My cheeks flushed with warmth as the man knelt and pushed into her from behind.
She moaned loudly, and the melody of the instruments increased along with that. She lay unguarded in front of him, and he started pounding into her, slowly at first, and then he did something that churned my stomach.
He held her hair in his fist and pulled her face back, making her cry out loud.
“He’s hurting her,” I said, glancing at him, and he slowly shook his head.
“No, he isn’t. She’s enjoying it,” he intoned, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Why would she enjoy her hair being pulled like that?” I questioned, and he kissed my cheek.
“A bit of pain is sweet in lovemaking,” he drawled, and I turned my gaze back to them.
Well, he wasn’t even watching. He didn’t know.
Leaving her hair, he held both sides of her waist and began thrusting into her faster. She collapsed on the mattress, pressing her face into the sheet, and I tightened my hold on his wrist.
“Would you also enjoy doing something like that to me?”
He laughed softly, taking his time, and whispered in my ear,“Trust me, you’re going to beg me to do it this way.”
His words aroused me intensely, and I gulped.
“No, I’d never,” I muttered, but he said nothing in reply.
I watched as they shifted; the man on the mattress and the girl on him.
He tilted into my cheek and asked in a slow voice,“Would you enjoy riding me like that?”
A smile spread across my face as I gulped and answered,“Trust me, you’re going to beg me to do it this way.”
He laughed at my response and kissed my cheek.
“You’re the only woman I can beg to,” he remarked as I witnessed the woman riding the man slowly, with perfect synchronisation. She was rolling her hips in a circle, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
“Does it feel good to men?” I asked, and he nodded.
“It does, and imagine watching you naked, riding me, and you are moaning my name; that’d be such a delight,” he teased, and I slapped his hand slowly.
“Shut up; my imagination is slow,” I said, and suddenly she moved away from him unexpectedly, and he followed.
Then, the man pinned the woman against the pole in the stage’s corner and abruptly lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“What’s he doing?” I asked right away.
“Living my dream,” he whispered.
I gritted my teeth and watched the man thrust into the woman, holding her up in his embrace.
Her moans grew more intense and louder, and picturing it happening to me made me shiver.
Kunwar-sa was taller than this man, even more muscular and stronger. He would have the bigger one, too. That meant I would be moaning louder than her.
“Is that your dream?” I asked slowly, and he nodded, rubbing his cheek against mine.
“Yes,” he muttered.
I bit my lip and shook my head shyly.“I will die, Kunwar-sa,”
