Her fingers worked quickly, fumbling with his belt buckle, then the button of his jeans. The zipper came down with a rough, metallic rasp. She didn’t bother pulling them down all the way, just shoved them low enough on his hips to free him.

And there he was. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, a masterpiece of raw masculinity that made her mouth water. It was already glistening at the tip, a bead of pre-come glinting under the dim light of the alley. The sheer size of it sent a thrill of fear and anticipation through her, a delicious mix of dread and desire. She’d felt it before—that first time in his flat, when she’d taken him into her mouth and realized just how much of him there was to take. But seeing it now, in this filthy, forbidden space, made it feel even more potent, more dangerous.

Her breath hitched as she stared at the monstrous length of him, her lips parting involuntarily. It’s so fucking big, she thought, her pulse quickening. She could already imagine the way it would stretch her lips wide, the way her jaw would ache as she tried to take more and more of him. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to moisten them, and the sight of it made him groan low in his throat.

“Look at you,” Harshad muttered, his voice rough with need. His hand tangled in her hair, not forcing, but guiding. “Down on your knees, staring at my cock like it’s the only thing that matters.” He let out a dark chuckle, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust forward. “And maybe it is, huh? Maybe all you care about right now is getting this dick back in your pretty mouth.”

Shivangi didn’t respond with words. Instead, she leaned forward, her breath ghosting over his sensitive skin, watching the way he shivered at the heat of it. She ran her tongue along the underside, from root to tip, collecting the bead of moisture that had gathered there. The taste of him was intoxicating—salt and musk and something uniquely his. She savored it, letting her tongue linger for a moment before pulling back to look up at him.

His eyes were wild, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “You’re fucking killing me,” he growled, his grip on her hair tightening just slightly. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

She didn’t need the encouragement. She opened her mouth and took him in, slowly, letting her saliva ease the way. Her lips stretched around his girth, and the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. She hollowed her cheeks, applying a tight, steady pressure as she sank down, down, until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she forced herself to relax her jaw, to take more of him, to give him everything he craved.

And then she did what she knew would drive him wild: she moaned around him, the vibration rippling through his cock and drawing a strangled curse from his lips. “Fuck, Shivangi,” he rasped, his hips twitching forward as if he couldn’t help himself. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

The praise sent a jolt of pride through her, mingling with the lust that already burned deep in her belly. She pulled back slightly, savoring the weight of him on her tongue before sinking down again, her rhythm steady and unrelenting. This wasn’t just about pleasing him anymore—it was about proving that she could handle every inch of him, that she could make him lose control completely. And as she watched him unravel above her, she knew she was winning.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. She watched him shudder. “You’re so fucking big. I love how you feel stretching my lips wide open.”

She didn’t make him wait. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside, from root to tip, collecting the bead of moisture there. She savored his taste, his low, guttural moan.

“Yeah, just like that,” he choked out, one hand tangling in her hair, not pushing, just holding on.

She opened her mouth and took him in, slowly, letting her saliva ease the way. She hollowed her cheeks, applying a tight, steady pressure as she sank down, down, until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Her eyes watered, but she relaxed her jaw, willing herself to take more.

“Fuck, Shivangi, your mouth is so good,” he rasped, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust.

She pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. “You like that? You like how my warm, wet mouth feels on your hard dick?”

“I love it. I fucking love it. Don’t stop.”

She dove back down, setting a rhythm now. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, working him in tandem with her mouth. The other hand crept up, under her dress, her own fingers finding her swollen clit through the soaked fabric of her panties. The dual sensation of pleasing him and touching herself was overwhelming.

The sounds were obscene: her wet, sucking noises, his ragged breathing, the soft, slick sound of her fingers on her own cunt. She looked up at him, meeting his blazing dark eyes as she took him deep, letting her throat relax until her nose was buried in the coarse hair at his base.

His groan was long and drawn out. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna fucking come in your pretty mouth.”

She moaned in response, the vibration making his legs tremble. She quickened her pace, her hand stroking faster, her mouth working him relentlessly. She was his, completely, in this filthy alley, and the thought sent her own pleasure skyrocketing.

His grip on her hair tightened. “Shivangi… I’m…”

His release was explosive. A hot, salty jet hit the back of her throat. She swallowed desperately, taking every last pulse of him, her own body clenching around her fingers as a silent orgasm ripped through her. She milked him with her lips until he was sensitive and shaking, until he gently pulled her to her feet.

He crushed her against him, his kiss tasting of her, of him, of them. “You are fucking incredible,” he breathed against her lips, his voice raw with awe and satisfaction. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and reverent, as if reminding himself that she was real, that this moment wasn’t some fevered dream. The heat of his touch seared through the thin fabric of her dress, and she melted into him, her body still trembling from the intensity of what they’d just shared.

“I’ve never had anyone take me like that,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, gently tilting her face up to meet his gaze. There was something primal in his eyes, a mix of pride and hunger that made her knees weak. “You’re fucking perfect, Shivangi. Your mouth, your hands, the way you look at me when I’m inside you—it’s like you were made for me.”

She shivered at his words, her own desire flaring anew despite the exhaustion that clung to her limbs. Her fingers twisted in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush against one another. “I wanted to make you lose control,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “I wanted to see you come undone because of me.”

“You did,” he growled, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. “And now I need to return the favor.” His hand slid down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her slightly so she could feel the hardness that was already growing again between them. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The promise in his voice sent a thrill through her, and a wicked smile curved her lips. “Good,” she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest to the waistband of his jeans. “Because I’m not done with you either.” She pressed herself against him, letting him feel the damp heat between her thighs. “Take me home, Harshad. Show me how much I drive you crazy.”

He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he kissed her again, deep and hungry. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Before I end up taking you right here against this wall.”

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she grabbed his hand and led him out of the alley. The night air was cool against her flushed skin, but all she could focus on was the heat radiating from him, the promise of what was to come. Her heart pounded in rhythm with their hurried footsteps, the sound of their breathing mingling with the distant hum of the city. She glanced up at him, catching the predatory look in his eyes, and a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. He’s not done with me, she thought, her lips curving into a sly smile. And I’m not done with him.

As they reached his car, he yanked the door open and guided her inside with a possessiveness that made her pulse quicken. His hands lingered on her waist for a moment longer than necessary, his thumb brushing against the curve of her hip. “You’re going to pay for what you just did,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. It wasn’t a threat—it was a promise, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She leaned back in the seat, her legs parting slightly as she met his gaze with unflinching desire. “I hope so,” she replied, her voice dripping with challenge.

The engine roared to life, but neither of them seemed to notice. Harshad’s hand found her thigh, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles high up on her bare skin. The touch was electric, sending waves of heat pooling between her legs. She bit her lip, her breath hitching as his fingers inched higher, teasing the edge of her soaked panties. “You’re already wet for me,” he observed, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Even after everything I just made you take.” She didn’t deny it; instead, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. “You make it impossible not to be,” she whispered, her tone a mix of confession and provocation.

The drive was a blur of tension and anticipation, both of them too caught up in the intensity of their desire to speak. Shivangi kept her hand on his thigh, her nails digging in every time his fingers wandered too close to where she needed him most. By the time they pulled into the driveway of his flat, she was practically trembling with need. He killed the engine and turned to her, his dark eyes burning with hunger. “Get inside,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. But she didn’t move—not right away. Instead, she leaned closer, her lips hovering just inches from his. “Make me,” she dared, her voice sultry and defiant.

He growled low in his throat, and in one swift motion, he was out of the car and pulling her out with him. His kiss was desperate, his hands roaming over her body as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She clung to him, her fingers clawing at his back as he backed her up against the car door. “You’re fucking insatiable,” he muttered against her lips, his breath hot and uneven. “And I’m going to make sure you remember tonight for a long, long time.” Her laugh was breathless, almost giddy with anticipation. “I’m counting on it,” she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

This wasn’t just a fling anymore, she realized as they stumbled toward the entrance of his flat, their bodies already tangled together. This was something more—something dangerous, something addicting. And as he fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking with need, she knew she was ready to dive in headfirst. This is where we both lose control, she thought, her heart racing. And for the first time in a long time, she felt truly alive.