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Jane

“You’re my mate, Jane,” Vishal whispered softly, his voice full of love and tenderness. “There’s nothing about you that isn’t perfect to me.”

His words sent warmth spreading through my entire body. I had never felt so accepted, so cherished by anyone in my life. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I love you, mate,” he muttered. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

My heart raced. I felt his breath on my most intimate parts, and it drove me wild with desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped at the sensation. It was like nothing I had felt before.

“Hmmm… you taste incredible, honey,” he moaned. I was left speechless, my breath catching in my throat.

He inhaled deeply at my entrance, and this time, his mouth claimed me completely. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes over my clitoris, sending ripples of sensation racing through my entire body.

I arched my back, my fingers tangling in his hair. Vishal thrust his tongue deep inside me, pulling a cry from my lips. The sensation was overwhelming, completely new. No one had ever told me it could feel this good.

“Ahhh! Oh… Vishal,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

I tugged at his hair, my body trembling as waves of pleasure consumed me. My climax tore through me, and a breathless moan escaped my lips. “Ahhh…”

“You taste so good, darling,” he groaned against me. I collapsed back onto the bed, but Vishal’s tongue remained relentless, teasing and devouring. My chest heaved as anticipation coiled inside me. What would he do to me next?

“Vishal,” I whispered, my voice trembling as weakness spread through me. My body felt boneless beneath his touch, every nerve alight, surrendering completely to the sensations he gave me.

“Your cream tastes so sweet,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. His fingers found my hole, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.

I gasped, moaning louder as he pushed a finger deep inside me, sliding it in and out at a teasing rhythm that made my body quake with pleasure.

“Do you like it?” he murmured, his breath hot against me. “Do you like the way I finger-fuck you?”

“Yes—yes, right there!” I screamed, my voice breaking with pleasure. “Don’t stop!”

“Good, that’s what I want to hear,” he moaned. “Now moan louder for me.”

Vishal’s words ignited my desire even more. Every movement, and every touch sent shuddering waves of pleasure through me. His pace quickened, and I felt my climax rising, threatening to consume me.

He began to move his fingers rapidly, sending shocks of pleasure tearing through me. I moaned, begging him not to stop, commanding him to keep going.

My cries grew louder as the pressure inside me built higher and higher. Then, with a teasing smirk, he pulled his finger out and brought it to his lips, licking it slowly.

“Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!” My body shuddered violently as waves of pleasure coursed through me.

Vishal didn’t stop, relentless in his need to please me. Again and again, he teased and drove me higher, until every round of foreplay sent me spiraling into my peak.

He took his time before finally stopping. Then he rose to his feet and began stripping, never once taking his eyes off me. In his gaze, I saw a storm of emotions—lust, desire, and hunger.

He wanted me, every part of me. I couldn’t look away as he pulled off his pants, the outline of his arousal straining against the thin fabric of his briefs. When he slid those off too, I gasped, my breath catching at the sight of him fully revealed.

My mate stood before me in all his naked glory, every inch of him exuding dominance and desire. I shivered at the sight of his throbbing cock, my breath catching in my throat.

Could I possibly take him inside me? That thick, hard length looked more than ready to penetrate and devour me.

My eyes lingered on him, heat pooling between my thighs as I kept wondering how something so big could possibly fit inside me.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world faded away. His eyes burned into mine, filled with desire, daring me to answer.

My lips parted, but no words came. Instead, the heat in my body betrayed me, the ache between my thighs screaming the truth I was too breathless to say.

“Yes, I do,” I responded honestly. I couldn’t possibly deny it—I liked what I saw. His body was breathtaking, yet terrifying at the same time.

My eyes darted back to his hardness, throbbing and demanding, and my breath caught.

“Is that… thing going inside me?” I asked, shifting uneasily on the bed. “I’m scared. I don’t think that can enter me. There’s a chance I could die.”

He laughed at my words, the sound deep and teasing, as he moved closer to me. “Relax, baby girl. Look, it’s not scary.”

His voice dropped to a husky murmur, his eyes never leaving mine. Gently, he reached for my hand and guided it toward his hard length. “It’s yours,” he whispered. “Touch it.”

I touched his cock, feeling its hardness, the heat of it pulsing against my palm. My fingers curled around it, marveling at how firm it was. I held it tighter, then slowly began to move my hand along the length.

“You can see—it doesn’t bite, and it is going to fit perfectly,” he continued. “All you have to do is relax and allow me to do the job. I will take it slowly.”

“Won’t it hurt me?”

“No, I won’t make it hurt much. Trust me, baby,” he replied. “It is our first time doing this. Even if it’s my first time doing this, I will take it slowly.”

I whispered, “Okay. Don’t make it hurt.”

He positioned himself between my parted legs, his eyes burning into mine as if warning me of what was to come. He announced his intent in a low, husky voice before slowly pushing inside me. A sharp cry tore from my lips as pain shot through me.

“Oh my god! It hurts,” I screamed. “Remove it now.”

He caressed my hair gently and pressed his lips to mine, trying his best to ease my pain. When he attempted to enter me again, a sharp cry escaped, and I screamed in pain.

My eyes watered, and tears spilled down the sides of my face. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered softly.

He stopped moving, leaning closer as his tongue brushed against my cheeks, licking away the tears. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

I wrapped my hand around his neck. “It’s not your fault. We both want this,” I whispered. “I’m not feeling any pain anymore. You can try now.”

He began moving gently inside me. It hurt at first, and I bit my lip against the sting, but soon the pain eased, replaced by a warmth that surged through my body.

Pleasure began to unfurl within me, making me feel alive, bound to him in a way I couldn’t describe. The pain slowly melted away, leaving only the connection between us.

“Vishal.” His name rolled like a moan out of my mouth. “Please, faster.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned loudly. A high wave of pleasure washed over me. He groaned and moaned alongside me.

“Do you like it?” he growled. “Mate.”

“Yes, yes, Vi! Yes, just like that.” My voice broke with need as he lifted my leg and drove into me harder.

Vishal kept hitting that sweet spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back the whines that escaped my lips.

I kept begging for more, desperate and undone beneath him. He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how to move, hitting the perfect spot every time.

“Jane! Oh, baby! You’re so sweet,” he howled. Our moans filled the room, tangled together in the air.

The harder he fucked me, the louder the bed creaked beneath us, and for a moment I feared it might break.

Each powerful thrust dragged me closer to bliss. He grabbed my breast, squeezing it firmly, and his pace quickened—his heavy grunts rumbling from deep within him, each one thick with pleasure.

Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a rhythm of passion and need. My nails dug into his back as he thrust deeper, hitting spots inside me I never knew existed. My breath came in short gasps, and my body trembling with intensity.

“Oh, baby!” he screamed in pleasure.

“Ahhhh! Vi.” I cried out.

“Jane,” he groaned, his voice filled with raw emotion. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Me neither,” I whispered. “Let’s do it together.”

With one final, powerful thrust, we both reached the peak of our pleasure. I felt the rush of ecstasy wash over me, and my body convulsing in delight. Vishal let out a deep, primal growl as he released, filling me completely.

We stayed locked together, our breaths heavy, our bodies entwined. Slowly, he eased out of me and pulled me into his arms, holding me close.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

I smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. “It was. I never knew it could be like this.”

Vishal stroked my hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You’re mine, Jane. Forever.”

“Forever,” I echoed.