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When I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me strangely.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried I’d done something wrong.

Nothing,” he replied. “Everything’s right for once.”

CHAPTER 16

VIREN

Ihad Sunaina under me in my bed, coming for me, my fingers coated with her essence. Of course, everything was finally right.

What more could a man want? Oh, wait. This man wanted more. So much more. And I had all night to get it from her.

Sunaina’s eyes softened as she smiled at me dreamily before she grabbed my head and pulled me up over her. Her legs parted, and I settled between them, my dick wedged perfectly against her pussy. She reached up to press a sweet kiss on my lips, which turned dirty pretty fast when I rubbed my fingers against her lips and bent to lick her essence off them.

The kiss got deeper and wetter as we both tried to devour each other. Sunaina ground her wetness against me, and I was equally happy to push back, rubbing the head of my dick against her sensitive clit. She raked her nails over my back and moaned against my mouth.

I pulled away and her eyes shot open as she glared at me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Mrs Bossy Boots.

“Condom,” I replied with a grin, and she blushed.

I reached into my bedside table and found an old pack of condoms.

“I hope these haven’t expired,” I muttered as I pulled one out and rolled it on.

Sunaina’s brow creased as she shot me a quizzical glance.

“How long has it been since you…you know…?”

“How long has it been since I set eyes on you?” I asked.

“A little over two years,” she replied.

“Then…a little over two years,” I said, answering her question.

Her eyes grew wide as she digested the implication of that. I didn’t know why she looked so surprised.

“You mean…you haven’t…since we got married?” she squeaked.

“Of course not! What kind of man do you think I am?” I asked in outrage. “I would never cheat on my wife.”

“Fake wife,” she reminded me.

“My wife is my wife. Fake or real doesn’t matter,” I said sternly.

Her lips wobbled, and she looked like she was about to cry. So I did the only thing I could. I bent and kissed her angrily. But the kiss she returned was like honey and spice mixed together. Sweet. Achingly sweet, with a punch of desire at the end that made my dick hard enough to pound through the wall.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, even though it would kill me to stop now.

But it was her first time, and losing her virginity was a big decision, not to be taken lightly. She could still change her mind if she wanted to. That was her right.

Instead of being happy at how considerate I was being, the madwoman shot me a furious glare.

“I swear to god, Viren Chaudhry, if you dare to stop now, I will kick you in the samosas,” she snarled.

I barked a sudden laugh, and it made her even madder. She grabbed me by the ears, pulled my face down to hers, and proceeded to nip my lips hard. I nipped back, and she seemed taken aback for a few seconds before she licked the spot where she’d nipped me.

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