The Beats Of My Heart | Meri Dil Ki Dhadkan

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I don't know how many more times Arnav is going to make me bite down on this hoodie, nor do I have any idea how many times I already have! My body began to rise once more and I quickly chomped down on the sleeve, muffling my screams while Arnav's tongue continued to lap over my femininity, one hand hidden beneath the hoodie, fondling my breast.

"You're so greedy for me wife," Arnav murmured over me. "Your cunt just wants me more and more each time," and I could feel him smirking against me.

I could just feel my libido sway to and fro, excited for more and more - clearly she's gotten very spoiled.

His tongue slowly moved over me, ready to drive me even more insane! He brought his hand out from beneath the hoodie and brought it up to my lips. I instantly took his fingers in my mouth, sucking on them and trying to match the amount of pressure he was using on me with his tongue.

I glanced down at him to see him looking at me, his intentions clear. So I released his fingers with a small pop, and Arnav brought them down and entered them within me. I had to bite down on the sleeve of his hoodie once more, muffling my cries as his fingers penetrated me, his tongue continuing to work over my clitoris.

"Arnav," I whimpered behind the sleeve.

My other hand tugged on his hair, and Arnav removed his tongue off of me and moved up, kissing my body over the sweater as he did. He laid beside me, his fingers continuing their torture as they slowly thrust within me.

Blinking my eyes open, I gazed up at Arnav. He was resting his head on his other hand, watching me intently as his other hand continued its torture. I reached out and gripped onto Arnav's t-shirt, my other hand remaining over my mouth in case it was necessary to silence myself.

Arnav leaned over and nuzzled me below my ear. "Tell me how good it feels, baby," he murmured.

I could only moan in response, feeling his fingers continue to penetrate me.

"What was that? I didn't quite understand," and he curved his fingers.

I turned into Arnav and chomped down on the sleeve, silencing my cries. A small chuckle escaped from his throat and I gazed up at him through my lashes.

"It really sucks that we're not home; I would have loved to hear my wife cry out in pleasure."

I moaned into him, arching my back. Gosh, I wanted more, I needed him, I wanted him!

"Arnav," I cried out softly.

"How badly do you want me baby?"

"Badly," I mewled.

"How badly?"

"Very badly! Please fuck me Arnav, I want your thick cock buried deep within my pussy."

I don't know who was more shocked - me, who was blown by how hormonal I was, or my husband, who hardly ever heard such naughtiness from my mouth. Whatever the case, the shock didn't get to last long, and Arnav moved back between my legs, removing his sweats and briefs, and he removed his fingers and buried himself deep within me. I buried my face in his neck, moaning into him. A small grunt escaped from his throat, as he buried his face within my neck.

"Don't shower after this," and he pounded within me harsh and quick.

My legs wrapped around him tightly, as well as my arms. My face remained buried in his neck, trying to stop my cries from being so loud as Arnav slammed his cock within my cunt, his balls slapping against me.

Oh gosh, I hope that's not too loud for anyone to hear, please don't be the case!

"Fuck," Arnav growled into my neck, and he nipped at my flesh.