With thief feet, riddhima entered inside the bedroom to see her husband sleeping peacefully on the bed
His otherwise stern and stout face, now glowing in the moonlight with innocence matching that of a child
Oh he slept soo soundly, just like an angel
But as soon as he wakes up, he becomes a hungry lion
Huh, bipolar
Carefully latching the door behind her, she tip toed to hers side of the bed, where currently he was sleeping and peeked over his shoulder to examine his facial expressions, trying to interpret whether he was in a deep slumber or his usual high alert sleep which can be broken even by the sound of ants crawling
As her eyes roamed over the beautiful features of his face, riddhima almost forgot the purpose she had sneaked inside her room like a freaking thief
His devilishly handsome face covered majorly by his thick beard hiding his beautiful dimples
On would she ever get the chance to see his clean shaven look
How could he look like??
Will his pink lips would be put more on the display making her wonder how they would feel against hers
Would his dimples dig a hole in his cheeks, making her tachycardiac
Oh lord,
Was she loosing her mind??
Was it her fault though???
No wonder she was here to destroy him but
Could any sane girl resist a man as hot as him
And to top that, the red tilak on his forehead made him even more sexy
Gosh, he was a man to die for
Oh how good he would look when he would be buried deep inside her
Or when he would slam his hardness down her throat all the while praising her for taking him soo good
Or when he would fondle her globes with his large hands, groping , pinching and teasing them
Oh she was soo ruined
She was fantasising about her mafia husband
Not for the first time surely
The man had been making her wet her panties since the day he had stepped into her life
Her breath hitched as he turned around in his sleep to now lye flat on his back
Mentally slapping her forehead for her unethical thoughts, she sat down on the marbled floor carefully and taking a deep breath, eased her hand into his pockets to take out the key for the secret chamber,
All the while screaming at her unethical side to avoid his nearby engorging region as much as possible
But she was a bad girl, wasn't she
As her fingers brushed against his manhood, which surprisingly was hard as rock, a sleepy moan escaped vansh's lips making riddhima stunned
SWEETHEART
Oh lord, was he??
Was he dreaming about her???
Hahaha not possible right
Right?????
The way his lips parted made riddhima salivate, so when her mind screamed at her to stop, she royally ignored it and gripped his cock tightly making it grow even harder in her hand, almost as if she were masturbating him
Ummm...riddhimaaa
That had to been the sweetest sound riddhima had ever heard in her entire life
Riddhima, that was her name, but it had never felt soo beautiful until now
Now even more enthusiastic to please him, her sweaty palms moved up and down over his length, occasionally caressing its broad flat head making him whimper and buckle up his hips
Yesss...goshhh yessss
The next few seconds went by in a blur as he released his warm nectar all over her hand and his trousers making riddhima pant
Ohh she needed a release badly
Gathering her pink lengha, she rushed to the restroom to please herself at the memory of his moans
As the restroom door closed with a loud thud, vansh's sleep broke making him growl
His sleepy eyes darted to his southern region which was soaked completely
Digging his face in the pillow, he sighed frustratedly
'Another series of wet dreams about you
Ahhh, when will this torture end
When will you touch me sweetheart
Just when???'
If only he knew......
The end.
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