Chapter 6
And it was almost more than he could bear. "I don't deserve this," he gasped—not sure if he meant having her or this pleasure or just the fact that he'd finally, *finally* given in when he should've run the other way.
Bulbal just smiled, her eyes dark with desire.
"Good boys don't always get what they deserve," she whispered. "But they can still beg."
"Please..." he whispered, not ashamed to plead like a sinner. "...more."
She grinned, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Say it again."
"Please," he said, and there was no embarrassment, no hesitation this time. Just need, and the hunger in his eyes begging for more. "Please."
She didn't stop until he felt like he was dying... and when he couldn't take it anymore...
She stopped.
Gaurav froze, breath catching in his throat as she suddenly stilled above him—hips locked, muscles tense—her body still clamped tight around him like a vice... but the movement gone.
"W-what…?" he stammered, eyes fluttering open. "Why'd you stop?"
Bulbal leaned down slowly, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered:
"Because I want to hear you *beg* for it."
His chest heaved. His hands clenched at her waist.
"I *am* begging," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Can't you feel how bad I need it? Look at me—I'm shaking!"
She chuckled—a low, sultry sound that buzzed through his bones—and finally lifted herself just enough to break contact entirely.
Completely off him.
Leaving him exposed.
Aching.
Empty.
"Mom!" The sound was raw—half plea, half protest—as he stared up at her with wild eyes. "Don't—you can't just leave me like this!"
She stood beside the bed now—all curves and confidence—and tilted her head with a smirk that could've ignited cities.
"Watch me," she said coolly… then turned and began walking toward the door.
"No…" Gaurav sat up sharply. "Wait! Please—I'll do anything!"
She paused with one hand on the doorframe—but didn't turn back.
"Then prove it."
And from somewhere deep inside—the place where shame had died and obsession was born—he obeyed without hesitation...
He dropped to his knees on the floor right there… naked… trembling…
And crawled toward her…
One slow, desperate pull of limbs after another…
Until he reached her feet... where he pressed a trembling kiss to the arch of one bare sole...
"Anything," he whispered again into skin so soft it hurt—"just let me finish inside you..."
Silence stretched long...
Then—
Bulbal closed her eyes briefly before smirking down at his reflection in the polished mirror across from them:
"*Now*," she murmured—to herself more than him—"you're ready."
With deliberate slowness...
she turned around...
and pulled him up by the hair—
right into a kiss that tasted like sin itself—
before dragging him back onto bed,
where secrets were made,
mothers became lovers,
and pleasure ruled over everything else...
even time itself stopped bearing witness...
because nothing mattered anymore but this:
flesh meeting flesh,
lust overriding law,
a forbidden fire burning too bright to ever put out.
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*End Chapter Six