𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

{62}•sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋs?•(18+)

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ANIRUDH

"We just started, baby..."

I watched as she gasped, her lips parting as if to protest, but no words came out. Instead, she clutched the bedsheets beneath her, her fingers twisting into the fabric. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breaths uneven.

"M-Matlab...?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty.

A slow smirk spread across my lips. I leaned in, letting my weight press against her just enough for her to feel trapped, owned. My fingers trailed over her waist before gripping it firmly, my lips hovering near her ear.

"Jaan jogye," I murmured, my voice thick with amusement and something far more dangerous.

She shuddered beneath me, and I chuckled darkly. Let the real punishment begin.

With deliberate slowness, I let my body slide down hers until I was kneeling between her legs. My hands firmly gripped her thighs, positioning them just how I wanted - slightly parted, vulnerable. She gasped aloud as I pushed against her legs, causing her to fall back onto the bed.

As she tumbled back onto the bed, I took a moment to admire her completely exposed form, the blindfold accentuating her helplessness. The sight of her glistening pussy, swollen and visibly wet, stirred a primal hunger within me.

Her pussy was a sight - bare, wet, lips puffy and inviting. The entrance pulsed slightly, as if begging to be filled. My pants grew painfully tight around my groin. my length throbbing angrily against my zipper. "Damn butterfly what makes you so fucking wet?," She remained silent, her chest heaving with each shaky breath. I leaned forward, my face inches from her dripping pussy. The musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin. Without warning, I parted her lips with my fingers, revealing her gapping entrance.

Her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more contact, a desperate plea for touch. I tsked softly, my fingers teasing her entrance without plunging in.

Tilting my head...

I eyed her with mock severity. "Speak, Meri Jaan," I demanded, my voice a low growl.

"I... I can't help it, Jaana. Your touch... your voice... they make me so... so needy," she confessed, her voice strained with humiliation and desire. Her hips lifted slightly, chasing my fingers, begging silently for more. "Please, Jaana..."

A hmm escaped me at her admission. So fucking honest, so fucking needy. I couldn't resist any longer. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Her gasp was music to my ears, her hips bucking slightly as she sought more friction."Mmm, look at you... dripping all over my hand," I murmured, watching as her wetness coated my thumb. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Your punishment turning you on?" I kept the pressure steady on her clit, refusing to slip inside despite her silent pleas.

Her moans filled the room, needy and uninhibited. "Jaana..." She whimpered, "Please..." Her hips lifted shamelessly, chasing my thumb. "I... I need you..." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, "Inside me..." She bit her lip hard.

I abruptly removed my finger, enjoying her frustrated cry of "Ahhh no Jaana!!" Her body jerked, hips still lifted even as she slammed her back against the bed.