BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED, Part 11

BEAUTIFULLY FLAWED

 "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY"

Part 11

  

Taking the strap of her dress in his hand he pushed it down almost tearing it apart. Her breathing was rugged while with her waist in his iron grip he removed the other strap too off her shoulder the dress slid down her torso leaving it bare save for the tiny lace bra that left little for imagination. His eyes roamed over her n she gulped witnessing the enormity of his hunger.

With her mind now engrossed in its own battle, the fight between raw white lust n flimsy rationality, she had stopped moving. Even with her protesting Maan wouldn’t have left her. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her and he would make her admit the fact.

You will confess your want for me. His voice echoed through the walls of her mind clouding it with a haze she could not resist. It was dark n strong making her tremble with fear and yearning. You will scream my name and beg for me to invade you.

She never knew this craving; the strong clutches of lust that made people commit the gravest of sins had remained far from her. She thought she couldn’t feel it, that she was strong, immune. Something in his words, today, promised her that she would be proved wrong and she couldn’t fight it anymore.

He squashed his face in between her breast kissing the exposed skin and contradictory to her resolve she pressed his head harder against the burning skin that needed to be extinguished by his touch. His hands moved up behind her back n he opened the clasp of her bra. It hung shamelessly n he removed it moving back.

With now space between them he slid her dress so that it pooled around her legs with her panties. She stood there stark naked with him drinking her by his eyes fully dressed. Though she stared at him straight ahead she felt a little shy, another emotion she had forgotten the feel of.

Slight blush crept over her whole body starting from her cheek to her toes. To him it made her more beautiful. It was not that he never saw girls naked but she was different, she was epitome of beauty.

Her entire frame was made to entice n bewitch and he had no intension to go against the intoxication, in fact, he wanted to drown in it completely, for eternity.

Maan saw her eyes move down n get fixed on the tent in his pant. He removed his tie n started opening his shirt button moving closer to her again. As his mouth sucked on her earlobe, she moaned softly. It was music to his ears. His lips descended to her cheeks where he bit her to earn a sharp hiss. Next, his mouth were tightly clasped to her hers, she bit his lips as a pay back n lapped at the blood it draw.

The kiss turned harsher dripping passion and desire. His tongue plunged into her mouth n she welcomed it with her own. They tangled together wildly caressing n exploring the deep dark crevices. It seemed like he would suck her whole. His hands were in her hair, on her breast, waist, hips, everywhere.

She tore the shirt away from his body, their lips duelling continuously. When his chest met her mounts it felt heavenly. She started working on his zip, soon his pants were down. He parted; breaking the kiss his mouth traced her jaw then nibbling the sensitive skin of her neck. With a quick grope to his groin, she hooked her fingers into the band of his underwear. But he held her hand pinning them above her head.

Desperate, aren’t we? He said with a breathtaking smirk that was sexy nonetheless. His one hand he toyed with her nipples mercilessly while mouth left scorching kisses all over her neck, face occasionally halting over her lips.

To say she was burning would be an understatement. Her skin felt like it was being treated with molten lava.

When his sinfully hot mouth descended to her breasts, her legs gave away. If not for his strong hands engulfing her she would have collapsed on the floor. He didn’t give her what she wanted only his lips brushed over her nipples teasingly.

He went back to kissing her neck n shoulder, nipping and biting. As he stood in between her legs she wrapped them around him. He pulled her flush up, her wet core glued to his straining erection behind his pants.

She noticed that there was no more the door behind but she was being carried to the bed. He made her lay on her back with him on top. He was heavy n firm and she loved it. First time she felt no weight baring a man over her. His pupils were dilated so much making his eyes even darker. He looked almost dangerous. Then he raised a hand n caressed her cheek with such tenderness that she thought she would start crying.

She thought men were incapable of this tenderness n if they were, she wasn’t entitled to it. Now when he touched her like she was the most fragile thing on earth with so much care, it felt surreal. She closed her eyes leaning into his hand. Wish she could stop the flow of time here.

When she opened her eyes again the moment was lost. He eyes were glazed with need again n she didn’t like it any less. Her stomach churned n heart fluttered with throes of anticipation n desire.

He moved back n stripped himself to nudity. Man he was fast. She stared at his naked glory. No man could be this beautiful n this big.

Submission was left of her. No fight, no resistance. It was her fate, how far could she go running, why was she fighting in the first place? She was just putting too much pressure on her brain. May be it would get all over once they both satiate themselves. He would get his fill n she could get back to what she was. She ignored the pain that arose in her chest with that thought.

But no matter how bitter the fact was, this wasn’t her place. Although, she for the first time was getting opportunity to enjoy her work, offered a taste of lust n passion, to be scared of sex was practically a crime for her, wasn’t it?

She closed her eyes n moved back from where half of her legs were dangling off the edge to middle of the bed. He crawled over in between her legs. You are beautiful. She opened her eyes. Nobody told her that not at this point n also not with so much intensity n sincerity.

He nudged her thighs apart n as his smouldering gaze dropped to her wet crotch she felt set on fire. A fire that only he could take care of.

His plans didn’t end there. Like a possessed man he opened her legs wide his hand having a firm grip on the insides of her thighs. She let out a loud moan n threw her head back as his mouth settled on her cunt. His tongue dove into her folds n encircled her nub. She squirmed n whimpered clutching the sheets into her fist. He showed no mercy n continued the sweet assault.

It seemed she would explode perhaps she actually would. She could feel the orgasm building he sensed it too n his mouth was off her. She screamed n almost pushed his head down back but he pinned her hands to the bed with his oh-so-sexy smirk.

He licked his lips n she felt the orgasm pushing against her. His mouth trailed over her belly from where it finally settled over her nipple, his hand on her ribs n other breast, lifting, squeezing n pinching. He sucked on her bud like a starved child n each tug of his mouth triggered the need at her core.

Say it. He said his breathing just like hers, rugged n uneven. She was ready to even kill right now if he commanded.

Pl..ease.

Please what, Geet? She felt his erection at her entrance rubbing up n down. Oh! He was teasing her. The moron.

I want you inside me, right now. Hard and fast. She shouted when he let the tip enter n pulled it out. No one ever had that much power over her like he did. The sad part was that instead of resenting, she took pleasure in it. She was pathetic n hopeless. Is it enough?

For now it is. He stated n was inside her in one vigorous thrust. His pelvis cemented to her thighs. She felt him way too bigger inside her in fact huge, stretching her to the limits, his soft flesh stroking n caressing her insides, making electric tingles race throughout her body.

She was so tight yet soft n she was dripping wet, for him. The girls he had been before weren’t like her; he knew she was made for him n his resolve to keep her with him just amplified tenfold at this very moment.

He started a soft rhythm n gained a speedy momentum soon after. With his hips rocking over hers, she pushed herself to him to meet his drives but every time she caught his pace he changed the angle n speed, from slow, toe curling to fast, mind boggling shoves.

She couldn’t even scream now. Her mind was muddled n what came out were only weak moans. As his mouth came down upon her she was thankful. His kiss was fulfilling, feverish n blazing hot.

As he nipped at her lips, his palm harshly squeezed her left breast, and then, she came-flooded-her walls tightening around him milking his own orgasm. He swelled and spilled his cum inside her. It was ecstasy in purest form. Both their bodies shuddered in the aftermaths of orgasmic bliss.

How she wished to kill them all. The chirruping birds were disturbing her sleep. They should thank the god that she didn’t have a damn gun with her.

When her lids opened there was no sunlight in the room like the first time when she had woken up at the same place but in a different situation.

She wondered if she was still in the same old world because it certainly didn’t felt like it. Beautiful girl in white looked down upon her with a stunning harp in her hands n big, creamy wings on her back. She played the instrument softy and the almighty in golden waved at her with a big grin while she floated in clouds going up and up and up.

He stirred beside her n her reverie broke but this reality also wasn’t that bad. After all, he was no less than any god. She let out a sigh. He was laying on his stomach his hand strewn over her belly.

The night had been amazing. They had sex again n again so many times that after the third round she lost the count or was it forth.

Bad luck, it would have to end now. But the single experience was fantastic.

If she’d had even the smallest idea that it would so pleasurable to make her forget everything she wouldn’t have denied ever. He was not one of those dominating men who only knew to take. He let her take charge sometimes, didn’t only seek for his own pleasure but thought about her also. He was harsh yet she felt tenderness n... care in his touches, kisses, thrusts.

Over the years she had been accustomed to selling her body but sex always repulsed her. If in her hands she would have stayed away from men, the most disgusting creature. Miraculously a man like Maan also existed in this cold-blooded world. She still hadn’t figured him out yet but something in her said he wasn’t like others.

Was she committing a mistake? Perhaps he had some hidden motives? No, not again. Didn’t she decide last night to give her mind a break n just go with the flow? There was nothing she could lose anyways. Already she had fallen as low as to enjoy having sex, finally it seemed her soul had died completely as if she had one.

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It's like the real journey has started now only. Now both are stuck, Maan willingly n Geet unwillingly. Have to see where this all leads to, there are many obstacles in their way