Shubman Gill , one of the biggest CEO in the world slamed the club door and entered. He wanted nothing but bottles of whisky, dimmed light and a perfect sex , where all your stress and worries subsides once a pair of thick thighes wrap aroud your waist and a warm hole waits to be filled up by you.

Shubman went inside and started guping shorts after shorts not minding the hazy feeling. He wants to get dead drunk.

As per the order the clud owner has to bring someone for Shubman to fuck , and that's what Shubman is waiting for.

Shubman didn't know what time it was when he felt weight of two legs on his thighs. Looking up with his drunk dazed eyes he saw a short boy , wearing a transparent blue crop top and skinny black jeans showing his perfect curbs, mullets covering his whole neck , bangs falling into eyes , his eyes also seemed dead drunk. To say Shubman was awestruck would be an understatement. His senses were not working properly because of the alcohol but he can swear to God that he has never seen someone this beautiful in his entire lifetime. He thanked the clud owner in mind for bringing such a piece of art for him to ruin but what he didn't notice is that the boy wasn't neither a prostitute nor a bardancer.

The boy whinned while rubbing his toes on Shubman's thighs clearly getting impatient. Shubman just stopped thinking and started following his desires. He reached out to hold the milky waist , and just as he thought his fingers just dipped into the soft skin and perfect curb. He picked up the boy who wrapped his thick thighs around Shubman's waist. Shubman almost reached the room when the boy in his embrace whispered drunkenly into his ears...

Ruin me, daddy.

A shiver went down through Shubman's spine. His cock twitched at the slurry drunk whisper.

Somehow Shubman managed to lock the room , he threw the boy on bed insantly hoavering over him.

Before he could kiss him the boy attacked his lips aggressively, sucking more like eating them , Shubman too responded with the same intencity.

Their eyes were closed , their eracted cocks touching each other , hands connected, chin and neck coverd with drools , the boy was clutching Shubman's hair tightly while Shubman's hand was busy feeling the curv of the naked waist , the kiss continued untill both of their lips started bleeding.

The moment the detach their lips Shubman attack the smooth neck , the boy crassed his cheeks and Shubman felt the electricity through his body.

Every moan was leading Shubman to somewhere deep and Shubman wants to sink in. He could give up on the world at this moment. He wants the boy so badly that it could kill him.

The boy under him is warm and ready, his body quick and smooth to give Shubman what he's looking for.

The boy's hand comes up to strock Shubman's jaw , his sweaty hairline and Shubman settled himself between his legs.

He was watching the boy's face , doing a devilish thing with an angelic grin , he can't even imagine looking at anything else other that his face right now.

Shubman leaned down and sucked the boy's earlobe between his lips and whispered....

Ready, babyboy?

A slurry whisper came from those pretty lips...

Yes , please.

Shubman ripped the crop top and  the jeans reavling the smooth white body , vulnerable and small and needy for him.

He niped at the boy's throat and placed his plams at his hips and sinked into the thick flesh. He could feel the warm slicking hole. Shubman couldn't hold back anymore.

The boys legs wrapped up aroud his waist like a swift motion, they entangled their hands , Shubman's one hand want to the boy's nipples squizzing them and the boy had his one hand on Shubman's back straching in mercilessly.

AGGGHHHHH....MMMM..UMMMM..

A loud moan came from those lips as Shubman just pushed in his whole length into that welcoming hole.

The tight walls wrapped around Shubman's tightness. The boy attached their lips and Shubman leaned into the kiss.

Shubman doesn't remember when he started moving , his senses came back when he felt that he is hitting the boy's prostate in an animalistic speed. Shubman's whole back was beelding from scratchs , the room was echoing the boy's loud moans.

Shubman looked dazedly at the piece or art under him , red nipples , whole upper body full of hickeies, naked waist adorned with Shubman's fightprints , his head was falling back , eyes closed, lips parted from moaning continuesly.

Shubman felt close , really close , he increased his speed , the boy clenched and garbbed Shubman's hair in a deathhold.

In next few seconds they came together, the cummed a lot , ruining the whole bedsheet. Shubman's tired body fell on the bed.

Shubman had sex with numerous people through out his life but nothing, absolutely nothing felt like this.

Like , Shubman spread his legs open like a book , his fingers running down through pages , paying attention to every single feature, every single curv and mole , reading them over and over again because he can't just get enough.

He found his mind wandering when he gave a tried glance to the unconscious boy beside. He was seduced by a beautiful possibility, somewhere between light and dark, the stars and the earth and what is and what could be. He felt heaven without experiencing death.

And like that his eyes rolled up , alcohol taking over him and everything went blank.

In the pocket of the ripped jeans lied a card naming Ishan kishan , prince of Jaypur.

Tbc...

priyaxsidneet....here it is dii...tell me how is it?

P.s: Just wanted to break my soft , fluffy romance writter image and wanted to poster that I can be both.

I am really nervous about this one. Tell me your opinions on it.

Also I read a quote that defines me....

Mentally I am a slut , physically I am terrified of intimacy. Spiritually I am not into men.

Can't relate more...

Enjoy...