❝𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥❞
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"I'm here, because I couldn't stand it. You being so close," he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, "yet so far. You're beautiful. You're pretty, smart and so attractive."
I hold my b...
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I lie back on the bed.
Where is Sarika again?
With her 'mystery boyfriend' as she calls him. She won't tell me who he is.
I roll on the bed, staring out the window.
That's when I hear the door to my room unlatch. I rise, startled. My heart pumls in my ear, and I see a huge shadow blocking the door.
"Don't move. Keep lying." The guy instructs.
His voice clicks into place.
Sidhant.
Scared me.
I lie back down, placing all my trust in the man I barely know. There's a thrill to it I can't explain.
"Good girl." He says softly, so softly, I feel breathless.
I hear him step towards the bed. I keep my eyes open but don't look at him.
"Angel, did you head my advice or warning, whichever you call it?"
"Next time I see you with Daksh, or any other man, you'll regret it, and so will he."
I remember how wet I was after he said that.
"I did." I tell him.
"Such a good girl. But I didn't like the way you talked to me this morning." He says.
"Stop spouting orders to me, and tell me what you want."
I remember the way he clenched his jaw after that, "I'm sorry?" I say uncertain.
"You should be. Get on all fours." He orders.
My breath hitches at the prospect of what he will do.
I comply slowly, getting on my knees and placing my palms flat on the bed.
I hear Sidhant get behind me. His hand slightly traces my leggings. From the waistband to my knee. Then, he hooks his thumb in the waistband and asks, "Can I?"
Taking permission. It sounds hot.
I hum in approval.
This is the most wanted I've felt in my life.
He pulls my leggings down along with my panties and I realise he can see my ass now.
I feel his rough hand touch my ass, gently.
And then he smacks it. I yelp, bucking forward with the force.
His hand comes down on my bare ass again, making it throb. I feel heat radiating off me.
"Such a pretty slut for me." He says, his hand comes down on my ass again and he commands, "Say it. Say you're a slut for me."
"I'm a-" I close my eyes at another smack, "slut for you!" I yell.
"You're dripping." Sidhant muses. I bite my lip, feeling my wetness dripping down my thighs.
I feel my cheeks heating at the comment.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Angel? Do you want my cock to pound into your pussy?" He asks.
I don't know how to respond, and am at a loss of words.
Smack.
"Answer me." He demands as I yelp.
"Yes. Ye-" I say, and I hear him unbuckling his belt.
I can't see him, and I try to, but his hand comes from behind, holding my throat in a tight chokehold.
My breathing becomes quicker.
I feel something touching my slit, and I know I'm about to get fucked. His hand on my throat flexes and he enters me suddenly, painfully, making me scream.
"You scream so pretty." He says.
He's too big for me.
He pulls out and slams in, suddenly, quickly, knocking the breath from my lungs.
"See how well you're taking me."
Thrust
"Your body knows who it belongs to."
Thrust
"Such a dirty girl."
Thrust
"Do you feel how wet you are?"
Thrust.
"Moan for me." He rasps, his voice heavy with desire and pleasure, "Moan my name."
He removes his hand from my neck, making me slump a little onto the bed. He fucks me from behind, hitting spots that make me see stars.
"Sid." I moan out, "Fuck."
"Keep moaning, let me hear that pretty voice." He says.
Pretty voice.
Even in my fucked state, I feel warm and fuzzy about the compliment. No one has said my voice is pretty.
I hiss, when he hits a maddening spot.
My moans grow louder, and he fucks me at an inhumane speed.
I feel an orgasm drawing closer, and closer.
"Sid I'm about to-"
He smacks my ass and says, "Come, Angel."
I explode. Euphoria engulfs me, my eyes roll back, my vision becimes static. The force of the orgasm brings tremors throughout my body. I shake, keep shaking and I hear Sidhant groaning before he comes too.
He discards the condom, which I just realise he was wearing, while I lie in complete oblivion, fog still covering my mind.
"You okay?" Sidhant asks.
I nod. He helps me get to the bathroom.
I know I will not be able to walk properly tomorrow.
After helping me shower, Sid tucks me into bed and starts to leave.
"Don't go." I murmur.
He pauses, and surprisingly agrees.
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