Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Warning: Mature scene

"Ah!"

Adah let out her loudest moan, and that only made me harder.

"Aryan."

I pounce on her arch neck while moving in and out of her. Biting her shoulder, I licked and sucked it. Her hands rested in my hair as if they always belonged there.

When I returned from the hotel and saw Adah in a sheer black lace saree, I couldn't stop myself. It has been two days since I was devouring my wife as if I was fucking her for the first time. Every time she comes over my cock, I find myself hungrier and hornier. Every morning I forced myself to detangle from my sleeping and exhausted wife. She was thoroughly wasted and slept with my cum between her legs, and I woke up to the view for the past two days. If not for fear of over-exerting her, I would have tasted her first thing in the morning.

Something snapped inside me, seeing her fair complexion in contrast to her black saree or hands with henna. I smashed my lips over hers and pulled her onto the couch. Ripping her blouse, I tasted her tits. She yelped at the abrupt action but obediently straddled me.

Sliding the saree up to her waist, I tore her panty and entered her in one thrust. Her body jerked with the intrusion, and she gasped, tilting her head. My monster hollered as soon as my rock was covered in her warmth. Her soft muscles clenched and soon started easing each time I slid into her.

"Aryan!"

She shrieked, taken off guard by my pace. Holding onto her hips, I shove into her while her bangles rattled with her body bobbing. She cried out when I bit her hardened nipple, and she cupped my face, parting her lips and closing her eyes.

"Fuck Adah!"

I couldn't understand the madness I had for her. I thought if I claimed her, my thirst for her would soon decline, but the more I took her, the more I craved her. That small body of hers would exhaust in two rounds, yet, instead of turning me off, it only wants me to take her even if she is unconscious.

Holding my head between her palms, Adah kept riding me, with her incessant moan bouncing off the walls of the room. I have always fantasized fucking her in a saree with her bangles, creating a musical with the rhythm of me pounding her. However, the reality was maddening. If I knew the pleasure would increase tenfold, I would have taken her every morning and night with her riding me in her saree.

Moving to her other tit, I licked her nipple, and I swear they were sweeter than any exotic fruit.

"Aryan," she whined softly when I bit her nipple.

I couldn't stop the chuckle and lick it to ease the pain. She licked her lips and stared at me with hooded eyes. I mouth her breast without breaking the stare.

"Ummm." she bit the corner of her lips, and I fucking froze at the sight of my temptress.

She cradles my face while I fuck the life out of her tit and spread her ass to enter deeper into her. Leaning into me, she fists the back of my head with one hand and uses the other one to rub my jaw.

"Ride me, Adah," I ordered, leaving her tit, and she didn't resist.

Hovering over my face, she placed her palms over my shoulder and moved up and down my cock. Her body trembled when I hit her deep in that position. Grinding over me, she resumed riding, and when she fists my shirt, I knew she was reaching her high. Pinching her nipples together, I gave her the boost, and soon she came all over my cock.

As soon as she came down from her high, like every time, she started putting distance between us, which drove me fucking mad. When she started gathering her saree and covering her chest, I bucked my hip to remind her I was still inside her. She looked at me in uncertainty.