Page 30 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

“Fuck—oh God!” I whimper, fingers flying into his hair.

He growls against my pussy as two thick fingers plunge back inside me, curling against that devastating spot while his tongue flicks and circles my clit.

It's intense and overwhelming, happening so fast I'm not sure if I've even consented, but God, do I want him to keep going.

He devours me like a starving man, sucking, licking, fucking me with his fingers faster and deeper.

“You taste even sweeter than I remembered,” he murmurs against my slick flesh. “Come on my face. Let me drink every drop.”

My thighs tremble around his head as he continues stretching and pumping into me mercilessly. Pleasure builds impossibly fast, sharper this time, my body still sensitive from the first orgasm. I grind against his face, shameless now, chasing the rising wave.

“I’m—fuck—I’m going to—” My words cut off in a broken scream as the second climax rips through me. My walls clamp down hard around his thrusting fingers, pulsing wildly while his tongue lashes my clit without mercy. I come hard, soaking his mouth and chin, body convulsing as blinding pleasure tears meapart again. Every contraction steals my breath; every twitch and jolt makes my body rise off the seat.

Rashid doesn’t stop until I’m shaking, whimpering, and completely spent, only then slowing his tongue to gentle licks as I float down in a hazy, trembling mess.

Then he rises from between my thighs, his chin glistening with my release, eyes wild with raw lust.

And he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, surging up to cover my body with his. “I need to be inside you now,” he growls. “I’ve waited too fucking long.”

He grips my hips and pulls me forward on the seat until I’m half-reclined, legs spread wide around him.

But I'm nothing more than putty, molding to his will at this point.

My body is drugged on endorphins and yielding to whatever he wants.

His dick is rock hard as he lines up, and a broken cry escapes me as he thrusts in, the sudden fullness almost too much after two shattering orgasms.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, forehead pressed to mine. He doesn’t give me time to adjust—his hips snap forward in deep hard pulses, each stroke dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me. The car rocks slightly with the force of it and skin slaps against skin.

I clutch his shoulders, nails digging through his shirt as pleasure sparks through my overstimulated body. “Rashid—oh God, it’s too much?—”

I can't breathe. I'm spiraling, lurching toward the abyss and so close to passing out from lack of oxygen, but I don't want it to end. I want to feel this forever.

“You can take it,” he pants, angling his hips to go deeper. “Come around me. I want to feel you milk me.”

He shifts slightly, changing the angle until every slide hits a new sensitive place inside me.

My moans turn ragged, and sweat beads on my skin as tension gathers, tighter and deeper than before.

I can feel every vein, every ridge of him sliding through my drenched core, claiming me completely.

“That’s it… let it build,” he growls in a whisper.

My vision blurs at the edges.

The pressure swells until I’m trembling on the brink, muscles fluttering around his shaft.

And the orgasm rolls through me like a slow, consuming wave.

It starts deep in my center and explodes outward, making my entire body seize and shudder.

My walls squeeze and release around him in powerful contractions, flooding me with liquid heat that spills between us.

I groan and my back bows off the seat as intense spasms wrack me from head to toe, leaving me gasping and dizzy, every nerve singing.

"Christ, yes," Rashid snarls against my throat while his hips stutter. His cock swells even thicker, pulsing as his own releasehits. He buries himself to the base and stays there, groaning while thick, hot jets of his seed pump deep into me.

Pulse after pulse fills me until I feel overly full, warmth leaking out around his shaft with every twitch of his hips.