Chapter 24 Deepak

Chapter 24 Deepak

Text messages from nine months ago:

DEEPAK: I'm so sorry I didn't say something earlier about my engagement, but I'm engaged! I think your family knows Olivia Gupta's

family, too. I would've told you in person, but I just got so busy with the merger.

DEEPAK: Hey, I haven't heard from you. Is everything okay?

Deepak had had a hell of a day, most of it fighting with the sales team and then the online streaming division about their

spring services. Then he'd received a Diwali party invitation that felt like mandatory attendance instead of voluntary.

He planned on working late from the office, giving Veera the time at the house to sort out her feelings until she was ready

to come to him and talk, but he'd had enough by early evening that he was willing to risk painful blue balls from seeing his

wife.

Except he found her in the same state of arousal that he'd been in.

In his room.

In his sweatshirt.

Lying in his bed.

She must not have heard the door chime as he entered the house, and since the lights were off, he assumed she was upstairs in her room. He'd never expected something like this.

"Well, this is a nice surprise."

He broke her trance, her hand stilling under the waistband of her shorts and her panties. Her eyes went wide when she saw

him standing in the doorframe. He could see the embarrassment on her face, the flushed cheeks of arousal when he barked out

his order.

"Don't even think about moving."

She froze, her body tense like a rabbit ready to bolt.

He dropped his bag at the door, the dress shoes he'd carried upstairs, and slowly crossed the room toward her.

"Your things are everywhere," he said, as he stripped off his coat and carefully draped it over the edge of the bed. "You

never put the throw pillows back where they belong in the living room. The interior designer made it so easy to arrange them

in each of the couch corners, too." He began unbuttoning his shirt. "And you never do the dishes at night before bed."

"Th-they're just dishes," she said, her eyes widening as he untucked his shirt and dropped it to the floor.

"After the longest workday I've had in a while, I come in here and now I find out you're messing up my bed," he continued.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops at his waistband. The buckle made a clinking noise as it fell to the floor.

"Wearing my favorite sweatshirt."

Her mouth pursed. "I'm not giving it back."

The room was cast in shadows, but he could see the arousal on her face as she looked over his naked chest. As she traced the

lines of his throat to the smattering of chest hair.

"I think you should keep it," he said softly, as he lowered his zipper. "But you have to give me something of yours first."

He gripped her ankles and tugged her to the edge of the bed. Then gripping the collar of his sweatshirt, he pulled her up

into a sitting position. Her hand slipped out from her underwear.

"I didn't say you could stop touching yourself," he snapped. "Put your hand back on your pussy." She nodded and immediately

returned her hand to the inside of her shorts.

Deepak unzipped his pants and removed them along with his socks, so he was standing in front of her with his tented boxer

briefs.

"Take my cock out," he said.

There was a spark in her eyes, a fire that thrilled him. "You take your cock out," she replied.

Deepak didn't respond to her taunt. Instead, he twisted her hair around his fist and tugged just enough to yank her head back

in one quick motion. She had no choice but to look up at him. Her fingers began moving in a circular motion under her shorts,

and her lips parted, soft and wet.

"I won't say it again, brat," he said smoothly.

Veera raised her free hand and rested it over his bulge. He groaned in pleasure at finally feeling her touch, at the soft,

featherlike sensation of her fingertips against him. She reached inside his shorts, and she stroked over his hot, hard length,

her thumb brushing over his tip, trailing down the thick vein of his shaft.

Before he could tell her to take him in her mouth, Veera fisted the base of his penis, untucked him from his shorts, and slipped

the head of his erection past her lips. His hands tightened on her hair, and he let out a guttural groan as she gently sucked,

her cheeks hollowing as she worked the tip, her tongue laving at the underside of his cock.

"That's it," he said softly. "Now take more of me in your mouth."

When she hesitated, he cupped the underside of her face, rough and demanding. "I'll fuck your face, Veera, I swear to god..."

Before he could ask her again, Veera tightened her hold on his penis, then she took more of him in her mouth, pushing hard

and deep until he sucked in a breath. His groan was guttural now, and Veera began working him over quickly, alternating between

using her hands and her mouth to massage his full length.

He held her head between his palms and began pumping in and out of her mouth, his hips thrusting in quick movements that had

her moaning with him, her mouth opening impossibly wider, as he touched the back of her throat.

Deepak felt his balls tighten, his breath come faster. "I'm gonna come," he said, his words broken with harsh breath. "I'm

gonna come in your mouth or on your tits." He forced himself to slow his thrusting even as he felt her suck off his pre-cum.

"Where do you want it?"

When she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, her mouth full of his cock, her ring sparkling on her finger as she held

him, she slid him past her lips even deeper, and sucked hard.

He roared, his head tossed back as he came in hard fast spurts. She lapped up every drop of him in her mouth until his knees

were weak, and his back ached with the force of his orgasm.

When he finished, he slipped out of her mouth, and she dabbed at the corner of her lips with the edge of his sweatshirt. He

looked down to see that she was no longer touching herself.

"What did I tell you about your hand?" he said quietly.

She narrowed her eyes. "It was too difficult to focus on both—"

"Then it's time for you to be punished," he said. "Strip out of my sweatshirt."

He walked naked toward the Juliet balcony and opened the doors to let in the air. A soft breeze fluttered through the curtains, the sounds of Brooklyn entering his room. The street was busy below with pedestrians walking by at a steady pace, heading toward the park on one side, or the row of restaurants and shops on the other.

When he turned back around, Veera was wearing a thin knit tank top, her nipples peaked from arousal and from the chilled air

gusting through his bedroom. With the streetlamp outside Deepak could see her clearly.

"Get naked," he said. "You haven't been punished."

She glanced over his shoulder. "People can hear us," she said softly.

"Good. I want them to know that my wife is getting fucked."

Veera gaped at him, but she reached for the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head to reveal big, beautiful breasts,

orbs with dusky dark nipples.

How was he already hardening again? He was in his thirties, and he sure as hell didn't bounce back the way he used to when

he was a teenager, but there he was, eager to slip into her hot, wet cunt.

"Your shorts," he said, and he waited to see the perfect triangle of her waxed pussy, plump and swollen with arousal. "Then

get on your hands and knees."

Veera didn't hesitate to crawl across the mattress, her breasts swaying as she moved. He couldn't wait to suck on her thick,

peaked nipples.

He came up behind her, then with a quick tap against her round cheek, he smacked her hard enough to leave an imprint of his

hand.

She gasped, then turned to look at him over her shoulder. "You smacked my ass!"

"I'm going to smack it again," he replied, his voice hard. "Spread your knees farther."

She wiggled, then did as he asked, her back arching. He smacked her other ass cheek, and this time, her gasp was accompanied

with a groan.

He reached between her legs and ran a finger down her slit, feeling her hot and wet for him. She shivered at his touch.

"Deepak," she whispered. "People can hear." When he ran a hand over the red mark on her ass cheek, she moaned and he knew

that this time, her voice was louder, and she was feeling the thrill, the pleasure of a performance.

"Do you want me to close the door?" he said smoothly. He smacked her ass again.

She shrieked, and shook her head.

"I've tested, but Veera, it's been so long because all this time, I've been waiting for you and didn't even know it." He knelt

on the bed behind her, stroking a hand over her back. "Do you want me to wear a condom?"

Again, she shook her head, her hair sliding over her bare skin. "I have an IUD, and I tested after the last time. It's been

long for me, too. Deepak..."

He gripped her hips roughly and put her into position. "As my wife, I want to fuck you bare. Raw. I want to feel you squeezing

around me, hot and wet. I want you to feel every inch of my cock until all you'll ever remember when you think of pleasure

is me."

Deepak slowly worked his way into her tight pussy, before sliding out and plunging deep. He reveled in the soft muffled shriek

as she buried her face in the bedspread. When he gripped her hair again, he used his hold to keep her in position as she rode

his dick.

"If you want everyone to hear you like a slut, then everyone should hear you," he said softly, gasping for air as he held himself back. "Scream for me."

He began fucking her, holding her body exactly how he wanted it as he thrust hard and deep into her tight, hot pussy. When

she began trembling on the rising wave of her first orgasm, he pulled out leaving her unfulfilled and empty. Her limbs weren't

strong enough to keep her upright and she crumpled against the mattress.

"Deepak!" she cried.

"Get on the floor," he said. "Now."

When she was moving too slow, he picked her up in one swift move and knelt with her in his arms until she was flat on her

back. Her head lay inches from the iron Juliet balcony bars, and he sat between her spread thighs, stroking the smooth skin

of her abdomen that dipped into her gorgeous, pretty cunt.

Her hair fanned around her, and as if she knew exactly what he expected from her, Veera reached over her head, and gripped

the balcony bars. The curtains fluttered around her hands, and he was able to see the shadows and shapes of people on the

other side of the street walking by. There was no way they wouldn't hear her scream now, he thought.

He bent her legs, hooking her knees over his forearms and plunged into her again. She gasped, moaning, and he reveled at the

feel of her delicious heat as the cool crisp night air washed over them. He pinched her nipples, felt every tremble, every

cry as he fucked this woman, this perfect other half of his soul, until she was a quivering mess.

He thrust, slow and deep next to the open doors, as they took each other between gasps and cries and pants, drenched in sweat,

hands sliding over their slick backs, curls clumping at their temples.

When she orgasmed again, tears on her cheeks from the intensity of it all, her cunt sensitive and swollen, he laid her on her back once more, pressing his mouth against hers, chest to chest, their tongues tangling deep. Deepak's balls tightened, and he began to piston into her. He swallowed her tears, felt the sting at his scalp when she tugged at his hair, and let go until he came apart in her arms.

"Deepak," he heard her say with so much affection that he felt like it was breaking his heart.

"Vee," he said on a broken sigh.