R E V A N S H
Watching her graceful movements on the dance floor, I found myself at a loss for words. She exuded an alluring and passionate energy that captivated everyone around her. The sway of her hips perfectly complemented the rhythm of the music, and her form-fitting dress accentuated every curve, leaving me in awe of her undeniable allure.
Her perfect hourly glass curves and barely visible racy cleavage make my dick strain against my pants, she brushed her fingers through her hair as she moved her hips back and forth, I didn't want to wait too long as my dick wanted her attention as soon as possible and I moved towards her.
But before I could take another step the lights of the club started to fluctuate, it didn't last long just for a minute, just the same light came and made my eyes darken in wrath, a piece of shit touching what's mine to touch.
My pulse quickened in rage and the urge of killing him rushed inside my veins. The fury was so high that in a reflex action, my hand abruptly went back and gripped the gun before taking it out, my brain didn't work efficiently, and without thinking twice, I shot in the air.
Amaya stood completely still, her dark brown eyes locking with mine. I took a bold step closer to her, and as I gazed at her alluring expression, I sensed her breathing becoming facile. Halting directly in front of her, I turned my intense gaze toward the individual I was furious with.
I couldn't help myself from delivering a hard punch over his jaw which forced some of his molars to fall on the ground with blood. I gestured to Enzo, who had come with me, that I wanted to treat him, so take him to the cellar, and he gladly did right away.
I heard some clapping and giggling sounds, and I found myself drowning in her beauty. Did she find this punch cool? "Wow, Revansh," she said, her voice slurred and unsteady, indicating that she had consumed a significant amount of alcohol.
But one thing I have come to understand despite consuming large amounts of alcohol, she never loses consciousness and remains coherent during the conversation.
As I held her arm tightly, my anger remained unyielding. I growled at Kiara to get inside the car, then picked up Amaya and felt her fingers slide to the nape of my neck before she wrapped them around me. Kiara's eyes widened as she witnessed her best friend being carried in her brother's arms.
I signaled for her to sit in the back, and she complied quickly. As I drove towards our mansion, Kiara spoke up hesitantly, "B-bhai, it was my fault. Amaya shouldn't be involved in this." I didn't respond, my mind was still consumed by the image of that despicable person laying a hand on my Amaya.
He is going to pay for it.
"T-this is n-not my way home." Her captivating, slurred voice landed in my ear as I whirled to find her gazing at me with teary eyes and pouty lips. I am telling you if I could do anything right now, I would bend her over this car seat and bury myself deep inside her.
As I pulled up in front of my grand mansion, my mind was filled with wild thoughts. "Kiara, go to your room now," I ordered, as soon as the car came to a stop. As expected, she obeyed my command, but as she made her way inside, she paused, turned back to face Amaya, and said, "Amaya, come with me."
"I will take care of her better than anyone can. You should go to your room," I declared, my voice laced with intensity. She nodded at my words and quickly retreated indoors. I walked over to the passenger seat where my sweetheart had been sitting, timidly fidgeting with her fingers like a child.
As I spoke, my voice carried a tinge of austerity. "Now, what happened to you?" I inquired, remaining firm despite the emotions in the air. "You seem upset with me." Her response was barely audible, her teary eyes meeting mine, softening my gaze.
I once again lifted her into my arms, feeling her weight settle against me before I spoke, "You never mentioned that you were going to a club." Her fingers trailed lightly across my clothed chest, evoking a shiver from me. "I just wanted to have some fun with my best friend," she replied with a hint of playfulness.
"I was taken aback by the way that fucker touched you. Why didn't you tell me?" I growled, but she seemed unfazed, continuing to exude the same seductive vibe she'd been giving off for the past fucking five minutes. "What's the issue? You touch me too," she retorted casually. I shot her a menacing glare and pushed open my room's door with my foot.
Without replying to anything, I sauntered to the bed before throwing her on the soft mattress, hovering above her, I clutched both her wrists and pinned them above her head, her breath hitched, and a gasp left her mouth with my sudden movement. "Do I have to remind you where you belong, huh?" My hoarse voice made a shiver run down her spine.
"Remind me." Seductively she bit her lower lips, making me hard as fuck, her tempting mug pushed closer to mine, and her shallow breath hit my lips as she steadily pressed her soft, enticing lips on mine.
Amaya Mittal would be the death of me, I had known that the moment my eyes set on her, and my prediction was playing out in real-time as I devoured her.
My hands roamed around her perfect curve as she wrapped her arms around my neck syncing with my pace, she tasted like mint and sugar, and at that moment it become my favorite taste in the whole fucking world.
I sucked her lower lips as I owned it which I did, it wasn't a sweet or mushy kiss but a hard, demanding, and possessive one, Amaya matched me inch by inch. Her fingers reached my hair, which she clenched into a fist before tugging it gently but firmly.
"Is this what you wanted?" My palm glided over the soft fabric of her sultry bodycon dress, each curve accentuated by the way the material clung to her figure like a second skin. With a swift motion, my fingers found their way to her breast, and I pinched her nipple through the delicate fabric, eliciting a gasp that hung in the air. Amaya's back arched sensuously, her silhouette a captivating blend of strength and vulnerability.
Her seductive gaze locked onto mine, a spark igniting in her eyes as she breathed, "I wanted you to remind me, Revansh. " At that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating chemistry that enveloped us like a shroud, teasing the boundaries of desire and connection.
Her finger glided effortlessly from the soft strands of my hair, tracing a delicate path down to my chest. The gentle pressure of her touch sent shivers down my spine, as her fingertips lingered near the buttons of my shirt and she opened it before throwing it away on the ground, I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, "I need you Revansh, will you give it to me?" Her voice was a sultry whisper, laced with a mix of desire and challenge. At that moment, I searched for any hint of discomfort in her orbs, any trace of hesitation. Yet, there was none to be found.
The anticipation of what was about to unfold had my teeth tightly clenched. I could feel it coming from the instant our eyes locked. My heart raced uncontrollably as I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, savoring every detail of her taste. She eagerly reciprocated, mirroring my passion and desire.
The moment I pulled away from the kiss, I felt our breath mingle. I gently rested my forehead against hers and whispered, "You are drunk, sweetheart." She reached out, her fingers grazing my bare chest to my toned abs, and insisted, "I am not. I know exactly what I am doing and saying." Her breath grew heavier as she spoke, brimming with eagerness.
I want to have her right fucking now, but I can't as she is drunk too much. I feel powerless in this situation, but I need to act responsibly.
I reluctantly tore myself away from her embrace, leaving behind the comfort of her warmth. As I turned and walked towards the door to close it, I let out a deep sigh, unable to meet her gaze. "Get some rest, my love," I murmured, avoiding eye contact because I know if I did this, I would lose myself and fuck her senselessly.
"Revansh," she spoke with a seductive voice that get straight to my cock, and that made it impossible for me not to turn around and meet her captivating gaze. "Revansh, I need you, please," she said, and it tested my patience to the limit.
If she wants it, then she will definitely get it.
As the word, "Strip" escaped my lips, low and husky, the atmosphere shifted with an electric tension. Without hesitation, her hand glided gracefully to the small of her back, fingers deftly working the zipper of her dress as it slid down, I took a bold step toward her. She began to lower the fabric, her gaze locked onto mine, fierce yet vulnerable. The dress fell away, revealing her soft inviting tits, the curves of her figure, and black thong.
My legs halted in front of her, fixing my gaze on her hard nipples, sharp enough to pierce the glasses. Without warning I groped her breast, and my lips found their way to the crook of her neck, biting it, sucking it, nibbling on it until the whole fucking world know that she is mine.
"Ah─Revansh," a loud moan left her throat when I bit a specific portion of her neck firmly yet softly before licking it. My fingers don't stop from their work on the breast, rubbing it and pinching it from time to time until I get satisfied.
I stopped myself from going further as I took one step back, Amaya whined when her body lost my touch. I gazed fixed firmly on her and solemnly I spoke, "Panties off, now." I could feel her breath stop for a second before she let her thong fall on the cold floor joining the black fabric.
"Come here, baby." A smirk played on my lips gazing at her drenched pussy, she steadily makes her way towards me and halted her leg straight in front of me. Before I could give her what she wanted, I needed to confirm, "Are you sure you wanted this? You won't regret this tomorrow, will you?" Maar jaunga main agar tumhe regret karte hue dekha toh.
My fingers gently slid to her throat before grasping it firmly, Amaya nodded her head negatively. My clutch tightens around her throat practically choking her, "Words, baby." Leisurely, I started to make her lay on the bed, "I-I won't."
As the words left her mouth, she was already lying under me. I unwrapped my fingers from her throat, finally making my gaze firm on her pussy, with my hands, I opened her legs and scrutinizes it, "This wet for me?" I demanded an answer, but my ears didn't get anything.
A smacking sound echoed inside the room with a loud cry when I slapped her clit, "Ahh─" I faced her before taking her lips in an ardent kiss, "If I ask you something then you have to answer it or you will not like the punishment." Again, my fingers found its way to her clit as I pinched it, "Who made you this wet, my love?" I ordered, she cried.
"Y-you, you made me this wet." I cockily smiled and trickled my tongue from the slender length of her throat to the cleavage before nibbling on it, Amaya's back arched sensuously when I took her hardened nipple in my warm mouth, she moaned and fisted the soft strands of my hair and pulled me closer to herself.
My mouth devoured her tits, sucking on it like a hungry child who didn't get milk for years, I want her milk, and I will get it when she got pregnant with our child. As I satisfy my hunger from her both of the tits my mouth trickle down to her navel and then finally to her pussy which was glistening by the wetness.
Goosebumps erupted over her skin when my hot breath tickled down her folds, without giving her a second to comprehend I attached my mouth to her cunt and gently scraped my teeth over it before I sucked on it. Between that, my finger found its way to her tight hole as I shoved two digits inside her and got a loud whimper.
I increased my pace while I sucked on her clit, she was dripping all down her thighs, and I slurped every drop up like a starved man. So, fucking luscious. I would never be addicted to anything, but I was addicted to the taste and feel of her pussy.
"I-I think... I am coming," she spoke desperately, "You will, sweetheart. But not until I say you can." The sound of in and out resounded against the wall of the room as I nibbled on her clit. Amaya ground against her movements despairing, and her pleading whines grew louder the longer I ate her out.
I pressed my thumb against her clit and curled my fingers until they hit the spot that would make her shatter. "Come," I ordered. The words barely came out of my mouth when I felt her cum dripping from her hole and my fingers. I took my fingers out and sucked her clean before shoving them again.
A loud moan landed inside my ear, "Did you like how your tight cunt sucks my fingers?" I questioned, "Y-yes."
My pace drop-off little as I husked out, "Will your cunt also suck my cock in the same way?" She cried but answered, "Y-yes it w-will."
I felt her clenching around my fingers, and I finally asked, "Will you let me fuck you like I always wanted to do? Will you let me do the things I wanted with your body?" My question wasn't even completed yet when she cried out, "Yes, yes, yes, I will let you do anything with me." A smirk curled my lips as I again piled up my pace and there her second orgasm hit, she arched off the bed with a sharp cry.
I gave her a few minutes to make her breathe stable and, in the meantime, I foot tidy in front of a lying naked figure and took my jeans off escorted by boxers, my length stood straight making Amaya's eyes widen in shock, "I-I can't take it. It won't f-fit." My hands gripped her thigh before she closed her legs as I aligned my tip leading her tight hole, "You will, baby. You will have to take it."
I pressed my lips on her forehead gently kissing it before attaching my lips to her in an assurance that she would be fine, I would never let her hurt, "It's your first time?" I asked even though I knew it, she nodded her head, "Y-yes." A smile lingered on my lips at her soft, baby voice.
She is my girl, and she deserves every single fucking thing in the world.
"Relax a bit everything will be fine. If it hurts much just kiss me, scratch me, bite me, okay." She nodded and I pushed myself at a slow pace, she was tight not just tight but so fucking tight, just the way I like it, "It's hurting." She says and a tear rolled down her cheek, I was going to wipe it when she pressed her lips on me.
I kissed her and pulled my length back before shoving it in one go, her nails scratched my back as she kissed me hard. I waited for some time until the burn faded away and she would be able to take my hard thrust because I am not a vanilla guy, nor I did vanilla sex.
She tugged herself away from the kiss and let her eyes meet mine before nodding me to continue and there I lost everything I had. I don't know how many days I have been waiting for this moment with her and there we are.
I began with a slow pace, "Fuck, you are so tight, baby. Just the way I like." She cried, tears were streaming down staining her cheeks, her mascara got smudged and she looked totally like a fucking mess.
My mess.
My thrust started to get speedy, and Amaya's cries turned into pleasurable moans, "Can you feel how deep I am inside you? Do you like it?" My tip hit her cervix as she moaned in response. "The best answer I could ever get." I thrust deeper and faster hitting her g-spot.
My fingers slid down her throat, choking her while shoving myself faster making her tits jiggle, "Baby, what did you say earlier you wanted me to remind you, huh?" I demanded, "So, let me remind you." I smugly smiled.
"You thrust belong thrust with thrust me." She cries in pleasure, "Did you get it, or do I need to remind you again in a different way." Amaya hastily nodded her head which made me smirked.
My grip tightens around her throat blocking the air from entering inside her lungs, "I need words." My deep, hoarse voice gave her cold sweat, "I-I g-get it."
The grip didn't lose as I again husked out, "What did you get it?"
"I-I belongs with y-you, I am y-yours." She spoke shakily, "Yes, that's the right answer, and if someone tries to touch you, I will slit his throat without any second thought and you will fucking let me do it, will you?" I spoke when I felt her walls clenching around my cock.
"Y-yes, I will." My fingers reached down her clit rubbing it fast as my cock slid in and out of her cunt, "I-I am coming." I shoved my cock sprightly and rubbed my fingers faster, "Then come for me."
As the words released my throat, I felt her warm liquid over my cock. My eyes moved on Amaya she looked exhausted by the release, but I didn't stop and chased my orgasm. After some time of thrusting and fulfilling my need, I released myself deep inside her and shoved until I released my seeds near her cervix.
I let my body fall on her small one making sure not to put my whole weight, my lips found their way to her lips as I took them in a passionate, intense kiss. "Revansh," She murmured as I took my baby in my embrace before asking, "Yes?"
"Don't hug me, I am a mess right now," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You are my mess, and I like you in every way, my love." As she wrapped her arms around me, a smile spread across my face, and I felt a surge of warmth and affection as if everything in the world was just right.
"Let's get you clean baby." I strangle her in my arms and take her to the bathroom before making her sit on the slab and make a rose bath for her. I again stride to her but what I see made me chuckle she was eyeing my cock with a dumbstruck impression. How I wish I can fuck her again, but I can't not right now.
"Do you want it again?" I asked with a confident smile before enveloping her in my arms. "Huh?" She responded, her innocent eyes causing a chortle to escape from my throat.
I gently guided her to sit inside the warm, soothing bathtub, where the water helped to ease her tense muscles. "Is it comfortable, baby?" I inquired, seeking to reassure her, and she nodded in response. Taking a few drops of fragrant shampoo, I lovingly applied it to her hair, tenderly massaging her scalp to help her unwind. "This feels so good." She spoke with a smile, my own heart warmed by her contented sigh.
"But not more than my cock, right sweetheart?" I couldn't resist stealing a glance at her blushing cheeks, which were as crimson as a summer sunset. Her shy response filled me with amusement, and I decided not to push her for an answer.
As I was gently washing Amaya's hair, she peacefully drifted off to sleep. After making sure she was clean, I carefully settled her onto the bed not before applying ointment to her vaginal region and dressed her in one of my oversized t-shirts, creating a cozy and comfortable fit for her.
I tenderly placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and softly whispered, "I love you," before slowly drawing back and watched her sleep for a while, feeling like a total creep but unable to look away. As she lay there, her chest rose and fell rhythmically with each tranquil breath, and a serene smile graced her lips.
From this day forward, I will do whatever it takes to ensure that she remains mine and mine alone, for all time.
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