FF: Solid Soul Part XXI / PG 66 - Page 23

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Dear all,

Sorry for the delay. As I penned the Shyam show down, many of you requested a continuation of Khushi and Arnav burning the sheets. Here is the bonus chapter as requested and it is in line with the current " Humein Koi Farak Nahi Padta" theme.

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CHAPTER XV

He had woken up feeling very refreshed and energetic. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own searching for Khushi. And then he saw her coming out of the bathroom. Unaware of him being awake, Khushi grabbed the discarded saree and started to drape it. And that he would not have it. He stealthily grabbed her from behind, tugged the saree out of her hands, picked her up and moved back towards the bed. Her eyes were in askance, but he was in no mood to talk. He dropped her on to the bed and followed on top of her. Keeping her pinned to the bed, he attacked her front closures of the blouse and swept his arms around her back to tackle the bra hooks.

Unlike the candle light, the bright morning light magnified her perfectly formed curves. The full rounded breasts were capped with coral areoles and buds. Under his keen gaze he watched them tighten and beckon him. Her arms had come to ward him off. But he would not have it. He held both her wrists in one hand and pinned them over her head causing those rounded mounds to jiggle. The temptation had been too hard to resist, he swooped down and opened his mouth wide taking in the entire areole into his mouth. He had sucked strongly. As his mouth savored her nipple, his hands reacquainted himself to all the valleys and contours while his eyes took in all the sights. His olfactory senses memorized her unique scent while her moans were music to his ears. The strong suction had her moving sinuously against him. He ripped open her petticoat and underwear out his way to get to the prized center. He parted those soft curls to stroke the plump moist pink folds. He put his thumb on the throbbing center of the quivering flesh causing Khushi to clamp his hand between her thighs and moan. He used his right knee to gently part the thighs, and used his right thigh to immobilize her left thigh. He had then clamped his left hand to immobilize her left thigh. He had eased three fingers into her pulsating flesh.

Khushi: Yeh aap kar rahen hain? (What are you doing?)

Arnav: Kya kar raha hoon? Matlab - Bas choo hi to raha hoon. Aur mujhe laga ki, jo main kar raha hoon, tumhe accha lag raha hai, hain na Khushi? (What do you mean? What am I doing? I am just touching you. And you are enjoying whatever I am doing ' aren't you? )

He had flicked one his fingers a few times, causing her breath to hitch and her body to wriggle. He had stopped stroking and she had stopped writhing. He knew if he had continued his stroking, she would have come too soon. He withdrew all his fingers and reared up and cupped her face in his hands and took possession of her lips. He swallowed her protest and used his tongue to stroke her upper palate. He then positioned himself at her center and used his stiff staff to stroke her center and watched her expressions with a smirk on his face.

Arnav: Accha lag raha hai na (You like it don't you?)

Khushi: Chodiye humein (Let go of me)

Arnav: Chod doon? Soch lo, chod doonga to wapas nahi aaoonga. (If I let you go, I won't come back again)

He had pushed his staff partially into her and stopped moving further.

Khushi: Mat aaeeye, humein koi farak nahi padta. (It doesn't matter to me)

Her words had caused him to withdraw himself completely. He rubbed himself against her inner thigh and belly.

Arnav: Accha to tumhe koi farak nahi padta? Lekin mujhe to lagta hai tumhe bahut farak padta hai. (Oh it does not matter to you. But I think it matters to you too much)

Khushi: Aap humare farak padne ya na padne ke baare main mat sochiye. Aap apne baare main sochiye. (Stop thinking about what matters to me or not, think about yourself. )

Arnav: Teek hai, to kaho mein apne baare main kya sochoon? (Alright, then you tell me what I should be thinking about for myself?)

Khushi: Hum kyon kahen? Aur aap jaante hain humara woh matlab nahi tha. (Why should I say anything and you know that is not how I meant to say... no ...what I meant to say)

Arnav : To kya matlab tha (So what did you mean?)

Khushi: Aap aap''. (You)

Arnav: Main intezaar kar raha hoon Khushi. (I am waiting Khushi''.)

As he had watched her squirm, he had teased her further. He had started to kiss her, but had cut the kiss short and nipped her lower lip to move down her throat. He tugged at her earlobe and teased the whorls of her ear with his tongue. While teasing her ears, he had used his hands to draw out those nipples, and then had used his tongue to slightly wet them. He then dropped his mouth to her navel. Breathing air into it,

Arnav: Kaho na Khushi, ke tumhe farak nahi padta. (Ok now tell me it does not matter to you?)

Khushi: Nahi'''humein ''''''''''..farak''''''''.nahi '''''''''..padta. (No '..it does not matter to me)

He ruthlessly placed himself between her thighs and started moving against her, letting her feel his engorged appendage.

Arnav: Accha abhi bhi nahi farak padta. (Even now?)

Khushi: Nahi'''''''''''''nahi (No''.& no)

& She somehow managed to flip onto her stomach. She innocently turned her head gleefully and said

Khushi: Ab dekhte hain ''''''. aap kuch bhi kar nahi payenge. (Now we will see''''''.you wont be able to do anything?)

Her stubbornness had only infuriated him further. He could not believe that by presenting him her delectable backside, she would deter him or his intenations. In fact, her curvaceous rear had inflamed his desire to possess her. He had rolled right on top of her. She had tried valiantly to dislodge him by bucking against him which only intensified his want. He had waited patiently enjoying her rear ram into him repeatedly. After a few attempts, she had been exhausted and she had stopped bucking. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. Maintaining his position on top, he kneed open her thighs. He drew invisible lines from the top of her shoulder to the indenture in the waist causing goose bumps to rise on her skin. He heard her breath hasten and she tried to buck against him and this time he had been ready for her. When she reared up, it had given him an opening. He had slipped his right hand on her stomach and down into her warm vortex. He probed her mercilessly, his fingers making circular motions inside her and then he had effortlessly lifted her on her all fours. Without giving her a chance, he mounted her from behind letting his erection press hard against her rear.

Arnav: Chalo Khushi bolo abhi tumhe farak nahi padta? (Come on Khushi say it again that it makes no difference to you)

When he heard no response, he had leaned further to kiss the side of her face with his tongue.

Arnav: Ab' (What about now?)

Khushi had just breathed hard and he had taken it as her capitulation. He had then ruthlessly slipped himself into her pushing himself to the hilt. He thought that he had been in control, but what awaited him caught him totally unawares. She clamped onto him with her inner muscles. The sensation had been heady as his shaft throbbed to life inside of her. He was completely under her command; every clench of her muscle had him pounding into her satiny flesh. He could hear his thighs beating against her behind as he rocked back and forth with a reckless abandon. He had felt a wave of release emanate when suddenly she had stopped leaving him high and dry.

Arnav: What the'''''''''''''.?

Khushi: Abhi hamein koi farak nahi padta. Samjhe aap? Lekin aap ko'..hmmm? (Well it does not matter to me''understood? But how about you?

She had waited and looked at him with the same smirk and proceeded to clench her muscles. This had him groaning and within a few seconds he had felt himself release all the way to her womb. His erection had still not ebbed after that massive release. And that had prompted her to take his game to another level. She had taken total control over his shaft, retained him as a prisoner, ridden him and milked him dry. His second release had been even more powerful. He felt no control over his mind and body as he shot himself off in her womb. His virile essence seemed to have a mind of their own as they raced out of him to combine with her juices.

Chapter 16: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/fan-fictions/1943876/ff-solid-soul-part-xxi-pg-66?pn=40

Wow! I'm left speechless.Blazing Hot...🤬

Talk about burning the sheet☺️

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