ʀᴏᴏʜ: ʜɪs ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ |𝟷𝟾+ [On Hold]

𝟎𝟓| 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲🌶

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I removed his sweatpant and boxer, his cock was thick and long, and my mouth watered as I looked at the gorgeous sight. I swallowed and looked at him, and he had a grin relishing the control he had over me.

"Did my butterfly become scared? Hmm," he imitated, resting his hands behind his head and looking at me.

Asshole

He thinks I'll get terrified. Let me show him who I am.

"Nahh.... Jaan catching the Mermarising sight that was in front of me," I rasped, holding his veiny shaft and softly stroking my thumb pad against his tip.

As I softly stroke my thumb against his tip, I can see the effect I'm having on him. He shudders, a low groan escaping his lips, his eyelids rolling back as if he's lost in a wave of pleasure. It's intoxicating, watching him unravel.

His breath comes heavy, each exhale a testament to the effect I have on him. Sweat beads gather on his chiseled abs, glistening like tiny jewels under the dim light. It's a sight to behold, truly beautiful in its rawness. I take a moment to appreciate the way his body responds to me, the way he's completely at my mercy.

Looking mouthwatering.

It is indeed beautiful sight to behold.

"Look like someone is enjoying jaan," I teased, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. His eyes fluttered open, glimmering with mischief, his forehead slick with beads of sweat that caught the dim light like tiny diamonds.

In a heartbeat, he flipped me onto the bed, and suddenly, I was beneath him, staring up at his smirk. There was something thrilling about the way he took charge.

"Enough of playing; let me pleasure my lady."

He grunted, his voice low and enticing. It was a command wrapped in desire, and I felt a rush of anticipation.

Before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine. It was a fervent kiss, hungry and desperate, as if he hadn't tasted anything in ages. He held the nape of my neck firmly, anchoring me in place, as he devoured my lips like a starving man at a feast. My body responded instinctively, arching toward him, craving more of this intoxicating connection.

As our mouths danced together, he squeezed my breast, and a soft moan escaped my lips. It was a mix of surprise and pleasure, a delightful jolt that sent shivers down my spine. His tongue found its way into my mouth, exploring with a fervor that made my heart race. I could feel the heat pooling within me, my clit throbbing with a need that was becoming impossible to ignore.

He trailed wet kisses along my cheeks, down my jaw, and across my neck, each touch igniting sparks of electricity on my skin. Another moan slipped from my lips, a sound that seemed to encourage him further. He was relentless, biting my collarbone with a possessive intensity that left a mark-his mark.