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His hands instinctively found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Their breathing quickened, the passion between them igniting like a flame.

Isha's fingers trailed along the nape of Akarsh's neck, sending a surge of desire through him. Their kisses grew more urgent, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need. Akarsh's hands roamed over Isha's curves, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Akarsh tweaked her erected nipple making her gasp in his mouth.

"Fuck Isha"

He rested his forehead on hers while caressing her left bud over the top.

"Akarsh I wa-"

"Shh" He silenced her and continued placing open mouth kisses on her jaw.

She let out a moan when she felt him nibbling on her collarbone. Her hands moved towards his hair on her own.

"Ohh fuck Aakarsh!" She tugged at his hair roughly.

"Yeah baby!"

Akarsh moved his lips lower , towards swell of her breasts. His grabbed her left breast and squeezed them making her cry in pleasure.

"Oh god!!"

He removed his hand from her body making her cry out in frustration.

He grabbed her jaw made her look up in his eyes , "You don't get to say God when I'm the one sucking you off baby."

Isha's eyes widened seeing his dominant side. She could feel her core getting wet.

"And you don't get to tell me what to do Akarsh"

He scoffed. His eyes darkened seeing her bratty behaviour.

"That's where you are wrong baby. Outside the bedroom, you get to do anything you want but in the bedroom, I'm your god sweetheart."

"And what if I don't agree" Isha asked haughtily.

"Lemme show you then sweetheart."

He smashed his lips on hers and their lips met in a passionate kiss, both of them sighing into each other's mouths as they let themselves get lost in the moment. Akarsh's hands roamed over Isha's body, causing shivers to run down her spine as he cupped her breasts and squeezed them roughly. Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as they both craved more of each other.

Akarsh kissed his way down Isha's neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He pulled just to remove her satin tank top and unclipped her maroon bra hurriedly before muttering fuck seeing her big and perky tits.

He sucked on her nipples, causing her to arch her back and moan in pleasure. Isha tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as she begged for more. Akarsh obliged, his mouth moving lower and lower until he reached the apex of her thighs.

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