𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

{74}•ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ•(🌶)

ANIRUDH

"Aaahhhhh NOOOOOO!!"

Her scream echoed through the room like a damn war cry. But I didn't flinch. Not even a little.

Because I knew-I knew-this was bound to happen. I had pushed her to her limits.

I tried my best.

My fucking best to stretch this little hole... to prepare this tight, untouched place that belonged only to me. But hell-she was right.

Even after drenching her in lube... tons of it... her ass was still clenching like it was fighting for survival.

Tight as fuck.

The plug in my hand was small. Too damn small for anyone else. But not for her. For her, it felt like I was trying to shove a mountain up her tight little ass.

And still... I pressed it deeper.

One hand gripping her squirming waist, the other pushing the cold steel plug against her fluttering entrance.

"Just a little more... bas thoda sa aur, sab andar, meri little butterfly."
(Just a little more... all the way in, my little butterfly.)

She writhed under me, fists clenching the bedsheet, face buried into the mattress, voice muffled but furious.

"AAP PAGAL HO GAYE HAIN KYA?!! WOH JAAYEGA HI NAHI!!"

(ARE YOU CRAZY?! IT WON'T GO IN!!)

I chuckled-dark, amused, completely unfazed by her tantrum. My fingers massaged the flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks slowly as I leaned in, watching her little hole twitch under my touch.

"Haye... itni si cheez bhi andar nahi jaa rahi? Tch... kya karu tumhara, butterfly?"
(Tch... such a tiny thing, and it still won't go in? What do I do with you, butterfly?)

She kept babbling, her voice shaky, angry, and absolutely adorable.

"Aapke dimag mein seriously kuch toh garbar hai! Yeh koi normal cheez hai kya?! Aapko kisne bola yeh sab try karne ke liye?!"

(There's something seriously wrong with your brain! Is this even normal?! Who told you to try all this?!)

Still ignoring her protests, I squeezed her soft ass in both hands, kneading her cheeks roughly, watching the lube glisten over her skin. My thumbs slid dangerously close to her tight entrance again, circling, teasing.

"Shh... chup raho. Tum jitna chillayogi na... main utna hi andar daalunga."
(Shh... the more you scream... the deeper I'll push it in.)

"Aap besharam ho... bilkul cheap!! This is mental torture!" she shrieked, trying to pull away.

I grabbed her hips, holding her down with ease, her ass perfectly arched for me now. Her thighs trembled, her voice now a mix of curses and helpless gasps.

"Yeh plug toh bas shuruat hai," I whispered wickedly, bending down so my lips grazed her lower back, "Tumhara asli reaction toh tab aayega jab... main khud andar jaunga."

(This plug is just the beginning. Your real reaction will come when I go in myself.)

Her breath hitched.

She froze.

And I grinned like the devil I am.

She was still trembling under me, ranting and cursing like a wild kitten caught in a trap.

But I wasn't listening anymore.

I was staring-obsessed-with the sight in front of me.

Her ass, glistening with lube. Those soft, perfect cheeks spread by my hands. That tiny, virgin hole twitching, as if it knew what was coming.