LOGINSakshi knew coming was terrible from the moment she walked into the party. The music was too loud for her, and she felt like she was running out of air, but she had to do this for her best friend. It was Farzeen's book launch after-party, and Sakshi knew she would be so pissed if she didn't show up.
She looked around, found a place to sit, and sipped the wine in her glass every second. Looking at her time, she shook her head. Events never began at the scheduled time, and she never understood why, not like she cared. Just one picture with Farzeen, and she would be out of there.
"Is this seat taken?"
Sakshi turned to reply to the male voice and got the shock of her life. In front of her was Sunil Yash, the man she had spent her late teens and early twenties with. His expression mirrored hers, and they greeted each other.
"I can't believe you are here." He said, taking the seat even without getting her response. "My God, Sakshi, you look so good."
She thanked him and smiled. He was dashing in his grey tuxedo and black tie, looking like a royal prince from England, and Sakshi didn't know why, but was grateful she wore one of her finest dresses.
"How's your family?" He began, and they slowly engaged in a discussion. Even though Sakshi didn't want to, she listened attentively and struggled to keep the conversation alive. She found out he was still unmarried and focusing on business, and she felt so uncomfortable when he asked about her husband.
The truth was that Sakshi and the man seated just by her side had a very wild history, and she couldn't express her feelings because she was married. Her father's influence had arranged her marriage with Kapil, and she undoubtedly loved him. With his good looks and status, who wouldn't? But what she and Sunil had was so much different. It resulted from love, fun, intimacy, years of building together, and a strong, clear connection.
That was, of course, her pre-marital side.
When she complained of how much the noise disturbed her, he suggested they go outside. They talked some more, and she decided she was going home, so she called Kapil and asked, but he informed her he was working late and would be home in an hour.
"It's okay; I'll just take an Uber home."
"By this time of the night?" Sunil asked when she dropped the call. "Come on, and I'll drive you home." He said.
"You don't have to," she politely refused, but Sunil wasn't the one to take no for an answer, and after a bit of debate, she was in his car heading home.
He looked at her from time to time as he drove. "You look happy and beautiful as always," he complimented. She said thanks and kept her face on the streets, but he wanted to be done. "I was hurt when you left." His voice sounded dead.
"Sunil, please..." She began protesting but stopped as her gaze met his, but his eyes were on her lips, and she remembered that look, the hungry look he gave her every time he wanted to rip her apart.
"I'll stop here," she said.
"We're here already?" He asked, looking puzzled.
"It is fine, and I'm all good." She said, and he navigated to the side of the road and pulled the car to a stop. "Thank you for the ride," she said and made to open the car door when his hand stopped her.
"Nothing has changed between us, and you know it."
She said no word in response and instead attempted to open the car door, realising it was locked. She looked at him in horror, and he started back, his mind occupied with all the dirty things he could do to her.
"I need to go. Open the door." She requested, but he kept mute, and when she turned to yell at him, he ducked his head in and placed his lips on hers.
He never forgot how she tasted. It wasn't different, just a little spicier, but she pulled away as quickly as he had gone in for that kiss, making him mad. Before Sakshi could speak, he drew her hands to the swell between his legs.
Her gasp was loud, and her eyes went to him. She was in total shock. He held her gaze firmly while unbuttoning his fly and letting out his member. At this moment, she noticed his big erect long cock. She blinked multiple times as she swallowed. A current swept through her entire body. She had never seen such a colossal dick ever in her life. Her husband's cock was much smaller than this giant cock. Her soft hands were caressing his huge fat cock, which sprang out in full erection. He watched her as her eyes grew wide in size and width. She caught his cock in her hand lovingly. She lovingly caressed his penis as he gave her more access.
"I'm hungry for you." He groaned as she felt him. "I want you." He pressed.
"No… No, I can't do this." She jerked as if something had just come over her. "I want to leave. Please, Sunil, let me out."
His grip on her hands tightened, and she cried softly in resistance. "Don't fight it, stop fighting it!" his voice was a little higher than he intended, and as an apology, he rubbed his hand on her breast, pulling her nipple through the soft fabric. She went numb and had stopped speaking, although her body remained stiff.
Her eyes showed weakness, and before she could gather herself back, he pulled her head down towards his erect manhood and guided her lips onto it. She froze as her mouth made contact with him, and he wasted no time pressing her head repeatedly till she let go. He played with her breasts as she sucked him, slowly at first, and with his urges and constant tugging on her nipple, he heard her muffled moan, and he knew he had won. She began licking him fervently till he came in her mouth. He gave her no chance to get air as he lifted her and made her sit on him, her two legs by his side.
She got so excited that without thinking anything, she encircled her arms around his neck and put her hot lips on his lips in such a forced manner that automatically, her tongue probed inside his mouth. Then the volcano erupted. They kissed and explored their tongues frantically, like crazy young lovers meeting after a long time.
He pressed her breasts. His cock was brushing against her fingers. It got stimulated further. She caressed his hands. She also exerted pressure on his hands, which were cupping her breasts. He further increased the force of his hands on her breasts. He started squeezing them.
Sakshi sighed sexily, "Ooohhhh... Sunil... oh yes...we shouldn't be doing this."
He pulled away from his tie, undid his shirt buttons, and immediately enclosed her lips with his. Not long, Sunil was rising under her again, and he could feel himself stretch with every touch, even though they held a little resistance, but he couldn't stop, didn't want to. He loosened the rope of her dress tied behind her neck and watched the red fabric collapse before his eyes. Her breasts fell with them, and he went crazy. His hands came on them instantly, and he rubbed and caressed and squeezed while she ran her hands through his crazy hair.
"No, Sunil, I can't," she said. She looked scared and tried to pull away, but he didn't have it.
He pulled his lips from hers and took them to her right breast, and she released her first moan. Her voice sparked whatever feeling he was trying to suppress and let them out, he sucked her stiff pink peak, and she threw her hair back, slamming it into the steering, causing the horn to sound. Slowly, he felt her reluctance ease, and she was soon lost in his touch.
He quickly guided her out of it with his hand but didn't let go of her nipple. She twisted in his arms, and he smiled. She was never steady during sex, always moving, constantly communicating with her body.
Her nipple was rigid in his mouth, and he let it go with a pop sound. He stopped to look at her; her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open, and her dress was in a pool around her waist.
Her eyes flashed open, and they looked hungry. They pleaded for him. His right hand went beneath the folds of her gown, and pushing her panties aside, he made his hand inside her dripping cave. He saw her blink hard and swallow before his left palm returned to its place under her left breast; she whimpered when he took it and began rolling her nipple while he moved his finger slowly within her.
"Sunil, we shouldn't be doing this." She whispered. Her voice was drowned in desire, and he knew there was no going back.
In reply, he drove his fingers deeper within her, and she whimpered even louder. Her hips began moving, and her moans increased. However, she struggled to keep them under control, given their environment.
She was soon gasping in excitement as her hips rocked against his fingers continuously; her moans were so loud, and he kissed her to silence her as he replaced his fingers with his hard rod.
They moved against each other in wild strokes, gentle strokes, and wild strokes again, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, her gaze on his, her breasts bouncing with every jerk of her hips, her eyes dark in a playful way and her lower lip tucked underneath her teeth.
He grabbed her round ass and gave her the ride of her life, striking deeper until she came all over his car seat, her scream piercing the quiet night.
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