscle.
As he made her settle back, she closed her eyes, understanding his implication.
It was then, at that precise moment, that she heard him laugh. "Ah, yes, you are soaking wet for me already..." He rubbed his thigh slowly over her core, eliciting a moan from her. "You are fucking enjoying this, baby!"
It wasn't a question. She knew that he knew... He fucking had a good knowledge now that she was expecting him to be a beast and nothing less.
Look at you, losing your dignity for sex!
The tiny wisps of hair on his thigh were burning the soft skin of her inner thighs as he kept rocking her on it but she didn't care much. She was too focused on getting a release, as shameless as it sounded, she already was too close to reaching a climax.
Wait, climax!?
Devika, is this for real!? What happened to your complex methodologies for an orgasm?
Oh, absolutely, it was a reality for her that despite having slept with a fair number of men, most of them had never brought her to completion. She'd often have to 'complete' herself after tending to their needs. It was tiring for her to teach men about female anatomy while she lay horny and desperate in bed, so she usually preferred to cut the crap and finish it herself rather than going all professor mode.
She was aware that many women didn't orgasm during sex with partners and mostly achieved it through solo adventures. For her, self-service didn't quite clip it unless she had a live demonstration nearby, hence the charm of casual flings.
But, with this man, it was different. It was so fucking different that she closed her eyes and moaned loudly, cursing for being so hot and bothered when his hand cupped her sex. Leaning back onto his chest, she placed her head over his shoulder and panted, "Please... Please, Chandrakant..."
The vibration of his low chuckle rumbled through his chest, causing her to feel every inch of his mockery, "What, what, Devika Ji?" and he kept teasing her, his fingers lightly tracing her already wet crotch.
She wanted to cry in frustration. None of this would have happened if she had stuck to her attitude of 'let him rot, who cares' and just slept off peacefully. No, she had to be a loon, she had to be the modern-day Mother Teresa, seeking him out to offer comfort. What a fucking moron!?
And now, here she was, grinding herself over a bunch of thick muscles while he teased and controlled her like a fucking dictator of her body. Bloody Hitler!
"Devika Ji, do you want my fingers to fuck you?"
Sobbing, she turned her face near his neck and inhaled the musk on him, her lips parted in delight. Everything about this man was addictive, what the hell was wrong with her to run away from him for so long!? Oh, yes, the commitment. He wanted love and it was a very dangerous word... an extremely dangerous emotion.
Then, why was he torturing... or pleasuring her now?
Just when her brain started to work a bit, she felt his thumb creeping inside her already-soaked undies and rubbing her clit. Every common sense flew out of her skull as she arched her back. "Kant, I need you!"
It was near the zenith of her bliss, one tiny pressure and she would reach her heaven.
Ah, just one finger of his could drive so much pleasure!
"Oh, yeah baby, that's what I exactly thought!"
And he stopped abruptly, hurling her down on the shore, just as a wave decided to join the party and douse her. Coughing up saltwater, she thrashed about in the sand, feeling like she'd just been through a washing machine filled with sodium chloride and beach grit. Wheezing, she dragged herself out of the water, only to find him standing there, looking as relaxed as if he were lounging on a beach chair, arms casually folded, face a perfect blank.
"What the fuck!?" She screamed at him.
He grinned, swiping off her juices from his thigh, "Be a big girl and forget we ever thought to fuck." echoing her previous words, he pivoted and strolled back toward the resort.
This fucktard!
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A/N
That was so mean of Chandrakant!
Also, I don't remember if I have added "Tu Zaroori" in 'Not A Simple Engineer!" but well, it just matches the theme of the chapter, so here I have it again ;)
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