On the way

Eight months later

Shreya stared into the mirror as she let her grey eyes follow the long black gown that hugged her curves and as they reached her hip, the material flowed down with grace. Her neck was bare except for the ‘mangal sutra’ (a wedding necklace) that shined in the dimly lit room. A silver purse hung on the shelf beside the floor-length mirror. Stopping to gawk one last time, she smiled at her reflection illuminated only by the bed lamp.

She grabbed the handle of her purse and after checking if everything was there; she started moving towards the door.

“Shreya! We are getting late”, came the urgent voice of her husband. With a smile on her face, she called back, “Coming” and rushed down the stairs in her silver stilettos.

She had gotten ready over half an hour ago but she forgot to carry her purse and had to return halfway down the stairs. Staring at her reflection, she couldn’t stop herself and started clicking silhouette pictures and selfie in the soft orange glow. And before long, thirty minutes had passes, and they were getting late.

As her heel clicked on the tiled floor, the one she had fallen irrevocably in love with turned around and her breath caught in her throat. He was wearing a custom black tuxedo that hugged his physique like a Gucci glove and made him even more appealing. A rush of blood flooded downstairs, and she clenched her thighs. It wasn’t the first time she was seeing him in a tuxedo, in the past three months they had attended various events, but damn, if he didn’t wet her panties every time.

“You look gorgeous”, he breathed out as he stepped forward. Only then did she notice his slightly dilated pupils and the growing dent in his pants.

“You don’t look so bad yourself”

His gaze caressed her face, taking in her silver eyelids that brought out the stunning grey in her eyes, her nude pink and plump lips and the sparkling mangal sutra that wrapped around her throat. She was taken, she was his, and the possessive side of him loved that she had a physical token of it wrapped around her neck. ‘Beware! She is Vansh’s wife’, it said and it satiated his animalistic urge to mark her in the past eight months. She wore it every day, and it was the best gift she could ever give him, even when she was exceptionally good at giving them.

As his gaze swept lower, he saw the black fabric that brought out her delicious curves, thanks to her genes and the exceptional care she took of her body. From the day she moved in, they had spent various hours in gym sessions and making love in the showers afterwards. Suffice to say, they needed private hours and so turned a room into a gym in their home itself. His dad was forbidden in that room and thus saved the poor father from having to smell the aftermath of sweat and sex sessions.

“I love you”, he whispered as he captured his lips with his own for a sweet, brief peck.

“I love you too”, she pulled back and as she walked forward, his gaze settled lower on her perky bum and he groaned.

She giggled at his expression. “Weren’t we getting late?”, she winked and moving her hips sauntered out of the living room.

“You are the devil, the most evil creature in this world,” he announced as he ignited the car.

“All yours”

“All mine”, he confirmed before moulding his lips with hers and speeding off from their driveway.

She moved to face him and unlocked her seatbelt, but before she could get her hands anywhere closer to his groin, he wrapped his hands tight around hers and placed them in the middle.

She pouted but he paid no notice, so she moved her left hand and placed it over his groin. He jerked and grabbing both her hands in one, growled, “No”

“Please”

“No”

“Please, please, please”

“Sorry darling, but no. I’m not going to attend another event with a raging hard-on”

She slumped back in her seat, as far as she could with both her hands wrapped in his and her body facing. But then she smiled -a cunning smile- and bent her body forward and sat her face on his groin.

“I’m going to make you come”, she promised as she looked up from her position.

He groaned, a deep guttural sound arriving from his throat, made a rash parking, grabbed her neck as he pulled her off him and manhandled her inside the seatbelt and switched on the child-lock.

“You and your mouth are lethal and you two are going nowhere near my cock. I have to give a speech today and I can’t do that with a raging hard-on”

She looked down and smirked as she pointed, “You already have it”

“I’m trying not to make it prominent”

A lascivious smile spread across her lips, “Let me help you”

“No, if you don’t finish me off, I’ll be a reckless case on the stage and if you do, you’ll spend half an hour in the car touching up your make-up and make ‘come-fuck-me’ eyes the whole time we are in there. My cock cannot handle it”, he said as he started his car again, trying hard not to look in her direction.

“I won’t, promise”, she pinched her neck.

“I have fallen a little too many times for this”

“This time I won’t, I promise. I will suck you and then swallow you down your throat and I will not waste a minute to touch up. I won’t even make ‘come-fuck-me’ eyes. I will be a good little girl. I swear”

“And have my cum drooling from the side of my lips, great, because that won’t make me want to fuck you senseless”, he nodded his head, sarcasm dripping heavy from his words.

She pouted and folded her hands, disappointment clear in her posture. “You don’t want me anymore”, she mumbled and looked out of the window.

“Oh my god!”, he groaned, “Come here, you, you are going to kill me one of these days” and grabbing her chin pulled her roughly against his as he planted a heavy kiss on her mouth.

“Do your worst”, he stated as he pulled away and unlocking her seatbelt, tried to concentrate on the road ahead.

With a cheeky smile on her face, she swept her body over the console and palming him through the fabric of his pants, placed a sweet, teasing peck over his bulge.

“Shreya! You promised”

She giggled and made quick work to undo his trousers and as she freed his, actually her, hard cock from his briefs, his hard length slapped her face.

“You are beautiful”, she breathed around his cock and licked the tip of her tongue over his head. She bent further over him as she pulled her legs on the seat and arched her back.

She looked at him to find his grey-blue eyes were already staring at her. She smiled and instantly gasped as a harsh slap assaulted her butt. He smirked down at her, and then turned his face to prevent any accidents.

She wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked softly as her hands caressed his balls. She moved her tongue over the length of him and his already hard cock hardened even more with her sensual administrations.

“Shreya”, he warned as she kept teasing his length but then her lips slid around his length and he moaned loud. She hollowed her cheeks and swirled her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down his hardness and her hand moved over the length she couldn’t cover with her mouth.

Roused and aroused by the animalistic groans coming from his mouth, she readied herself to take the whole of him while her hands moved away to find the pulsing heat in between her legs.

“Let me”, said Vansh as his hands pushed her hands away and from underneath the layers of her gown found the wetness that emanated through the cover of her thong.

He pulled it down her thighs as his eyes alternated from the road to her delectable ass, trying to steer the car and her at the same time.

A sharp slap on her wet folds pushed her down his length and she moaned and gagged around the hard length pulsing in her throat.

He mumbled, ‘Thank fuck for tinted windows’, and pushed he gown over her hips and slid one finger between her slick folds. Thankfully, he didn’t her and after a quick spank on her ass, he found her bud and her belly clenched.

Shreya moved her head up and down his length, taking more and more of him, and once he reached the back of her throat, she moaned and he groaned. She stayed there for a moment, feeling his pulsing hard cock in her throat and the ravenous circles he was making over her clit with his fingers.

He pushed a finger in her and it stayed there as his thumb made mad love with her bud. Her belly clenched and her toes curled, arching her back further, she tried bringing him pleasure as sweet torturous pleasure pumped in her veins.

Uncaring of her throat, she bobbed her head furiously, determined to undo him before he undid her. She moaned around his cock as her orgasm build in the depths of her belly. She felt him jerk in her mouth and she doubled the pressure, wrapping her wet throat around his hard cock.

“I’m going to come”, he warned and her pursuit became relentless. Her jaw started aching but she kept moving up and down, so deep her nose almost touched his skin. With an animalistic sound and a harsh push in her mouth, he released inside her and she let go at the same time. She climbed the orgasmic high with her mouth filled with Vansh’s semen.

She swallowed and with a cheeky smile on her face, opened her mouth wide to show him as she straightened her dress.

“You are amazing. I will never enough of you”, he announced and licked her juices of his fingers.

Her eyes hooded at his lustful action before she said, “Same here. I love you”

“Remember that. We got five minutes before we reach, so do whatever you must”, he pointed at her almost messy appearance.

“Also, you promised you wouldn’t stall to touch up once we reach”

She looked in the dashboard mirror and screamed. There wasn’t a huge difference, but anybody could say she was just giving head while receiving amazing orgasms. Her hair was messy, her lipstick was kiss-friendly so that wasn’t an issue but there were splotches his cum on her chin and the side of her lips.