[18 ] What happens when love tempts you to compromise everything you stand for?
❛Look at you, how you're breathing and trembling in need-craving my touch,❜
❛Shut up, Tapish❜
❛Then Shut me Up❜
A billionaire's daughter SAHEJ LUTHRA has built...
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SAHEJ HAS FALLEN asleep. I guess! Because when I saw her and her sleepy face and the way her body was resting against mine like a fluffball, I could tell she would soon fall asleep or at least take a power nap.
I feel guilty now when I picture her sleepy frame. But I was in urgent need to make her come. I had to, and not just because I did that stunt. But I longed to hear her say my name while whimpering in ecstasy. Also, we both needed it. The high dose was needed to break that strong sense of sexual urgency. This raw, vivacious, and more stimulating sexual contact was exactly what we both needed. Allow our anger, fear, and profound and intense sentiments for each other to outflow from our hearts.
And here I am.
I'm standing under a large shower head, my arms pressed against the wall, rinsing the perspiration off my body.
I am naked, completely drenched.
I lean forward, allowing the water to effortlessly glide over my back. The gushing water soaring above me has a soft white glow as the tepid rainfall seeps into every pore of the neck and shoulders. I hear the roaring sounds of rainfall as it hits the surface below, indelibly marking everything that comes in its way.
The cubicle has a clear glass wall and it's all roky and streamy, which is pumping my libido filled with all my shamelessness and unbearable desires that I can't shake off, which only wants her and her wanting-me gaze.
As I look down on my body—at my abdominal muscles—the water is making a zig-zag pattern on the shape of my abs. But what makes the view below more riveting is the apparent hardness of my length.
My erection.
It's throbbing, pulsating straight, and angled slightly upward.
As if it knows what my next move will be.
Also, it's quite desperate and screaming for attention.
This is how it behaves when she is around or in my imagination. Even my tight slacks can't keep the active muscles in place.
From the billiard table—when she was innocently pleasuring herself and I was shamelessly but benignly watching her. I love it. From using my fingers—to the way she was rocking against my virtuoso tonguing with her sweet taste. I love it. I crave the taste she has.
