"I hate you," she whispered.
"I know," he murmured, his lips pressing against her skin. "I hate you too."
She closed her eyes, allowing him to move his body against hers, shuddering as heat began to grow in her core. It was screwed up. The anger and hatred, the intense lust and desire.
Deepa let out a soft moan, her hips grinding against his, desperate for more.
He gripped a breast in his large palm, gently kneading it, his fingers teasing her nipple.
"Shit," he murmured, his teeth gently scraping her earlobe. "You’re driving me insane."
Deepa bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut, her body aching for him.
He continued moving his hand down her torso, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh, his cock twitching in his boxers.
Deepa gasped, her body tensing, her hips bucking. She could feel his desire, his need.
His lips brushed against her neck, his teeth nipping her skin.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he whispered. "Every second of the day, I'm thinking about you. Your scent, your touch, your taste. It's driving me fucking mad."
Deepa shuddered, her toes curling, her nipples hardening. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her body begging for release.
He pulled away to slide down his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. Deepa could feel the warmth radiating off of him, his scent engulfing her senses.
He grabbed her hips, tugging her close, pulling up her skirt to unveil her naked lower half.
He ran his finger along her folds, gathering the moisture, spreading it along her skin.
"You're so wet," he breathed, shuddering with need.
Deepa moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping his hair.
He inserted a finger into her, slowly moving it in and out, his thumb circling her clit as his cock continued to grind against her behind.
Deepa bit her lip, her body quivering, her heart pounding in her chest.
He slipped his dick between her thighs, rubbing back and forth through her soaked folds.
Deepa groaned, her hips rocking against his, his cock rubbing against her sensitive nub until it caught on her entrance, slowly pushing inside.
Deepa gasped, her hands fisting the sheets, her back arching, his warmth spreading through her body.
He pulled back, thrusting in slowly, his hips meeting hers until they built up a delicious rhythm.
He buried his face in her hair, his lips pressing against her skin, his teeth gently nipping her shoulder.
Deepa cried out, her body writhing, his cock throbbing inside her, the pressure building within.
His hands moved down, gripping her hips, pulling her against him, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.
Deepa moaned, her muscles clamping around him, her body trembling.
He cursed, his cock pulsating, his breath ragged.
She could feel her climax approaching, the pressure building, her body quivering.
"Shit," he groaned, his nails digging into her flesh, his cock pulsating.
