Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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"I'm waiting for it. So instead of using your mouth to speak, use it to worship me. After all, I am your goddess, right?" she said, smirking. In an instant, I thrust my finger inside her, and she bounced on my lap, moaning.
"What happened, tigress? Feeling so good? Was your sweet little cunt aching for my fingers?" I asked, my voice dangerously raspy.
"You know your panties are soaking wet," I said, smirking and feeling her clench around my fingers, each moan and gasp intensifying my arousal.
"Jaan, ahhhh," she moaned, and I thrust another finger inside her, making her bounce on my lap, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
I removed my fingers from her pussy, and she looked at me, disappointed and furious.
"What the fuck was that?" she asked, her voice hoarse with desire and irritation. I could see how close she was to the edge.
"You rolled your eyes, and I didn't like it," I said nonchalantly, smirking, knowing I was pushing her limits.
"Fuck you," she spat, trying to leave my lap, but I gripped her inner thighs firmly.
"It's going to be the other way around, tigress. I'm the one who's going to fuck your tight little cunt, and I know how it's aching for me," I said, smirking while she glared at me.
"Use your cock instead of your smart mouth. Let's see which works more efficiently," she said with a grin, and I narrowed my eyes.
I adjusted my seat, causing her back to arch. She gasped at the sudden movement, her eyes widening in shock.
"Rest assured, tigress, from now on your cunt will ache for my cock instead of fingers and tongue," I said smugly, gripping her milky thighs through her sexy red saree and pulling her closer.
One hand on her waist, the other ventured inside her saree, cupping her wet pussy through her panties. I cupped it a little harder, and she held my shoulder, gasping, her eyes closed in pleasure, her body shivering yet begging for more.
I started removing her saree, undoing each pleat slowly and deliberately, aware of her desperation for my touch. Her chest heaved, her heartbeat erratic, her breaths ragged.
"Look at this body; it's a temple that deserves to be worshipped, and I'm going to do it," I growled, my voice thick and husky with pleasure. My cock throbbed for the contact of her cunt. One hand massaged her wet pussy while the other undid her saree. My eyes devoured every inch of her body.
She was a complete mess, yet still the most exquisite work of art to me.
I undid the saree, leaving her in her shapewear and blouse. She looked utterly ravishing. I couldn't take my eyes off this enchanting beauty before me. I gazed at her with desire, silently asking her permission to remove her shapewear, and she nodded.
