Her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft. It was hot and heavy in her hand, the skin like velvet over steel. A single, pearly drop of precum had already beaded at the tip. She leaned forward, her long hair brushing his thighs, and let her tongue dart out, catching that salty-sweet drop.

Holy shit.

The taste of him exploded on her tongue, a primal, masculine flavor that sent a jolt straight to her own core. Her cunt clenched, instantly wet. She moaned, the sound muffled against his flesh.

“Your taste… fuck, it drives me crazy,” she breathed, her hot breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. She didn’t tease for long. Opening her mouth, she took the broad head of his cock inside, her lips stretching around his girth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, lapping at the slit, coaxing out more of his essence. She loved the way his stomach muscles tightened, the way his hips gave a tiny, involuntary jerk.

“Yeah, Shivangi… just like that,” he groaned, his voice strained. One of his hands came down, tangling gently in her hair, not forcing, just guiding.

Emboldened, she took him deeper, relaxing her throat as she pushed herself down his length. The feeling of him hitting the back of her throat made her eyes water, but she pushed through it, craving the sensation of being completely filled by him. She pulled back, saliva slicking his shaft, then plunged down again, establishing a rhythm.

Suck. Lick. Swallow.

Her world narrowed to this: the musky scent of his skin, the taste of his precum on her lips, the feeling of his cock throbbing in her mouth, the sounds of his ragged breathing and her own wet, filthy noises. She was a woman possessed, all her focus on milking every bit of pleasure from him.

“You have no idea what your mouth feels like,” he gritted out, his fingers flexing in her hair. “So fucking warm. So goddamn wet. You take my dick so well, like you were fucking made for it.”

His dirty talk fueled her. She redoubled her efforts, using one hand to pump the base of his cock while her mouth worked the top. Her other hand fondled his balls, rolling the heavy weights in her palm, applying just enough pressure to make him curse.

“I’m going to fuck your face, baby. Is that what you want?” he grunted, his control starting to fray.

She answered by looking up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, and taking him all the way to the root until her nose was buried in the rough hair at his base. She held him there for a second, her throat muscles fluttering around the intrusion, before pulling back, gasping for air, a string of spit connecting her lips to his glistening cock.

“Do

“Do it,” she panted, her voice hoarse, eyes locked on his with a mix of defiance and desperate need. “Fuck my mouth. Use me. I want to feel you lose control.” Her words were a challenge, a submission, and a promise all at once, and they sent a shiver down his spine. She wanted to be claimed, to be owned in the most primal way, and the thought of it made his cock throb harder between her lips.

Harshad didn’t hesitate. His fingers tangled deeper in her hair, gripping her firmly but not painfully, and he pulled her head back just enough to watch her face as he began to move. His hips thrust forward, sliding his cock deeper into her throat until she gasped around him, her throat muscles fluttering wildly. “You asked for this,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Now take it like the fucking good girl you are.”

Shivangi moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his length, driving him wild. She didn’t fight it, didn’t pull away—instead, she relaxed her throat and let him use her however he wanted. Her hands gripped his thighs for balance, her nails digging into his skin as he picked up the pace. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth filled the room, each one sending waves of heat through her body. She could feel her own arousal pooling between her legs, the friction of her thighs rubbing together only adding to the ache.

Harshad’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared the edge. “Fuck, Shivangi… your mouth is too goddamn good,” he groaned, his voice cracking with the intensity of his pleasure. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her lips stretched around his cock, her mascara smudged from the tears that had escaped when he hit the back of her throat. She was a fucking vision, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

She looked up at him through hooded eyes, her gaze dripping with lust and submission. Her tongue swirled around the base of his shaft every time he pulled back, teasing him in the most maddening way. When he thrust forward again, she took him all the way to the hilt, her nose pressed against his pelvis, and held him there, her throat muscles spasming around him. He let out a guttural curse, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt himself teetering on the brink of release.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, his grip on her hair tightening. “Make me come. Make me fucking lose it.” His words were a command, a plea, and a promise all rolled into one, and Shivangi obeyed without hesitation. She sucked him harder, faster, her mouth and hand working in perfect sync to drive him over the edge. And when he finally came, it was with a roar that echoed through the flat, his release spilling into her mouth as she swallowed every last drop.

That was all the permission he needed. His grip in her hair tightened, and he began to move her head on his cock, setting a rougher, more demanding pace. He wasn’t gentle, and she loved it. She loved the helpless feeling, the raw power he exerted. Each thrust went deeper, hitting a rhythm that was purely animalistic.

“You’re such a good fucking cocksucker,” he praised, his voice a raw growl. “Look at you, on your knees, loving every inch of my dick.”

The slap of his skin against her lips, the guttural sounds he made, the sheer vulgarity of it all sent waves of heat crashing through her. She could feel her own wetness soaking through her panties. She was doing this. She was making this incredible man come completely undone with just her mouth.

She could feel the telltale tension coiling in him, the way his balls drew up tight. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate.

“I’m close, Shivangi… so fucking close. Where do you want it?” he managed to ask, the words strained.

She pulled off his cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and slick. She looked him dead in the eye, her own desire a wildfire. “In my mouth. I want to swallow every fucking drop.”

She took him back in, deep, and that was it. With a ragged shout that echoed off the flat’s walls, his orgasm ripped through him. His hips slammed forward, holding himself deep as the first hot, salty pulse hit the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, not wasting a drop, milking his shaft with her hand as he emptied himself into her. The taste was intense, overwhelming, and she fucking loved it. She loved the primal satisfaction of taking his release, of feeling his big body shudder and tremble above her.

When the last spasm faded, she gently released him, licking him clean with slow, tender passes of her tongue before leaning back on her heels. She looked up at him, a smug, satisfied smile playing on her bruised lips.

Harshad was breathless, chest heaving, staring down at her with a kind of dazed, fucked-out awe. He slowly sank to his knees in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.

“You are… fucking incredible,” he breathed, his thumb stroking her cheek.

He leaned in and kissed her, deep and slow, tasting himself on her tongue. The kiss was tender, a stark contrast to the raw sex of moments before. When he pulled back, his dark eyes held a new, intense heat.

"My turn," he said, his voice dropping to a low, promising whisper that sent shivers down her spine. His dark eyes burned with a hunger that matched her own, and she could see the raw intensity of his need reflected in them. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, "You were so fucking good, Shivangi. Now let me show you how much I appreciate it."

His hands moved to her waist, gripping her firmly as he stood and pulled her up with him. She felt small but powerful in his arms, her body pressed tightly against his. His lips found hers in a searing kiss, slow and deliberate, yet filled with an underlying urgency that made her knees weak. She could taste herself on his tongue, a reminder of what she had just done for him, and it only deepened her arousal.

Breaking the kiss, Harshad trailed his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hands slid under her blouse, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breasts, teasing her through the fabric of her bra. "I’ve been waiting all day to touch you like this," he admitted, his voice rough with desire. "Every time I looked at you on set, I imagined what was underneath this pretty little outfit. And now… now I get to take it off you."

Shivangi let out a soft moan as his fingers unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands cupped her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, and she arched into his touch. "Harshad…" she breathed, her voice trembling with need. He responded by lowering his head, taking one peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it in a way that made her gasp. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure straight to her core.

His other hand slid down her body, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt and finding the soaking wet material of her panties. "You’re so fucking wet for me," he growled against her skin, his fingers teasing her through the fabric before slipping inside. Shivangi cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to stroke her, matching the rhythm of his mouth on her breast.

"Feels so good," shivangi panted, her hips moving against his hand. "Don’t stop… please don’t stop."

Harshad chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. "Oh, I’m not stopping," he promised, his voice thick with lust. "Not until you’re screaming my name."