Begum naraj Hain ® (Original)

S2 Chapter 14

Akram's POV

Under my arms lie a petite figure, looking at me with desperation, my lips craving for more of her lips which keeps on seducing me whenever she talks. I love her when she talks, but at the same time, I want to slam my lips on her, claiming her mine every time.

My decency flies away whenever she is near me, I only wanted to fill her as mine, my cock throbs impatiently making a dent in my clothes. It's very much difficult to make myself composed around her. Blame her, how can she look so beautiful and seductive all the time. I just want to do all the things I never thought of.

Yet at the same time, I want to worship her, with my lips, with my hands, with my body.

"Akram, it's going to be Morning soon" Her honey voice filled me, making it difficult to let her go.

I moved closer, placing myself on her, near to her ears, in her shoulders, hugging her from the top, taking her fragrance more, yet I can't be just satisfied with her fragrance, I need more, my cock seemed to get it. It's fucking hard, hitting her pelvis indecently.

"Akram~" Her voice barely made it. She must have known it. "Blame yourself, this is what I always get whenever you say anything from that indecent mouth" My cock so hard, that it's taking my every fucking moral not to take her at one go.

She sucked her breath, she must have realized that there is no out. Even her every move gives an electric effect to my cock which might get blue balls if I restrained any longer. It's been 3 fucking years or more since I used this organ. I may have forgotten that this ever existed, if it's not her, I could feel nothing. Then it's her, I feel every Fucking feeling, every sense, she is my morphine making me high all the time, making it a sweet dream under her luscious gaze.

I lifted myself up with hardened cock hanging. She looked at me with what called shame, her gaze at once looked at me. She must have caught it that her husband can't hold himself back.

A small voice left her lips, "Akram~"
This name never felt this fucking good ever, she adds a new meaning to every word I ever learnt till now.

"Look what you have made me, it's the power you hold over me, Begum" She looked all innocent, like I am the lust God, A pervert what they say.

The more I look at her, the more tightened my cock felt over my clothes. She knows it, but still acts all innocent.

I slowly freed my pants, my cock popped up all hard, she looked all shocked. "Still amazed by my size!, forgot? That this size filled your womb once and resulted into A life".

She blushed harder, crimson painted her cheeks, neck and ears. That's it!, I sat over her, never breaking the gaze, she looks all mortified about what I will do.
Fret not Begum, I would never take you without your permission.

I hold my throbbing cock, fwapped looking at her. She gasped at my indecent behavior in front of her eyes. The more she gasped, the harder I stroke myself, it took few minutes until I came all over her clothes.

She didn't move since time. Her, covered with my orgasm felt so beautiful that it may send another signal to my indecent cock. I cleaned her, saying sorry every time I cleaned her of my cum.

She just looked at me, with a strange expression, I don't know what it is. When I finally cleaned her, she looked at my cock. That sent an immediate signal and its hard again. She gasped.

I think I might have caught some disease, disease of her. I hurriedly tied my pants. Her gaze never leaving my cock.

"Stop looking  at that, " She flinched, shame took over her, crimson painted her. "Sorry" She said still eyeing me and peeking when she thought that I wasn't looking.

"I respect your decision, but if you behave like this, I might do something to you, so please"

"Oh, Ok,.... I guess it's morning already, I have to freshen up" She said and hurriedly left the room blushing.

I facepalmed myself, still regretting my last action, oh god, what did I become ? I just displayed my indecent behavior in front of her, it's so Fuckin' embarrassing.

I squirmed across the bed, dieing of all the embarrassment. The bedsheets smelled like her. How would I look at her today? This is embarrassing.

After I freshened, I walked out of the bedroom, found Ishaan running  all over the house, disturbing Kadira, hopping around her saying that he would help her. I chuckled at this homely scene. It's my family, my fuckin family.

Sahir entered the room. Frown took over me. Although he says that Kadira is like a responsibility, I still doubt him. He spent time with her, under the same roof. I don't trust him. Does he know her secret? No, she said that I am the only person who knows this. But still, he is a fuckin' man.

I entered the small kitchen. Kadira who was immersed in stirring the curry, at once saw me. Crimson painted her while embarrassment took over me. I couldn't look at her with same again.

Ishaan hopped behind me. Breaking the awkward environment, thank god, I have him, I slowly left the room with him in my arms.

He giggled. Looking at him, reminds me of Kadira's smile. He got her smile while others are from me. I tickled him. He laughed arching his head over and over.

I held him high, swirling in the air. I missed all his toddler time, but I wouldn't miss his upcoming days. The air filled with our laughter.

We ran across the lawn, me chasing him. He was making different faces. I did the same. I caught him, swirled him again. All he did was giggle. His cute smile radiating my heart.

Kadira's voice came out from inside, that breakfast is ready. We stopped running when she yelled at us, coming outside with belan.

We pretended to be scared at once, but soon the three of us burst into laughter.

During the breakfast, Ishaan jolly way of eating made me shook my head in adoration. Kadira served dishes whenever the bowls of ours seemed empty. Sahir, still I don't like him. He must have felt my intense gaze on him. He coughed during it.

After the breakfast was over, I sit on the gaddi (lemme remind you there wasn't couch that time, it was called gaddi, thank me later). Looking at Kadira doing the dishes, while Ishaan running across the lawn again. He said he want to make me a flower wreath, so he said me to sit here.

It all felt like a dream again. A sweet dream.