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This in-story series is suitable ONLY for adults since it contains vivid sexual scenes and graphic descriptions- a small gift to the adults reading this story.

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S H R E E      P R A S A D

I am so happy Ahaana is getting engaged today, and that too to Ashok, the man she's head over heels in love with. She is gorgeously dressed in a red lehenga with her glossy and messy black hair braided into an elegant fish braid. Ahaana wanted a simple ring exchanging ceremony at her place, until Madhav interfered.

Thus, here we are, at a five-star hotel owned by RKGOC. Yes, the same place I had my Bachelorette.

I am wearing a light blue lehenga with my hair left untied.

"God, you look so ravishing.🔥❤"

Madhav sends a message through Whatsapp as Ahaana and Ashok exchange rings. He is in the other side of the room with Ashok and his friends. Me, I'm with Nabha and Jhanvi, standing beside the dais where Ahaana and Ashok are atop.

"Thanks ❤"  reply.

"That blouse looks so tight on you ❤." He texts back. "I want to rip it off you 😈."

I blush. "I'm not going to allow that.😑 "

"Sorry. I am ripping it off you anyways.😉"

"But I love this blouse! 😑"

"And I love your breasts.😍" He sends a message. "Nothing is going to stop me from relishing those soft fleshy mounds and those rosy erect nipples😙."

"I am going to rip that blouse first.😈"

"And then worship them with complete reverence.😈"

"I will knead them like a baker kneading cookie dough.😈"

"I will pay homage to those soft orbs with my tongue and chew on those pink strawberries till they become red.😈❤"

My face becomes so red, I off it and put it inside my clutch. My friends are too busy Instagramming the pictures they took.

"Hey, baby." Madhav murmurs as he holds my waist as he comes to me.

"Hey." I say trying to hide the blush from my face.

He notices the blush in my face and blows a kiss to me. I turn away from him.

"Remember the last time I held your beautiful breast in my time." He whispers and thank god the DJ has just started to play some EDM. "The whole thing fits so beautifully onto my palm."

I should go away from him. I try to but he holds my hand playfully. Such audacity! "Looks like I truly am made for you. Look at the evidence: our lips lock aptly against each other's, your breasts and ass fit perfectly into my palm, and you can take in the entire seven inches."

"There's more." I say. "Our hearts beat at the same rhythm; your breathing is on par with mine."

I turn to him and come so close. "You are a skilled instrumentalist and I am a talented singer. These fingers can beautifully stimulate me to produce wonderful melodies."

"I'm really hard for you, Shree."

"Should we go home then?"

"No, I'm thinking of booking a room so I can enjoy you throughout the night."

"That sounds too expensive." I tell. "It's almost late, I'm guessing the car park at the basement level would be a lonely place."

"Are you implying we have sex in my Audi?" He asks surprised. "The same Audi you threw a stone at?"

I nod.

"I like that." He says smiling devilishly. "Let's go before we become less horny."

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Madhav gets into the back of the car and beckons me to sit on his lap. I get in and close the door behind me. The basement level is semi dark and I'm glad the car windows are tinted. I could feel his hard erection against my sides. He turns on the music player, to drown the sound of me moaning and gasping as we make love. A beautiful erotic song is going. I instantly fall in love with the melody.

His hands automatically go to my blouse and it comes off in a millisecond. I am barely able to register anything until I feel his fingers caress my breast.

"Aren't you going to take this necklace off my neck?" I ask feeling the expensive sapphire and gold necklace on my chest. My mangalustra is also there.

"Nah." He whispers giving my breast a teasing squeeze. "Your hands need to be tied. These soft and sensual hands always distract me by creeping up and down my body and my beard."

"Too bad you don't have rope." I say caressing his beard. I love this beard and that amazing muscular physique of his.

"I have a better alternative, baby." He whispers hoarsely and his hands disappear under my lehenga skirt. I blush as I feel his palm glide over my thighs and my breath hitches as he hooks his finger on my thongs. He peels it away. The next thing he raises my arms above my head and ties my wrists together with my sultry silken thongs.

"Let's see how you have improved as a chorister." He says and squeezes my nipples. I moan and he nods approvingly. "Good girl. How do you moan if I do this?"

He pinches both my nipples and I let out a painful moan.

"Wonderful." He compliments. "I'll repeat the process and now you have to moan my name."

He pinches my right nipple for which I moan his name.

"I'll do both now and I want the moan to come from your soul. Understand?"

I don't know what he means but all I understand is I must moan better than before. He frees my hands and makes me sit on his lap properly with my back pressed to his chest. I blush as he pulls me closer and rests his nose against my neck.

I can feel his erection poking my buttocks through all those layers of clothing. He starts to suck my neck while drawing slow circles around my areola.

My breathing hitches and I drop my head against his shoulder. I close my eyes as I savor the feeling of his beard and lips brushing against my neck. His long rough fingers are torturously fondling my breast. My nipples have become very hard and I came feel the dampness between my legs grow. I hold the front seat's head rest as a deep moan erupts from my inner goddess.

"That was fascinating, kitten. I really want to be inside you." He murmurs against my ear. "Stand up, with your legs apart."

I stand and I can hear him unzip his trouser. He starts to bunch up my lehenga's skirt, carefully rolling up the many layers of muslin and tissue to reveal my buttocks to him. The back of my heavily worked skirt is rolled up to my waist and I can feel his hungry eyes on me. The front side of it is uncrushed and touches my ankles.

"Now slowly lower yourself and take my dick." He whispers.

I close my eyes and lower myself as I take in his manhood. I gasp as I feel the entire seven inches inside me. I hear him groan and he starts to thrust into me.

"This is so much better than making love to you in the bedroom." He says licking the shell of my ear. "Remind me to fuck this naughty chellam in the car regularly."

"Yes." I moan as he moves faster inside me, piercing me with his shaft, driving me very close to my climax. With each thrust he goes deeper, and I moan louder in appreciation. His hands are on my breasts, kneading them like fine soft dough, while his teeth graze the nape of my neck. My climax builds up and I feel my feet tremble.

I cry out his name as I come undone, with his manhood buried deep in me. I am glad the music is loud enough to hide my moaning. He comes undone the very next second, he groans loudly and swears as he ejaculates into me. I close my eyes feeling his semen spill inside me.

Madhav places a soft kiss on my neck. "That was beautiful, chellam" He takes a few tissues from the front seat and starts to wipe me clean. "We aren't done yet, chellam. When we return home, I am going to give you a relaxing bath and then tie you to a bed as I make love to you."

I blush.

"Let's get dressed and go back inside. Ahaana and Ashok would be looking for us." He says zipping his trousers.

M A D H A V      R A M A K R I S H N A

We hold hands and walk through the lobby of the hotel. I look at Shree, she's got a rosy blush on her face, and I'm grateful to know that I am the reason.

I pull her to my chest as the elevator door closes. She blushes more and refuses to look at my face. I twirl a strand of her gorgeous hair around my finger and her soft palms are resting on my chest.

My other hand goes to hold her bare waist and she closes her eyes. She keeps her hand above mine and smiles.

"It's been only a week since we started trying and I am yearning to hold our baby in my arms."

"Me too." Shree says and looks up at me with those beautiful eyes. "I'm praying I miss that period which is due this month."

"I hope you do." I whisper and press a quick kiss to her lips. "Until that happens let's keep trying."

To be continued....