Ridha’s pulse raced as she lounged on her plush couch, her body humming with that familiar, insatiable heat. At 25, she was a whirlwind of desire, her hypersexual nature turning every glance, every brush of fabric against her skin into a tease that left her aching. And no one ignited that fire like Imran. They’d been friends for years, orbiting each other in group hangouts, but she wanted more, his hands on her, his mouth claiming her, his cock buried deep inside. She couldn’t wait for him to make the move, so tonight, she’d force his hand.
She’d texted him earlier, claiming a ‘plumbing emergency’ at her apartment.
‘Please come over? I’m freaking out,’ she’d added a sad emoji for good measure.
Imran, ever the reliable guy, replied instantly: ‘On my way.’
Ridha smirked, slipping into her tiniest tank top that hugged her full C-cup breasts, nipples already pebbling against the thin cotton. No bra. Her shorts rode high on her thighs, barely covering the curve of her ass. She wanted him to see her, to break.
The doorbell buzzed, and Ridha’s core clenched in anticipation. She opened the door to find Imran standing there, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark eyes widening as they raked over her outfit.
‘Ridha? What’s wrong?’ he asked, stepping inside, his voice laced with concern.
She closed the door and leaned against it, feigning distress. ‘The sink’s leaking everywhere. I tried to fix it, but…’ She trailed off, biting her lip and gesturing toward the kitchen. As he moved past her, she ‘accidentally’ brushed her hip against his, feeling the solid line of his body. Heat pooled between her legs.
In the kitchen, there was no leak just a pristine sink. Imran turned, confusion furrowing his brow. ‘I don’t see ‘ His words died as Ridha closed the distance, her hands pressing against his chest.
‘There’s no emergency,’ she confessed, her voice husky. ‘I just… I needed you here. With me.’ Her fingers trailed down to his belt, eyes locking on his. ‘I’ve wanted you for so long, Imran. Touch me. Fuck me.’
His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him.
‘Ridha,’ he growled, ‘you have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about this. About you.’
His confession hit her like a spark to dry tinder. He’d wanted her? All this time?
Relief and lust crashed over her. No trick needed ,he was hers. Imran’s mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss fierce and demanding. His tongue invaded, tasting her, while his hands roamed up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Ridha moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against the growing bulge in his jeans.
He broke the kiss, eyes dark with hunger. ‘Bedroom?’ he rasped.
‘No,’ she whispered, tugging him toward the living room. ‘Right here. On the couch.’
Imran didn’t argue. He backed her against the couch, lifting her effortlessly onto the cushions. His hands yanked her tank top up, exposing her breasts. They spilled free, nipples hard and begging. He groaned, cupping them roughly, thumbs circling the peaks. ‘These are perfect,’ he murmured, before leaning down to suck one into his mouth.
Ridha arched, fingers threading through his hair. His tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple, teeth grazing just enough to send jolts straight to her pussy. He lavished attention on one breast, kneading the other, pinching and rolling the nipple until she whimpered. Switching sides, he sucked harder, leaving wet trails that cooled in the air, making her squirm.
‘Imran… please,’ she begged, her shorts soaked through.
He released her breast with a pop, smirking. ‘Spread your legs for me.’ Ridha complied, parting her thighs as he hooked his fingers into her shorts and panties, dragging them down. Her pussy was bare, glistening with arousal, lips swollen and ready.
‘Fuck, you’re soaked,’ he said, voice reverent. He dropped to his knees between her legs, hands pushing her thighs wider. Without warning, his mouth descended, tongue flat and broad as he licked from her entrance to her clit in one long stroke.
Ridha cried out, hips bucking. Imran held her down, his strong grip bruising her thighs as he devoured her. His tongue delved inside, fucking her with wet, insistent thrusts, tasting her juices. He lapped at her folds, sucking her labia into his mouth, then focused on her clit—circling, flicking, sucking until her legs trembled.
‘Oh god, yes—right there,’ she gasped, grinding against his face. He hummed in approval, the vibration making her clench. One hand left her thigh to slide two fingers into her pussy, curling them against her G-spot while his tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Ridha’s orgasm built fast, her body coiling tight. She shattered with a scream, walls pulsing around his fingers, flooding his mouth with her release.
Imran didn’t stop. He licked her through the aftershocks, drawing out every quiver until she was panting, oversensitive. ‘Taste so fucking good,’ he murmured, rising to strip off his shirt and jeans. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. Ridha’s mouth watered, but he shook his head. ‘Later. I need to be inside you now.’
He positioned himself on the couch, pulling her onto his lap. Ridha straddled him, guiding his cock to her entrance. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her pussy stretching around his girth. They both groaned at the fullness, her walls fluttering as she bottomed out.
‘Ride me,’ he commanded, hands on her hips. Ridha obeyed, lifting and slamming down, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Imran’s mouth found them again, sucking and biting her nipples as she fucked him. The couch creaked under them, the room filling with the wet slap of skin and their mingled moans.
He took control soon after, flipping her onto her back without pulling out. Legs over his shoulders, he pounded into her, deep and hard. His cock hit every sensitive spot, the angle making her see stars. ‘You’re mine now,’ he grunted, thrusting faster. Ridha clawed at his back, another orgasm ripping through her, milking him.
But Imran wasn’t done. He flipped her again, onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. His hands gripped her ass, spanking lightly as he drove in, balls slapping her clit. Ridha pushed back, meeting every thrust, her pussy dripping down her thighs.
‘Take it all,’ he growled, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. The dual assault had her coming again, sobbing his name. Imran followed, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot cum, rope after rope painting her insides.
They collapsed, but he wasn’t finished. Pulling out, he watched his cum leak from her sore, puffy pussy. ‘One more,’ he said, sliding back in gently at first, then building to a steady rhythm. Ridha’s body protested the overstimulation, her coochie throbbing, but the pleasure edged into exquisite pain. He fucked her slow and deep now, grinding against her clit, drawing out a final, shuddering climax that left her boneless.
When he finally pulled out, her pussy was red, swollen, and tender—sore from his relentless love. Imran gathered her close, kissing her forehead. ‘I’ve wanted this forever,’ he whispered.
Ridha smiled, stated at last. ‘Me too. No more tricks.’
Ridha’s body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing as Imran’s fingers slipped free. She watched him suck them clean, the sight of his tongue swirling over his digits—coated in her juices and his own drying cum—sending fresh sparks through her veins. He hovered over her, his cock already twitching back to life against her thigh, thick and heavy with renewed hunger.
‘Phase two starts now,’ Imran murmured, his voice a rough command that brooked no argument. He sat up, pulling her with him until she straddled his lap, her knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his hips. His hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly as he positioned her slick entrance right above his hardening shaft. But he didn’t thrust up yet. Instead, he held her there, eyes boring into hers with unyielding intensity. ‘Before I fuck you again, we need to make this clear. No more wandering eyes, no more teasing touches with anyone else. I don’t want you sharing so much as a glance that lingers too long, let alone an intimate moment with another man.’
Ridha’s breath hitched, her swollen folds brushing the tip of his cock, teasing them both. The possessiveness in his tone wrapped around her like chains—hot, restrictive, and utterly intoxicating. She’d always reveled in her freedom, in the chase of pleasure wherever it led, but his words pinned her in place, making her crave the lock he was forging.
‘What do you mean, exactly?’ she asked, voice husky, grinding down just enough to feel his head nudge her opening. She wanted to hear him say it all, to let the warning sink deep while her body begged for more.
Imran’s grip tightened, one hand sliding up to collar her throat—not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his control. ‘I mean no kissing, no grinding against some stranger in a club, no letting another guy’s hands roam your tits or ass. No blowjobs in dark corners, no spreading your legs for anyone but me. If I catch you even flirting with the intent to fuck, I’ll drag you home and remind you why you’re mine.’ His thumb stroked her pulse point, feeling it race. ‘Your mouth, your pussy, your ass—they’re off-limits. You cum for me only. Understand?’
The explicit boundaries he drew made her clit throb, heat pooling anew despite the tenderness. She nodded, leaning in to nip at his lower lip. ‘Yes, Imran. I promise. No one else gets me like this.’
A satisfied growl rumbled from his chest. ‘Prove it.’ He lifted her hips and slammed her down onto his cock in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her cum-slicked channel. Ridha cried out, her walls stretching around his girth, the mix of pain and pleasure ripping through her. He didn’t give her time to adjust—his hands clamped on her waist, bouncing her up and down his length with forceful rhythm. Each drop forced his cock deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
‘Fuck, you’re so tight,’ he grunted, watching her breasts bounce with every plunge. He captured one nipple between his teeth, biting down hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from her, then soothed it with a swirl of his tongue. ‘This mouth of yours? Only wraps around my dick from now on.’ To emphasize, he pulled out suddenly, leaving her empty and whining, and guided her head down. ‘Suck it. Taste us on me.’
Ridha obeyed eagerly, her lips parting to take him in. She hollowed her cheeks, tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty tang of their combined release. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper until he hit the back of her throat, gagging slightly but pushing on, driven by the need to show her devotion. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her pace—slow at first, then faster, fucking her face with shallow thrusts.
‘Good girl,’ he praised, voice strained. ‘No other cock gets this treatment. Pull off when I say.’ She did, gasping for air as he yanked her up and flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch. Her ass presented to him, cheeks marked from earlier spanks, pussy dripping down her thighs. Imran knelt behind her, rubbing his slick cock along her slit before slamming back in, the new angle letting him pound even harder.
He reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, syncing with his hips slapping against her. ‘This pussy clenches for me. Say it.’
‘For you!’ Ridha moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts, her body on fire. The warning echoed in her mind, fueling the build-up, making every stroke feel like a brand of ownership.
Imran’s free hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sting blooming into heat. ‘And your ass? Mine to spank, mine to fuck if I want.’ He spread her cheeks wider, thumb circling her tight rear entrance teasingly, not pushing in but promising more. The sensation pushed her closer, her orgasm coiling tight.
‘Imran, I’m……fuck!’
She shattered, walls milking his cock as waves crashed over her, juices squirting around his pistoning length.
He didn’t stop, chasing his own release with relentless drives. ‘Take it all,’ he snarled, burying deep and flooding her with hot spurts of cum, marking her insides once more. They collapsed together, his body covering hers, cock still twitching inside as he nuzzled her neck.
‘Phase two sealed,’ he whispered, hand possessively cupping her mound. ‘And we’re far from done.’
Ridha turned her head to kiss him, spent but already anticipating whatever dominance he’d unleash next.