Chapter 49: the stronger neighbor pounds her into satisfaction part- 1
His hand kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling the cherry he'd just abandoned. The dual assault was overwhelming. She was mindless with need, a series of pleading cries and moans falling from her lips.
He pulled back, his own breathing ragged. His eyes were wild. "All of it. I want to see all of you." He didn't wait for permission. His hands went to her waist, finding the tucked-in end of her saree. With a single, deft pull, he unraveled it.
The entire six yards of silk slithered away from her body, piling on the floor in a shimmering heap. She was naked. She is completely, utterly exposed to his ravenous gaze. She lay back on the sofa, her skin flushed, her legs falling open in a shameless, silent invitation.
The thatch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs was already glistening with her arousal. Wilson stood for a moment, just drinking her in. Her generous melons spilled to the sides, her cherries pointing at the ceiling.
Her flat stomach quivered. And between her legs, her most intimate self was on display, damp and open for him. He fumbled with his own clothes, his urgency making him clumsy. He shoved his trousers and briefs down, and his erection sprang free, thick and impressively hard.
He was everything her husband was not powerful, virile, desperate for her. He knelt on the floor between her splayed legs, his hands sliding up her inner thighs, pushing them wider. He leaned forward and before she could process it, his mouth was on her.
The cry that was torn from her throat was raw, guttural, unlike any sound she'd ever made. His tongue was a flat, hot stroke against her very core, licking a broad path through her slick folds. She bucked against his face, a scream of pure pleasure strangling in her throat.
He held her hips down, pinning her to the sofa as he feasted on her. His tongue delved inside her, then circled the aching, swollen bud of her clit with a relentless, maddening precision.
"Please… oh god, please, Wilson…" she begged, her words dissolving into incoherent sobs of ecstasy. The pressure was building, a terrifying, wonderful coil tightening deep within her. He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them, finding a spot that made her see white.
His mouth sucked relentlessly on her clit. The climax ripped through her without warning. It was violent and all consuming. Her body bowed off the sofa, her back arching painfully as wave after wave of convulsive pleasure seized her.
She screamed his name, her voice cracking, as she shattered completely. Before she could even come down, he was moving, positioning himself at her soaking entrance. He looked down at her, his face a mask of primal need.
"Tell me you want this." "Yes! Yes!" she pleaded with her voice hoarse. "Please, Fack me. I need it." He pushed inside her in one long, smooth, breathtaking stroke. She was so damp, so ready, that he sheathed himself to the hilt without resistance.
He was so much bigger, so much fuller than Suresh. He filled her in a way she'd only ever fantasized about. A broken, grateful sob escaped her. He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole the air from her lungs.
Each thrust was a master class in pleasure, his pelvis grinding against her sensitized clit with every inward push. Her melons bounced and jiggled with the force of his movements, a sight that made him groan and drive into her harder, faster.
"Look at them," he commanded, his voice guttural. "Watch them bounce for me." She looked down, mesmerized by the sight of her own body and by the way he possessed her.
The slapping sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, accompanied by their ragged breathing and her constant, over-the-top moaning. She was so loud, so abandoned that she didn't care if the whole neighborhood heard.
Actually she wanted them to listen to it so that more men would come over to play. Before leaving this place and her husband she wanted to earn most lust points and more money. Also this would make her current husband look incompetent.
This is what she wanted and this is what the scumbag soul inside her wanted to see. Only this way her revenge would be fulfilled and she would be satisfied. Later she can live a rich life with more happiness.
He shifted her, pulling her to the edge of the sofa and hooking her legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper. The new angle was exquisite, unbearable. He pounded into her, his strong body slamming against hers, his eyes fixed on where their bodies joined.
She felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release filling her, and it was the final trigger for her own. Her internal muscles clenched around him, milking him dry as her second climax.
He shifted her, pulling her to the edge of the sofa and hooking her legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper. The new angle was exquisite, unbearable. He pounded into her, his strong body slamming against hers, his eyes fixed on where their bodies joined.
She felt another climax building, this one even more intense than the first. "I'm going to come," he warned, his thrusts becoming erratic, frantic. "Inside me," she demanded, her own climax teetering on the edge.
"I want to feel it." His control snapped. With a roar that was pure unrestrained triumph, he drove into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go.
She felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release filling her and it was the final trigger for her own. Her internal muscles clenched around him, milking him dry as her second climax ripped through her, a silent scream tearing from her lips as her back arched off the cushions.
A wave of pure, unrestrained pleasure, so intense it bordered on pain, flooded every nerve ending. This, she thought deliriously, this is what I've been starving for.
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