Forbidden Heat: Priya's Crave

Chapter 1: Unbridled Hunger

I couldn’t fucking wait. The white boy had just strutted in from the gym, his pale skin glistening with sweat, muscles taut and rippling under that tight tank top. The scent of his raw, musky exertion hit me like a damn freight train, sending a jolt straight to my dripping pussy. I’m Priya, and let me tell you, I’ve heard all the filthy whispers about white cocks—how they’re bigger, better, thicker than the sorry excuses back home in India. But this bastard? He was a fucking revelation, and I was horny as hell.

He smirked at me, those icy blue eyes cutting through my core as he wiped a bead of sweat off his brow. ‘Gonna clean up, babe. Don’t get too wild without me,’ he teased, his voice a low growl that made my ass clench with need. I bit my lip, my long, dark hair cascading over my double D’s as I watched him saunter toward the bathroom. Clean up? Fuck that. I needed him now—dirty, raw, and unfiltered.

I pushed the door open without a damn knock, and there he was, the white boy, sitting on the throne, mid-shit. The smell hit me—earthy, pungent, and so fucking wrong it was right. My knees damn near buckled. ‘What the fuck, Priya?’ he barked, half-laughing, half-shocked, his thick cock hanging there, semi-hard already. I didn’t answer with words. I dropped to my knees on the cold tile, my eyes locked on that pale beast of a dick, foreskin hiding treasures I was about to claim.

‘Shut the fuck up, white boy. I’m hungry,’ I snapped, my voice sharp as a blade. I grabbed his shaft, feeling it pulse under my grip, and peeled back that hood. A tangy whiff of dick cheese hit me, mixed with a faint trace of piss, and fuck, it made me wetter. I dove in, my tongue swirling under the foreskin, cleaning every inch of his head with greedy licks. He groaned, his hands gripping the sides of the toilet. ‘You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you? My dirty Indian slut,’ he growled, and I shot him a glare, smirking.

‘Call me a slut again, and I’ll bite this fucking cock off. I’m in charge here, you pale-ass bastard,’ I hissed, before sucking him deeper, tasting every filthy layer. His hips jerked as I worked him, my lips tight around his hardening rod, the smell of his shit still lingering in the air, driving me fucking wild. He was panting now, sweating even more, and I loved it.

‘Fuck, Priya, you’re insane,’ he gasped, but I didn’t stop. I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, my eyes blazing with lust. ‘Stand up. Don’t wipe. I want it all,’ I ordered, my voice dripping with command. He hesitated for half a second before obeying, his ass still dirty as sin. I dragged him to my bed, pushing him down on his stomach. ‘Spread those cheeks, white boy. Let me feast,’ I demanded, and he did, chuckling darkly.

‘You’re one fucked-up goddess, you know that?’ he muttered, but I ignored him, diving in. My tongue traced his filthy crack, the bitter, fecal flavor exploding on my taste buds. I moaned, lapping at him, cleaning every inch while my pussy throbbed, aching for more. ‘Taste so fucking good for a white bastard,’ I purred between licks, my hands gripping his firm ass. He was rock hard now, groaning into the sheets.

I wasn’t done. I pulled back, my lips smeared, and barked, ‘Give me more. Shit for me. Now.’ His eyes widened, but the twisted fuck complied, pushing out a load right into my waiting mouth. I took it all, chewing slowly, savoring the dark, forbidden taste, the texture gritty and raw. ‘Holy fuck, Priya, you’re a goddamn animal,’ he rasped, watching me swallow every bit, my dark eyes locked on his.

‘Damn right I am. Now finish for me, white boy. Paint this Indian face,’ I commanded, kneeling before him as he stood, his cock throbbing in his hand. He didn’t need telling twice. With a guttural moan, he came, hot cum splattering across my face, dripping down my throat as I opened wide, catching every drop. I licked my lips, grinning wickedly. ‘That’s right. Feed me, you pale fuck,’ I taunted, wiping a streak of his load off my cheek and sucking it clean.

We were both panting, the room thick with the scent of sex and sin. But this was just the beginning. I wasn’t done with him—not by a long fucking shot.