Chapter 7: Drunken trophy
That's it," he growled, his voice raw and fractured, his hips establishing a slow, deep rhythm that was entirely its own form of torture. "Just let it feel good." His thumb found my clit again, his touch now a precise, cruel magic that sent bolts of lightning straight through the lingering burn. The dual sensations warred inside me—the deep, internal stretch of my ass accommodating his thick cock and the external, electric friction on my most sensitive nerve. "You're taking me so deep," he breathed into my ear, his praise a dark, addictive balm. "Deeper than she does." My body convulsed around him, a sharp, involuntary clench that made him groan. "Fuck, yes, squeeze my cock just like that." I was losing myself, the sharp edges of pain softening into a pervasive, overwhelming fullness that demanded surrender. His pace quickened, the slow, grinding thrusts becoming more assertive, each one punching a soft, wet sound from my lips. The initial searing agony had transmuted into a heavy, throbbing ache that bloomed into something else with every drag of his shaft. "I can't..." I gasped, my head dropping forward, my knuckles white on the chair. "You can," he insisted, his hand leaving my clit to grip my hair, pulling my head back to arch my spine. "You're going to come on my cock in this tight little ass."
The violation was complete, a searing fullness that stole my breath. "No, wait, Jiju, I'm not—" I choked out, but his hand clamped over my mouth, smothering the protest. He drove deeper, a brutal, unyielding thrust that buried every thick inch inside my clutching, unprepared heat. "Shhh, just take it," he rasped, his breath hot and foul with whiskey against my ear. "Your sister... she loves this little challenge at first." The comparison was a slap, a twisted provocation that made my stomach lurch. Pain blossomed into a sharp, bright agony, a tearing sensation that made tears spring to my eyes. I tried to buck him off, my muscles screaming in protest, but he held my hips firm, his grip like iron. "Bear it for me," he grunted, his rhythm becoming a relentless, punishing piston. "Show me you can take what she takes." My fingers, scrambling for purchase, found the heavy, tight sac between his legs and I squeezed, not in passion, but in a desperate, clawing attempt to regain some control. A guttural groan ripped from his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure-pain. "Yes, hold them," he panted, his thrusts gaining a new, frantic edge. "Fuck, Nupur... I love you." The words, raw and unexpected, shattered my resistance more effectively than any pain. "I love you, Jiju," I sobbed, the confession torn from me as the pain began to mutate, transforming into a deep, shocking wave of pleasure. His other hand found my clit, his thumb working in rough, perfect circles against the swollen nub. The dual assault was unbearable, his cock spearing my ass while his fingers lit a fire at my core. I was coming apart, my body convulsing around his invading length, a raw, screaming climax tearing through me. "That's it, come on my cock," he snarled, pounding into me with final, brutal strokes as my world dissolved into white-hot sensation.
His weight collapsed onto me, a damp, shuddering anchor pinning me to the chair as he emptied himself deep inside, each pulse of his cock a startling, intimate invasion that wrenched another muted whimper from my throat. I felt utterly split open, raw and used, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of a climax that felt more like a seizure. “Jesus,” he slurred, his mouth wet and slack against my shoulder, his breathing ragged wreckage in the quiet room.
He stayed sheathed inside me for a long minute, the throbbing fullness a constant, shocking reminder of where he was, a place I’d never imagined. Then, with a soft, wet sound that made me flinch, he slipped out. A cold, empty ache immediately flooded the space he left behind, followed by a sticky, trickling sensation down my thigh.
“Fuck,” he murmured, almost to himself, and I felt his fingers, tentative now, brush the sore, stretched skin of my asshole. I jerked away from the touch, the tenderness so acute it stole my breath. “Easy,” he said, his voice returning from some distant, brutal place to something resembling my Jiju.
He turned me slowly in the chair, his eyes avoiding mine, focusing instead on the messy evidence of what we’d done glistening on my skin and his cock. The lamp’s glow now felt interrogating, laying bare the furious red marks his grip had left on my hips, the tear-tracks on my cheeks. “Nupur,” he began, but his words faltered, drowned by the city’s indifferent hum outside the window.
He reached for his discarded trousers, fumbling for his cigarettes, the casual routine of it feeling like a profound betrayal. The scratch of the lighter was absurdly loud. He took a long drag, the smoke curling between us, a hazy barrier.
I knew I had to cool him down slowly, to keep him here in this tangled web we’d spun. “My virgin gaand loved your wonderful lund, Jiju,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, watching his profile. “It’s not as practiced as Swati’s gaand, but it’s tighter, right?” He glanced at me, his eyes dark. “My mamme are younger than hers,” I continued, pressing on, my words filthy anchors. “And my other two holes are untouched, waiting just for you, anytime you want to cheat on her.”
He exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing a fraction. “You liked taking it up your ass, you dirty little thing?” he asked, his voice low. “I loved it,” I lied, the truth more complicated. “I want you to fuck all three of my holes whenever you visit the city, to leave Swati thinking of work while you’re drowning in my cunt.” I reached out, tracing the vein on his soft, spent lund. “This perfect cock belongs in my virgin places now, not just in her worn-out ones.” He was listening, cooling, ensnared. “Promise me,” I breathed, the final, most vulgar plea. “Promise you’ll fuck my tight, new gaand again before you go back to her.”
my jiju about my nangi body. my mamme, my gaand, my chut. I love it and encourage him. he pushes inside once and then makes me say something dirty. repeats it 20 times. each time we both talk dirty and vulgar. we also loves me, kisses me, bites me, pinches me, with each thrust. makes me also return and I do it without backing away.
but my jiju is real dirty talker. long fuck. all the time we are talking dirty. his stopping after each thrusts is making it long and we are far from cumming.