Previous Part: Temptation Unleashed: Deeksha’s Story
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I climbed onto the bed, straddling him. I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear. I whispered, “Now it’s my turn to have some fun.” I kissed him deeply, my hands roaming over his body, igniting every nerve ending.
My kiss was hungry, my body pressing against his, making it clear how much I wanted him. He could feel the heat radiating from me, the urgency in my movements. His hands moved to my hips, holding me firmly as our kiss deepened.
I pulled back slightly, my eyes locking with his. “You’ve spoiled me a lot, Mohit,” I murmured, my voice a sultry purr.
He smiled, his hands sliding up to caress my back. “And I love spoiling you,” he replied, his voice thick with desire.
I grinned, my fingers working on the buttons of his shirt, my movements quick and sure. As each button came undone, I placed soft kisses along his chest, giving special attention to his nipples. I kissed and nipped at them gently, savouring the taste of his skin.
His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension building between us. With his shirt undone, I pressed my hands against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palms. I leaned in, placing soft kisses along his collarbone, savouring the taste of his skin.
His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension building between us.
“Deeksha,” he whispered, his voice strained with longing.
I looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire. “Yes, Mohit?”
“I need you,” he said, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
“Then take me,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.
With deliberate slowness, I took off all his clothes while I was still in my top and skirt, sitting back on his lap. My pussy brushed against his hard dick, sending shivers through both of us.
The fabric of my skirt and top felt tantalizing against my bare skin, heightening the sensation. His eyes darkened with desire as he tried to reach out and touch me, but each time he did, I playfully pushed his hands away.
“Not yet,” I teased, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. I wanted to make him burn with desire, to feel the same aching need that I did.
He groaned in frustration, his eyes filled with hunger. “You’re driving me crazy,” he said, his voice thick with longing.
“Good,” I replied, my voice a seductive whisper. “I want you to want me as much as I want you.”
His hands moved to my hips again, but I quickly pushed them away, teasing him further. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Patience, Mohit,” I whispered, my breath hot against his skin. “Let me take care of you.”
He groaned again, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, but there was a smile in his eyes.
I smiled back, my desire mirrored in his gaze. “And you’re going to love every minute of it,” I replied, my voice filled with promise.
As I continued to tease him, my movements became more deliberate and more focused. I could feel his erection pressing against my wetness, the sensation driving me wild. But I held back, wanting to savour the anticipation to make the moment last.
Every time he tried to touch me, I pushed his hands away, my teasing making him burn with desire. His frustration only added to the intensity of our connection, making the anticipation even sweeter. Then, I did what Mohit hadn’t expected.
He had hinted at it during our late-night sexting moments. I stood on the bed, with my legs on each side of Mohit so he was between my legs. He could see my pussy under my skirt. The fabric brushed lightly against my skin, sending shivers of excitement through me.
Without hesitation, I took off my top and bra in one fluid motion, giving Mohit an unobstructed view of my breasts. His eyes lit up with anticipation, his gaze hungry and intense. I could see the longing in his eyes, the way his breath quickened as he took in the sight of me.
I moved towards his face, my heart pounding with excitement. Slowly, I started to sit down, feeling the tension build as Mohit’s eyes followed my every move. He understood what was coming next. He pulled me towards him with a firm grip on my hips.
I sat on his face, my vertical lips pressed against his horizontal lips. The sensation was electrifying. Mohit’s tongue began working on my pussy lips, exploring every inch with deliberate, sensual movements. I started grinding, rubbing my pussy on his face, feeling a surge of pleasure with every touch.
I loved the way Mohit ate my pussy, his tongue flicking and swirling in perfect harmony. His hands found my breasts, pressing and kneading them with no mercy. The combination of sensations was overwhelming.
“Oh, Mohit,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire. “That feels so good.”
His tongue moved faster, and I could feel the heat building inside me. My hips began to move instinctively, grinding harder against his mouth. Each flick of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through my body. His hands continued to explore my breasts.
His fingers pinch my nipples gently, then more firmly, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.
“Deeksha,” he murmured against my pussy, his voice muffled but filled with passion. “You taste incredible.”
I could barely hear him over the sound of my moans. My body was trembling with need, every nerve ending alive with sensation. I felt my muscles tightening, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I rode his face, seeking more of the incredible pleasure he was giving me.
“Mohit,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “I’m going to cum.”
He responded by increasing the intensity of his movements, his tongue and lips working with more urgency. His hands squeezed my breasts harder, his fingers digging into my flesh, pushing me over the edge. The orgasm hit me like a wave, a rush of pleasure that left me breathless and trembling.
“Yes, yes!” I cried out, my body shaking with the force of my climax. “Oh, Mohit, don’t stop!”
He didn’t stop. His tongue continued to work its magic, drawing out the orgasm, making it last longer and feel even more intense. My body convulsed with pleasure, my hips grinding against his face, my hands gripping the sheets tightly.
Finally, the waves of pleasure began to subside, and I collapsed onto the bed, breathless and spent. Mohit looked up at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction and desire. His face was glistening with my juices, a sight that sent a final shiver of pleasure through me.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. “I never imagined it could feel this good.”
He grinned, his hands still resting on my hips, his touch gentle now. “You taste incredible,” he replied, his voice thick with desire and satisfaction. “I could do that all night.”
We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. The intensity of our connection left us both feeling great. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, his heartbeat echoing my own. This was a moment I would never forget, a moment that brought us closer together in a way that words could never describe.
“Thank you for making me feel so special,” I said softly, my voice filled with emotion.
“You mean everything to me,” he replied, his voice tender.
We held each other close, our bodies entwined, feeling the deep connection that had only grown stronger. This was more than just physical pleasure. It was a bond of love and trust that made every moment together feel magical.
After catching my breath, I looked into Mohit’s eyes, my own filled with a mix of desire and mischief. “Mohit,” I whispered, my voice low and husky, “I want you to fuck my mouth. And don’t be gentle.”
His eyes widened in surprise, but I could see the excitement spark within them. He nodded, his breath quickening as he adjusted me on the corner of the bed. My head hung back over the edge. I could feel the anticipation building within me as he positioned himself beside the bed.
His erection was standing proudly. He started gently, guiding his dick into my mouth with care. His initial movements were slow, letting me adjust to the sensation. I moaned softly, my hands resting on his thighs as he thrust into my mouth.
His dick slid deeper, and I could feel him reaching the back of my throat. Mohit’s pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming more forceful. My eyes watered, and I gagged slightly. But the feeling of being filled like this made me feel alive.
I loved how comfortable I had become with Mohit. How I could explore my deepest desires without any shame. I felt slutty, naughty, and utterly free.
“You’re mine, Deeksha,” Mohit growled, his voice thick with lust. “I own you, your body, and your heart.”
His words sent shivers down my spine, intensifying the sensations coursing through me. He reached down, his hands finding my breasts, mauling them harder. His fingers pinched my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned around his dick, the vibrations making him groan in response.
“God, you look so beautiful,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure. “I love watching you take my cock like this.”
His rough treatment, combined with his words, pushed me further into a state of euphoria. My body responded instinctively, my hips shifting, seeking more contact. I felt his thrusts becoming even more urgent, his moans growing louder and more intense.
His movements became wild and unrestrained, the rhythm of our connection creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered passion.
Every thrust, every touch, and every word heightened the experience. I felt utterly claimed, cherished, and desired. My mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me to the edge. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing, my arousal mixing with the thrill of submission.
After a few intense minutes, I signalled to him that I was getting tired, tapping his thigh gently. Mohit immediately slowed down, pulling his dick from my mouth. He leaned down, kissing my eyes and forehead tenderly. “Are you okay, love?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I shook my head, a playful smile on my lips. “I don’t need to rest,” I replied, my voice a mere whisper. “I want you to put your dick inside my pussy and love me even more.”
A grin spread across his face, filled with adoration and desire. He lifted me back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His hands caressed my thighs, spreading them wider. I could feel the heat of his body, the anticipation of what was to come, making my heart race.
Mohit guided his dick to my entrance, teasing me with gentle strokes. I could feel the tip brushing against my wetness, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He locked eyes with me, his gaze filled with intensity and love.
“I love you, Deeksha,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion.
“I love you too, Mohit,” I replied, my voice trembling with anticipation.
With a deep, passionate thrust, he entered me, filling me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fulfilment that made my entire body tremble. He moved with deliberate slowness at first, letting us both savour the feeling of being joined so intimately.
As our bodies moved together, our connection deepened. His thrusts became more forceful, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him. His hands explored my body, caressing my breasts, my hips, and my thighs.
“Oh, Mohit,” I moaned, my voice shaking with need. “Fuck me harder. Don’t hold back.”
He responded with a growl, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. “You’re mine, Deeksha,” he repeated, his voice rough with passion. “I own you.”
The raw intensity of his thrusts drove me wild. I could feel the bed shaking beneath us, our moans mingling in the air. The pleasure was all-consuming, the sensation of his dick filling me, driving me to the edge.
“Yes, Mohit,” I cried out, my nails digging into his back. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
His hands found my breasts again, squeezing them roughly, adding to the mix of pain and pleasure. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Our movements became more frenzied, our desire reaching a fever pitch. Every thrust, every touch, every word pushed us closer to the edge. The thought of what we were doing, the fact that we were cheating, only heightened the intensity. There was no guilt, only pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“You’re mine,” Mohit groaned, his voice thick with passion. “All mine.”
The sound of his voice, the feel of his body against mine, the taste of his skin—all of it combined to create a symphony of sensation that pushed me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building, the tension in my body reaching a breaking point.
“Mohit,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me, Deeksha,” he growled, his thrusts becoming even more urgent. “I want to feel you.”
With a shuddering gasp, I felt the wave of pleasure crash over me, my body convulsing with the intensity of my orgasm. Mohit followed soon after, his release a powerful testament to our shared passion. We collapsed together, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in unison.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I felt a deep sense of contentment and love. This was more than just a physical connection; it was a bond of love and trust that made every moment together feel magical.
“Thank you for making me feel so special,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.
“You mean everything to me,” he replied, his voice tender and sincere.
We held each other close, our bodies entwined, feeling the deep connection that had only grown stronger. This was a night we would never forget, a night that brought us closer together in a way that words could never describe.
“I still need to take you to my house,” Mohit said after a moment, his voice filled with excitement. “We have the whole night to explore our desires.”
I smiled, my heart pounding with anticipation. “Yes, let’s go to your house,” I replied, my voice filled with promise. “But first, let’s make memories in every corner of my home.”
Mohit grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I can’t wait,” he said, his voice filled with love and desire. “Let’s make this night unforgettable.”
With that, we began our exploration anew, every touch, every kiss, every moment bringing us closer together. This was a night of passion, a night of love, a night that we would remember for the rest of our lives.
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