MG OS: Insatiable: Part3 Pg 38 - Page 13

Can we PLEASEEE have an update for this :D pretty please!

Originally posted by: humarapakistan

When are you updating?

I'll try to update tonight...but I am quite sick at the moment...still hopefully I'll be able to😃

wow..it was really fabulous.. i came across it now n sorry am not able to press like button as it is not working...but awesome OS..will be waiting for the next update

aww sanju you are sweetheart..
Cant wait...

Originally posted by: maan-ki-sanjana

I'll try to update tonight...but I am quite sick at the moment...still hopefully I'll be able to😃

Thanks and I hope you get well soon!

PART 2:

WARNING: 18+

His answer was to capture her lips with his and press her back against the cupboard.

Geet was shocked by Maan's impetuous act but then again he was Maan Singh Khurana and he did what he wanted when he wanted.

As always, from a single touch of his made Geet's heart race. The way his lips pressed hers wide open was sinful, not to mention the decadent feeling of his tongue invading her mouth. His demanding lips let no choice but for her succumb to her own desires.

This kiss held one singular message, possession. Maan Singh Khurana kissed his wife as if there would be no choice for her but to accept this burning desire between them. He was marking her as his, with no leeway.

This overwhelming need he felt for his wife was addictive as it was blissful. But today it was tinged with a sense of betrayal as he recalled her words.

He lifted her up and pulled her legs around his waist so that she was straddling him and pushed her further against the wall.

Geet gasped as she felt hands start to unzip her kurta, all the while continuing with this maddening kiss. His fingers caused her heart beat to go crazy as they pressed lower and lower down her back, rampantly exploring her body.

She felt the loss of his lips as he pulled away, only to nuzzle her below her ears. She sighed in pleasure as he kissed her jaw and her neck.

"Tell me you don't feel anything." His husky voice seduced her even further. "Deny that you don't want this as much as I do?"

Even with her desire hazed mind she was confused at what he was saying. Why would I not feel anything for him? But she only managed to murmur out "Maan" before grasping him even closer to herself.

The sound of his name on her lips as always was a heady aphrodisiac and he could barely contain himself. Letting out a growl, he whispered against her ears. "Do you know what you do to me? That every time I am near you, I lose myself in you."

Geet could feel her body burn as she listened to his words. But she couldn't manage a word, instead her breathing quickened to show the effect he had. Her eyes gazed at him under lid heavy with passion. The look on his face, full of desire only worsened her plight.

Being Maan Singh Khurana and someone with a thorough idea of his wife's clothes, it took a bare second for him to get rid of her salwar as well as the kurta and then brought her back to straddle him. For a moment he just stared at his beautiful wife. He mesmerised by the blush on her skin, the deep breaths she was taking and the slight tremor in her lips.

Geet felt so vulnerable in front of Maan as she stood nearly naked in front of him. It didn't matter that he was her husband for a year because the effect his one glance had on her was never going to change no matter how long she would be with him.

Wanting to get away from the torture of his gaze, she grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss. This kiss was a sign of mutual desire, with no pretence of holding back. She let her hands drop from his neck, confident that he would hold on to her and started to pull on his pant buckle.

Seeing her struggle with her endeavour, he put her down and took his pants off while Geet unbuttoned his shirt. She let her fingers trail down his toned abs, the perfect contours of his chest that rippled as he flexed while flinging the shirt away.

Maan swallowed hard as her inquisitive fingers trailed downwards but he stopped her by lifting her up again around his waist.

Geet's was again breathless as his fingers moved towards her core. With tantalizingly slow strokes he caused her whole body to shudder in pleasure. She tried to move against his fingers in an effort to relieve herself but his grip on her was like iron not allowing any movement.

He bent his head to capture her breast in his mouth. Through the silk material of her bra he suckled and nibbled at her hardened nipples. The feeling of the wet silk as well as his warm mouth was so helplessly blissful that she arch her body to give him better access.

He was like a mad man, not stopping neither giving her any respite. He let his tongue enter through the edge of bra, to stroke against her peak, just like his fingers were stroking her below.

Geet tried to muffle her screams against his shoulder as he entered her with his finger. He let the tempo increase, pulling back and entering her quicker. She clenched around his fingers as she finally reached her peak but he continued to torture her and prolonged her release.

Finally Geet's body calmed down, though she was panting and flushed. But she had a bare moment to relax before Maan thrust into her. He pinned her against the wall as he relentlessly entered her again and again. Like a mad man he couldn't get enough of her and he lost himself in her body.

Geet let her nails sink into his back as she tried to anchor herself against him. Almost impossibly her body started to shudder again, reaching her peak only within minutes of her previous one.

Maan buried his face in her hair as he gave the final thrust and muffled the scream from his release.

Both sated and panting, slid down against the wall. Geet shifted so that she was on Maan's lap and relaxed against him.

Maan patted Geet's hair, while letting his body recover from the marathon they had just done. Holding her close to him, he just savoured the feeling of having her close to him.

But he had forgotten that his wife was an inquisitive soul and not one to let go of things.

"Hmmm……that was a pleasant surprise." Geet mumbled in a tired voice. "What brought this on?"

Maan felt guilty as he thought about his initially reasoning. After their demonstration a few minutes ago, Maan knew that there must have been a misunderstanding but still he couldn't lie to his wife. "Ummm……well……you see I heard you talk to the girls downstairs?"

Geet was now confused, not understanding what he was saying. "What does that have to do with this?"

"Well….I heard you say that you put up with our love making because you feel obliged as you love me." Maan said tentatively, though another part of him was again disgruntled as he recalled her words.

"Obliged?" Geet was even more confused by his words. "I never said that! What do you…..ohhh." Geet's eyes widened as realization came.

She quickly stood up, all tiredness gone and fumed at her husband. "You little eavesdropper! We were talking about how obsessive you guys are about exercise. Not about your libido!"

She started to pace around the room in anger at his stupidity, while Maan was both apprehensive and amused by her. Maan Singh Khurana might have the worst temper known to mankind but when his Mishti decided to be angry it made even him shudder.

"Mishti…look it was a misunderstanding." He tried to pacify her but couldn't keep the amusement out of his face as he thought of what he had misunderstood.

But Get was still going on with her rant and further angered by his nonchalant reply. "Typical male behaviour, thinking with your…….well other body parts, not your brain. One track mind! Not everything revolves around that!"

"Well….not harm done." Maan wheedled her further, loving the angry flush on her cheeks. "After all I am your husband, so making love to you is far from the worst outcome. Indeed it was something we should repeat more often…..or very soon."

Geet chucked a pillow at his face. "You chauvinistic, sexist pig!"

Maan just laughed even more at his comments, not paying heed to the fuming woman in front of him.

"Come on, I am your husband." He pushed her even more, knowing that she hated his sexist comments. "I can make love to you anytime I want, its part of my husbandly rights."

This time Geet glared but slowly an evil grin spread across her face but she quickly covered it with a sombre look. "You are right. I guess as my husband you have that right."

Maan looked at her suspiciously, knowing that his wife wasn't one to give in that easily, but let her continue on.

"But the same applies to me." She smirked. "I can use…..oppps…I mean make love to you any time I want. It's my right as a wife."

"Of course." Maan nodded, with a wink. "I'll be only too willing to fulfil my duties."

Be careful what you wish for darling, Geet thought slyly.

awsome one sanjana... thanx a ton for updating even after being unwell...get well soon n take care...

cant wait for geetus revenge...lol

so what geet has instolled cant imagine