Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 65 ~Gulaab Jamun~ A Sweet Syrup

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"If you say something I don't like." He said, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with a dark threat, "or something I don't believe in, I'll stop sucking you."

His lips brushed hers as he spoke, his breath hot and teasing, his face close enough that she could see the intensity in his eyes, the faint crease on his brow.

"I'll leave you dry, cold, wet and burning all at once."

His voice growled, his face unbreaking, his jaw tight as he leaned closer, his gaze stabbing hers with a warning that shivered her spine.

Dhara's eyes widened in shock as Samar's words hit her like a slap. Her lips trembled, and her face twisted with hurt. The warmth in her cheeks turned cold, and tears quickly filled her eyes.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, like someone had squeezed her heart too hard.

Once again, he had stopped her from saying "I love you." Every time she tried to tell him her true feelings, he shut her down.

It hurt more this time because she was so close to saying it, and he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

She stared at him, her brows pulled together in pain, her lower lip shaking. A few tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt small and rejected.

Her body was still shaking from the pleasure he had given her, but now everything felt wrong.

She looked down at herself-her jeans pulled down upto down with her panty till her thigh, her lower body exposed, wet and soaked from his mouth and her own cum.

She was burning with need, high on the feeling he had built in her, but at the same time dry and empty inside because he had stopped everything. She felt messy, half-naked, and ashamed of how desperate she looked.

She once again stared down at her slutty mess of a body. Jeans and panties crammed down around her thighs, her tight virgin pussy spread wide open, lips fat and swollen, glistening with his sloppy spit and the thick, creamy load of girl-cum he had sucked right out of her hungry little hole.

Her clit was rock-hard and throbbing like a fucking drum, every pulse shooting raw electricity up her spine.

The cool air hit her drenched, puffy folds and made her whole cunt twitch and spasm, while that deep, empty ache in her untouched fuckhole had her clenching over and over on absolutely nothing, dripping even more sticky juices down her crack and soaking her asshole.

Her thighs were shaking bad, coated in slick mess, and she could still feel the rough scrape of his tongue lapping her up, hear the nasty wet smacking and slurping sounds he'd made while burying his face in her pussy. Every time she shifted, her sticky lips peeled apart with a filthy little squelch that made her face burn hotter. Her own heavy, musky pussy smell hung thick in the air, turning her on and embarrassing her at the same time.

She was still wrecked from how he he'd eaten her out, tongue-fucking her entrance, sucking her clit hard until she screamed and squirted all over his mouth like a dirty little virgin whore.

Now her raw, oversensitive cunt felt like it was on fire, begging for more abuse.

She looked like a complete desperate slut, half-naked, legs splayed, pussy gaping and drooling, pathetic whimpers spilling from her lips as she silently begged him to shove his face back between her thighs and tongue-fuck her swollen clit until she came again like the needy little bitch she was.

Samar's face was cold and hard. His eyes were dark and angry, his jaw tight, lips pressed into a thin line. He looked stern, like a king giving an order that no one could question.