At That Moment ✔

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She’s eighteen.

She’s legal.

This is what both of us want.
Why in the hell shouldn’t I give it to her?

I step up so close she has to feel the heat of my chest hit her back. Leaning my head to one side of her face, I rest my lips at her ear.

“Is this really what you want?”

Her head jerks up and she pants out

“Yes.”

“Know this, Preeta. What I’m going to do to you won’t be nice and clean. It’ll be hard, dirty, raw, and will have you screaming my name. But it’ll be so fucking good, you’ll feel me for days and come begging for more.”

I nip the side of her neck.

“You sure you can handle that?.. kya thum seh paungi?” I asked her huskly

Her hands move to the back of the couch, and she grips the material so tightly her knuckles turn white. After a moment, she turns her head to the side and her eyes meet mine.

“Yes,” she moans, that one word music to my ears.

As soon as it leaves her lips, I grab her hips and growl,

“Keep your hands there.” sighed towards couch

I pull her back a foot, forcing her to bend over. Running my hand over her jean-covered ass, I’m tempted to just yank down her pants and force my cock into the tight depths of her pussy, whether she’s wet enough to take me or not.

If she weren’t so innocent, I would. Preeta claims to be able to handle what I want to give her, but I know otherwise. She may think she can, but my brand of fucking would send her running for the hills.

I tamp down my need to rut at her willing body and  my hands reached the button of her jeans from back .  I slowly slide the zipper down, and  I press my hard cock against her backside, grinding against her ass...with our clothes on ..

Her hair has fallen forward, hiding my view of her face. Needing to make sure she’s still with me, I grab the long strands of hair  in my fist and pull back her head. Her mouth is open as she pants, and her eyes are wide.

“You still want it  babydoll?” I grunt.

Her tongue peeks out again, running along her bottom lip. When she nods, I give her hair a little yank.

" No Not like this, Preeta. I need to hear your words.”

“Ye.... aa... yes”

“Good.”

I set her mass of hair over one shoulder so I can keep an eye on her face, then grab the sides of her jeans. Slowly, I slide them over her hips.

A deep groan leaves my throat when I see the strings of her thong.

Pulling her jeans down further, my eyes zero in on the material that disappears between her gorgeous ass cheeks.
Maybe Miss  Arora isn’t quite so innocent like I thought.

As I push her jeans down her legs, I get to my knees behind her. Once they’re at her ankles, I lift her one foot and then the other and remove  it then her white tennis shoes and socks.

Her thong were the next to go. I sit back on my heels when she’s naked from the waist down. For a girl as young as she is, she has one fine fucking ass. Plump, tanned cheeks, just begging to be bitten.

Her legs are silky smooth when I run my hands up them.

“Open your legs babydoll,” I tell her.

She does so immediately, and a little smile curves up my lips. So ready and willing.

My question earlier on whether she would be wet enough to take me is answered when I look at her thighs. They glisten with her arousal. Her musky scent teases my control and my mouth waters
.
“Did anyone had ever lick you... here?”

I ask as I lightly graze my fingers between her wet folds.

A little mew leaves her lips, and she rapidly shakes her head.

“No.”

Despite already guessing her answer, that one word has my cock twitching.

“Did  anyone’s hand  had touched down here?” I swirl the tip of my finger at her entrance.

“No,” she moans breathlessly.

“Not even yours?”

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t answer.

“Preeta,” I growl her name.

“Yes,” she answers quietly.

“I...I’ve touched myself before.”

My balls draw up, my cock so hard it’s painful.

“Did you touch yourself after your dream about me... huuh?”

Her head drops forward, and I look up and see her face is flaming.

“Yes,” she whispers.

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Freeze

Uff  isn't it the chapter hot....

1300+words

With lots of love
Sruthy😘