Be Mine

36. She Confessed 🎉

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A D I T Y A

“Maybe I should go to my fictional Ekaksh. At least he’d make sure I cum hard,” she whispered provocatively, her voice dripping with challenge and seduction.

A surge of anger mixed with a primal intensity surged through me. I grasped her throat, my grip firm but deliberate, enough to make her gasp but not enough to hurt. My fingers trailed down inside her t-shirt, exploring the smooth expanse of her waist.

“You want to cum, huh?” I murmured into her ear, my voice a low, commanding growl. I felt her shiver under my touch, her body reacting instinctively to my words. “Are you that desperate? Say the word, and I’m here, ready to give you everything you crave.” I nipped at her earlobe, my breath hot against her skin, and her body arched slightly towards me.

My hand roamed upwards, brushing against her breast. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing grew erratic. Her nipples, hard and pressing against the thin fabric of her top, grazed my palm, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core. I pressed myself against her, my body pinning her to the mattress, intensifying the friction between us.

“Ahhh…” she moaned, her voice a mix of need and frustration. “Do it again… please.”

I thrust against her, feeling her body respond eagerly to mine. The friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. “Umm… ahhhh…” she gasped, her hands clutching at my back, pulling me closer as if trying to merge our bodies into one.

Her body trembled beneath mine, her head thrown back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed my lips to her neck, kissing, sucking, feeling her pulse race beneath my mouth as my hands roamed over her body, claiming every inch of her skin with a mixture of tenderness and dominance.

“I’ll make you forget every fictional character,” I promised, my voice rough with desire. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

“Stop talking,” she said, slapping my shoulder playfully. She tried to kiss me, but I pulled away. It was part of her punishment.

“Last time I was gentle with you,” I said, my eyes locking with hers, “but this time, I’ll be anything but gentle.” I moved down and tore her black thong with deliberate force. It was a sexy piece she wore deliberately, knowing full well what was coming.

“The way you tear it, make sure you fill one wardrobe with my clothes,” she said, removing her t-shirt seductively, making her breasts jiggle with every movement. For a moment, I was captivated by her body, momentarily forgetting the punishment and focusing on the sight of her.

Regaining my focus, I began a trail of hungry kisses from her forehead to her nose, deliberately skipping her lips when she whined. I was determined to maintain control, kissing her neck and leaving hickeys that would mark her, ensuring she would remember this moment when I was away. I continued down her shoulder and cleavage, deliberately avoiding direct contact with her breasts. I meant what I said about punishment, and I was committed to making her understand not to think of fictional men.

As I kissed her cleavage, I bit her tattoo, eliciting a moan from her that was both pleasure and frustration.

“Ahh, please don’t tease me, Adi,” she pleaded, trying to grab my face to kiss me, but I evaded her grasp and moved down between her legs. I kissed her waist and traced her deep navel, moving deliberately to increase her anticipation.