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It was 4 in the morning, Rudrakansh was still lodged inside Isha, pushing back and forth in a relentless tempo. His hard, muscular body was continuously grinding against her soft, delicate frame. He had fucked her through the night, worked her pussy, and bombarded her breakable body with earth-shattering orgasms.
She was shaking in his arms now. He hadn't let her sleep a wink. All night his giant cock was sliding in and out of her in different positions, at different speeds.
Her reddened cheeks, glassy eyes, the small dents of his teeth on her soft lips were fueling his desire. He wanted to stop but couldn't.
The sheet beneath them was soaked with their mixed juices. Lying under him, covered in his hickeys, she was breathing faintly through her slightly parted parched lips which were in striking contrast to her overworked, overflowing lips down below. The obscene squelching sound of their mating was echoing in the room along with their loud gasps and sighs.
His lips ghosted over hers but didn't seal them as he wanted to hear her moan, her screams, and most of all, his name on her lips. Countless times, he had made her cum, made her call his name.
He loved hearing his name in her lust-filled voice.
He wanted to hear it again, so he increased his speed, making her suck a deep breath. She clamped down onto his length and started trembling violently. A few more thrusts and she came undone. Tightening her hold around his neck, she moaned out his name. He drilled into her tirelessly as she moaned his name over and over again. Her soft flesh had become oversensitive by being fucked constantly all night. Now even a slightest touch rendered her trembling. Her release was followed by many tiny orgasms.
"Say again," he breathed hoarsely in her ear.
"Rudra," she croaked and felt his cock twitch inside her. A thick crest of his cum was formed over her inner thigh. She was all covered in his cum.
He gently wiped the thin layer of sweat shimmering over her forehead and brushed her sticky tendrils away from her face.
"I love you," he gently pressed his lips onto her forehead and whispered. Her lips curved into a sweet calm smile.
He drew back and looked into her exhausted eyes. He was still on top of her, inside her, admiring the beauty of the girl underneath him.
His girl.
Her heart fluttered, finding so much adoration in his eyes for her. He was looking at her as if she was some goddess. His goddess and he was going to worship her every night, every chance he would get.
If only she knew how crazy he was for her. He was a fanatic and she was his religion.
He was deeply, irrevocably, obsessively in love with her.
He lightly pecked the tip of her nose.
"So beautiful," he whispered between panting before pressing his lips onto hers. He kissed her softly, gently moving his lips against hers. The saliva dripped down from the corner of her lips as he fondly massaged her mouth with his tongue.
