A Lasso of Lust or Marriage

His tongue trailed my jaw while his hand gripped my waist. I squirmed in his gaze. My heartbeat participated in a marathon. My hands found nothing better to do but grip the piece around his chest.

Sweat slipped his neck. The tension got intense.
Suddenly I felt his hand, caressing my bare back. He removed my top and I did nothing to protest, because I wanted to feel him. His roughness and hardness.
With a flick, my bra came undone. He smirked and said, "Rev, I want them more erect" Embarrassment took over me.

He lowered his gaze, and stared at my poor naked body. He moved towards my precious puffs and halted just an inch away. My breathe hitched and chest shivered, finding him close. He licked one of my nipples and I inhaled sharply. Cupping other breast, his mouth sucked my bud, earning a soft moan from me. He started eating me agressively as my core throbbed for his touch.

My brain stopped. This was the moment I had been waiting for a long time. And now, it feels unreal. Our worlds were same yet different.

He was Agastya Mhasalkar, the spoiled brat of a billionaire. He got want he wanted. He never got 'NO' as an answer. Being a Playboy, he had always been popular.

She was Reva kaur, daughter of a drunkard, who earned billions on her own. She was an ox of a women.Virgin. Her sexual fantasies were touching the sky, like she touched herself.