At That Moment ✔

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25th April 2023

KARAN'S POV

We may have started this when she was innocent, but
her vixen side is showing. When she leaves this room
tonight, she’ll be fully mine.
Her shirt gets dropped to the floor and her hands
brazenly fall to her sides. I almost fall to my knees when
she reveals her gorgeous plump tits.

I close the gap between us and reach up to tweak a nipple. Her breath hitches and she releases a moan with her exhale.

“These have tempted me so fucking much the last few
days,”

I murmur as I dip my head and flick my tongue
across one tip.

“I regret not exploring them Friday night, something I plan to rectify right now.”

Cupping the bottom of both, I lift one and take her nipple between my lips and suck hard. Her whimpers fill my ears and her fingers tunnel in my hair, gripping the strands tight. It only makes me suck harder. I move to the next and give it the same treatment.

As much as I want to pay homage to her breasts for the
next half hour, we don’t have a lot of time. I’m already
risking it by being here. I need to make the most of our
time alone.

I let her tits go and lift my head. Sliding my hand
through her hair, I grab a handful and tilt her head back. I
kiss her hungrily, slashing my tongue with hers, wishing I
had the right to do this any time I wanted, anywhere I wanted.

I pull back a moment later and whisper against her ear,

“On your knees, baby.”

Her eyes flare and fill with need. I fucking love that she
wants her mouth filled with my cock. No man has ever
touched her pussy, so I know I’ll be the first one to fuck her
mouth, too. ...I’ll be the one to give her all of her firsts. And all of her lasts....

I take a step back, giving her room to get to her knees.
My eyes follow her down and find hers are laser focused on
the bulge in my jeans.

“Take out my cock, Preeta,” I grunt.

She does so, and I don’t miss the slight shaking of her hands as she carefully pulls down the zipper.
Is it because she’s nervous? Or because she’s anticipating what’s to come next?

Grabbing the side of my jeans, she begins pulling them
down, taking my briefs with them. She inhales sharply
when my cock springs free, and that blessed tongue peeks
out again.

Wrapping my fingers around the base of my cock, I point
the tip at her lips. A pearly drop of precum clings to the
slit.

“Lick it,” I growl.

Her warm breath fans across me first before her tongue
darts out and she tentatively licks away the drop. Gritting
my teeth, I fight back the need to force my cock between
her lips and fuck the holy hell out of her mouth.

“More.”

My voice comes out a raspy growl.

“Suck me into your mouth. I want to feel the back of your throat
strangling the head.”

She peeks up at me, her eyes hooded and her pretty face
full of want. Resting her hands on my thighs, she leans
forward with her mouth open, and I guide my cock inside.
I groan and nearly lose my shit when she doesn’t just
suck me into her mouth. She does so until I hit the back of
her throat. I don’t know if she does it on purpose or if it’s
her reflexes, but her muscles tighten around the head of
my cock.