Chapter 1: The First Collision
The dimly lit penthouse was a den of raw desire, the air thick with the scent of musk and anticipation. Rafiya stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her silhouette a sinful masterpiece against the city skyline. Her body was a weapon—curves that could kill, with large, firm breasts straining against her tight black tank top, a slim waist, and a round, tight ass that begged to be claimed. Her long, toned legs were barely covered by a micro skirt, and her dark eyes glittered with a challenge as she turned to face Salman Khan.
Salman, all hard muscle and brooding intensity, leaned against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, revealing a chiseled chest that glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. His gaze raked over Rafiya like a predator sizing up its prey. 'You think you can handle me, darling?' he drawled, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
Rafiya smirked, stepping closer, her hips swaying with deliberate provocation. 'Handle you? Salman, I’m gonna break you. I’m not some delicate flower—I fuck like a storm. Question is, can your cock keep up with my pussy?' Her words were sharp, dripping with defiance, as she stopped inches from him, her breath hot against his neck.
Salman’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin curling his lips. 'Oh, sweetheart, my cock’s been hard since I saw you walk in. I’m gonna tear into that tight little body of yours until you’re screaming my name.' He set the glass down with a clink, his hand shooting out to grip her waist, pulling her flush against him. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her breasts pressing into his chest, and his erection strained painfully against his jeans.
Rafiya laughed, a sultry, taunting sound, as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. 'Big talk. Let’s see if you’ve got the thrust to back it up. I’m already wet just thinking about how I’m gonna ride you until you’re begging for mercy.' She dragged a manicured nail down his chest, her touch igniting a fire in his veins.
'Fuck mercy,' Salman snarled, his grip tightening as he spun her around and shoved her against the glass window. The cold surface pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he pinned her there. 'I’m gonna make that pussy drip for me, Rafiya. You’re mine to ruin tonight.' His hands slid under her skirt, fingers brushing against her inner thighs, teasing the edge of her lace thong.
Rafiya’s breath hitched, but her smirk didn’t falter. 'Ruin me? Baby, I’m the one who’s gonna have you panting and sweating by the time I’m done. So, what are you waiting for? Get on your knees and taste how fucking horny I am.' She pushed her hips forward, daring him to act.
Salman didn’t hesitate. With a feral growl, he dropped to his knees, yanking her skirt up and tearing the thong off in one swift motion. Her bare, glistening pussy was a feast before him, and he didn’t waste a second before diving in, his tongue lashing against her folds with savage hunger. Rafiya gasped, her hands gripping his hair as her head fell back against the glass. 'Fuck, Salman, yes! Eat me out like you mean it!' she demanded, her voice a mix of command and raw need.
The taste of her was intoxicating, her juices coating his tongue as he plunged deeper, his hands gripping her firm ass to hold her in place. Her moans grew louder, her thighs trembling, but she wasn’t about to let him take full control. 'Harder, you bastard,' she hissed, grinding against his face. 'Make me cum before I decide to take that cock myself.'
Salman pulled back just enough to flash her a wicked grin, his lips glistening with her arousal. 'Oh, you’ll get my cock, alright. But first, I’m gonna make this pussy beg for it.' He stood, towering over her as he unzipped his jeans, freeing his throbbing, hard length. Rafiya’s eyes widened for a split second, a flicker of hunger crossing her face before her smirk returned.
'Impressive,' she purred, reaching out to stroke him, her grip firm and unyielding. 'But I’m not here to admire. Fuck me against this wall, Salman. Show me how wild you can thrust.' Her challenge hung in the air as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the heat of her core teasing the tip of his cock.
Salman’s control snapped. With a guttural curse, he lifted her effortlessly, her back slamming against the glass as he positioned himself at her entrance. 'You asked for it, Rafiya,' he growled, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, the force shaking the window behind them. Her cry of pleasure echoed through the room, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met his rhythm, her body demanding more.
The night was just beginning, and neither of them was holding back.
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