🌶️ Cumming sir

🌶️cumming sir

Her pov

After the shopping, night had already fallen thick and heavy by the time we reached the farmhouse.

Rudra had insisted on coming here instead of the main mansion-said he just wanted to sleep.

I didn't know if he was joking or serious, but the exhaustion carved into his face told me it wasn't entirely a lie.

He hadn't slept last night.

Not even a wink.

Because of me.

Because of the fight.

Because my absence had kept him awake like some kind of punishment he'd imposed on himself.

He scooped me up the moment we stepped inside the bedroom-effortless, possessive, like I weighed nothing.

One arm under my knees, the other cradling my back.

I didn't protest.

My body was too tired, too sore, too full of everything I couldn't name.

He laid me gently on the bed, kicked off his shoes, shed his shirt, and slid in beside me.

His arm immediately curled around my waist, pulling my back flush to his chest.

Warm.

Solid.

Familiar.

he'd fall asleep instantly.

But I couldn't

My breasts were killing me.

Heavy.

Sore.

Throbbing with a deep, insistent ache that made me want to claw them out of my own skin.

The herbs had worked too well.

They felt swollen beyond normal-hot, tight, wrong.

Every heartbeat sent fresh pulses of pain radiating outward.

I pressed my thighs together, shifted once, twice-nothing helped.

I stirred.

Carefully-oh so carefully-I lifted his heavy arm from my waist and placed it beside me.

He didn't wake.

I sat up slowly, back against the headboard.

Fingers trembling, I reached behind and unhooked my bra under the nightshirt.

The clasp gave with a tiny snap that sounded deafening in the quiet room.

I dragged the straps down, pulled the lace free, and dropped it over the side of the mattress.

The instant freedom was a cruel tease.

Air kissed my bare skin through the thin cotton.

My nipples-already hard, already aching-tightened further against the fabric.

A whimper escaped before I could swallow it.

They hurt so much.

I cupped them gently.

Just... held them.

Pressed. Not hard.

Just enough to counter the unbearable fullness.

"Uuuughh",

A low, broken moan slipped out.

God.

It helped. A fraction. Just enough to breathe.

I squeezed again-thumbs brushing the peaks.

Ummmm....

They were Too sensitive.... Too much that Another needy sound tore from my throat.

That's when I felt it.

Eyes on me.

Heavy. Burning eyes.

I didn't need to look at him ...to know that he was looking at me..

My heart slammed into my ribs.

I froze.

Slowly-terrified-I turned my head.

Rudra was awake.

Propped on one elbow.

Moonlight slicing across his face, carving his features into sharp, shadowed planes.

His eyes-dark, unblinking-locked straight on my chest.

On my hands.

On the way the nightshirt clung to every swollen curve.

He wasn't smiling.

Wasn't breathing loudly.

Just... watching.

Intensely.

Like I was the only thing left in the universe.

Heat flooded me-face, neck, chest, everywhere.

Shame twisted with something darker, hotter, until I couldn't separate them.

What the hell is he thinking?

That I'm shameless?

Desperate?

Some pathetic, needy girl who can't even wait till morning?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I yanked my hands away.

Started to sit up fully-ready to bolt to the bathroom, lock the door, cry, maybe call someone , anything-

But before I could swing my legs off the bed, his hand shot out.

Caught my wrist.

Firm. Unbreakable.

Dhak dhak....

Dhak dhak...

My heart was beating so fast ...that i can hear it in my ears

I froze again.

Ohh god.....

My heart will come out of my throat now..

I know it will

Relax ....relax noor

He will not eat me...

He must be curious.....that why i am doing

He will not do anything

He is a good boy

Ughh...

I couldn't look at him.

Couldn't bear to see whatever was in his eyes-judgment, disgust, pity.

Sensations were already rushing downward-hot, liquid, traitorous-pooling between my thighs even as shame burned my cheeks.

I was still frozen, still imagining escape routes, when he yanked me

Hard.

I tumbled forward-straight onto him.

His chest

"Ahh..."

The impact sent adrenaline spiking up my spine.

My breasts crushed against his bare, hot torso

Skin to skin through the thin top

The sudden pressure-his hard chest against my swollen, aching mounds-ripped a moan straight from my throat.

Gosh.

It gave relief.

Sharp, unexpected, filthy relief.

I should have pushed away.

Should have scrambled off.

Instead-God forgive me-I stayed.

I rubbed a little on his chest

Just a little

Just enough.

My nipples dragged across his skin through the fabric-rough, perfect friction-and another broken sound escaped me.

"Ummmmmmm...."

I knew he was watching.

Intensely.

Hungrily.

I could feel his gaze like a physical touch.

Who cares?

Who fucking cares anymore?

Just then-a big, warm hand came towards me and Groped my left breast.

Hard.

"Ouch... fuck-"

The word tore out of me, half pain, half plea.

But the moan that followed was pure, helpless relief.

His fingers dug in hard-kneading, squeezing-taking the unbearable weight and giving it purpose.

It was too much.

It was exactly enough.

In the next heartbeat my back hit the mattress.

He hovered over me-broad shoulders blocking the moonlight, eyes black with something feral and tender all at once.

His hand never left my breast.

The other braced beside my head.

He looked-at my flushed face, at my heaving chest, at the way my nightshirt had ridden up, exposing the undersides of my swollen mounds.

I couldn't breathe properly.

the pain wouldn't let me stay still.

It clawed deeper with every heartbeat, turning my breasts into something foreign and cruel-swollen, hot, so full they felt ready to burst.

Like they didn't belong to me anymore.

Like they were punishing me for every herb I'd swallowed without question, for every secret hope I'd buried about what our future might hold.

"what happened to them....why are you behave like a girl desperate to get fucked hmmmm....""

I shifted again.

Just a tiny movement.

My breath hitched in my throat and i started

Fresh agony bloomed across my chest, sharp enough to steal my breath.

I had to do something.

I had to tell him.

"i....i accidentally took the....l...la... lactating herbs...its paining too much now...i...i can't bear it.

..i....i need to do something...

let me go rudra...maybe i will call ishqi( she is a doctor)",

I said very Carefully-so carefully-to use the correct words

That will not make me more embarrassed

Heat flooded my face-my neck-my chest-everywhere at once.

In his gaze..I felt small.

Exposed.

Dirty.

And yet... somewhere beneath the shame, a tiny, wicked spark flickered.

He was looking at me like I was everything.

Like the pain I was trying to hide was something precious he wanted to take from me.

He smirked

Ugghhhhhhh.......fir se woh gandi si smile....

"Beautiful," he whispered.

His voice was deep, rough, almost reverent.

His eyes darkened further-pupils swallowing the irises until they were pure black.

What is beautiful here??

Me in pain??

One minute what is he going to do

"dekbiye rudra....agar apko koi ilaaz pta hai toh bataiye ...warna hume jane dejiye...hayeee daiya...hum nhi seh skte ise",

(See rudra....if you know any remedy....just tell me..and if not let me go.....ohh god....i can't bear it anymore)

I said.

"i know one remedy...and that will definitely help , only if you let me do ..tell me will you? And beside that i don't think there is another remedy...its too late now, "

He said with seriousness in his eyes

I think for a second

And at this time ...I can't think anything straight forward....i just want to get relief

I nodded

And he moved . Slowly.

"See...either you suck yourself...or let me do it for you "

My eyes went wide a little

He ..

He will suck me

His lips on my nipples

The thought send me shivers down my spine

"relax biwi....if you felt uncomfortable even for a second, just tell me... i swear i will stop..."

He said assuring me

I nodded biting my lower lips

"take it off"

He said.

i moved my hand as i take out my top

Just then i felt a shiver ran down my spine

I was half naked in front of him..and my skirt was also half ridden ..

His eyes....they were making me feel vulnerable

His hand lifted-big, calloused, steady-reaching toward me.

I stared at it, confused. Heart racing.

"Tell me how will you like me to hold them," he said, voice strong, commanding, but laced with something softer. Almost uncertain.

"I don't know"

My throat closed.

He won't touch me like that.

He wants to make me more embarrass....

I know he very well know how to handle them but here he was..making me want to go six feet down in the floor

The pain kept rising-relentless, suffocating.

I couldn't think.

Couldn't breathe.

Couldn't decide if I wanted to hide or beg.

So I did the only thing my body knew how to do.

I caught his wrist-fingers trembling-and guided his palm to my left breast.

His hand swallowed it almost completely.

Warm. Heavy. Safe.

Even though they were normal-sized, in his grip they looked small.

Fragile. Like they belonged there.

He didn't move his hand ....Didn't even squeezed....

Just held-waiting for me to guide him...

He very well know how to make me crazy

And make me beg for him

His Eyes were locked on my face.

Like he has whole worlds Patience...

He was

waiting for me to show him what I needed.

He wants to make me feel open and comfortable with him...

He wants to bring my dirty side that i has always hidden under my skin...

Everything aside

I know what he really want

He wants me to get shameless like him

I swallowed hard. My Voice barely a whisper.

"... grab them ..hard ...pls i want releif"

. grab them ..hard ...pls i want releif"

My fingers tightened over his-pressing his palm firmer against me.

I squeezed-guiding him.

Showing him.

"This hard?" His voice had gone hoarse. Thick.

He flexed his fingers once-testing-then pumped my breast in his hand. Firm. Deliberate.

"Umhhhhhhmmmmm-"

A jolt of relief crashed through the pain-mingled with sudden, sharp pleasure.

It was hard.

Harder than the night he grabbed them last time in the kitchen..

But my stupid, greedy heart wanted more.

Craved it.

He is making me mad for his touch

I shook my head slowly.

No.

His eyes flared wide for one heartbeat-like I'd just confessed something dangerous. My breath hitched.

What is he thinking?

A hungrier part of me craved something else

Does he know exactly how roughly i want him to be .....i want him to suck me until I cry out-

But then the surprise on his face vanished.

Replaced by that slow, wicked, mischievous grin that always made my stomach flip.

" this hard?" he asked, voice dropping lower as he groped me more deliberately-kneading now, rolling the swollen mound in his palm with slow, purposeful pressure.

A whimper tore from my throat-unbidden, shameless.

"No..." I breathed, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. "A little more harder."

His grip tightened instantly.

He grabbed my entire breast-fingers digging in-squeezing so tight my eyes rolled back and a broken

"Hayye... daiyaaa..." slipped out in a shaky, desperate exhale.

It hurt.

But it felt so good.

The pressure was perfect-relieving the unbearable fullness while setting every nerve on fire.

My head tipped back against the pillow.

Thighs pressed together instinctively.

"What should I do next?" he asked-voice thick now-pumping harder-rhythmic, relentless-each squeeze making my vision blur with pleasure-pain.

My mouth moved before my brain could catch up.

"Suck them..."

The words came out like an order. Needy. Raw. Without shame. Without hesitation.

He froze-just for a second.

Eyes darkening to near black.

Then he moved.

Fast. Sure. Like a man who'd been starving for exactly this.

My breasts spilled free from his hands -heavy, flushed, nipples dark and straining.

He didn't tease this time.

Didn't hesitate.

He lowered his head and took one swollen peak into his hot, wet mouth.

Ahhhhhhhhh......ughh

It was like...i was feeling electricity running from his mouth on my nipples...straight to my core

He sucked them....

Hars

The first hard suck ripped a cry from my throat-half sob, half plea.

His tongue swirled-firm, insistent-drawing on me like he needed it to survive.

The suction was strong-rhythmic-pulling at the deep ache until it unraveled into pure, molten heat.

But nothing came out of my nipples yet

I clutched his hair-hard-nails scraping his scalp.

"Rudra..."

His name broke on my lips-trembling, reverent.

He switched sides without warning-same fierce hunger-teeth grazing just enough to make me arch off the bed.

One big hand stayed on the first breast-kneading, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger-while his mouth devoured the second.

Every pull sent pleasure-pain crashing through me.

Deeper.

Hotter.

His tongue moved in slow, maddening circles over my oh-so-tender skin-again and again-teasing, tasting, never quite giving me what I needed.

I moved my hand around his neck-pulling him closer-while shifting more towards him

My mouth felt dry.

Words empty.

Only sensation left.

He opened his soft, petal-like lips over my flesh and sucked-once. Twice.

Yesss... suck them like this... more harder...

I watched-dazed-his lips moving around my pebble-hard nipples, which seemed to have grown even more swollen under his attention.

He nibbled-teeth grazing-then bit down.

My eyes flew open wide when his teeth clutched them tightly.

My hand raised on its own toward him ...to stop him

"Aahh... D..don't bite them," I sighed my nails on his bare back, feeling my core dripping wet, thighs trembling.

" what will you do if i bite you again?" He asked in a low, dangerous voice-anger threading through the lust-while biting harder, making me fight to control my scream.

"I will....i will go back to my brother..and then never come back to yoh," I replied seriously, glaring at him through the haze.

The moment the words left my mouth, I felt a sharp sting-

Smack.

"Ahhh..."

He slapped my left breast-hard-making my eyes go wide in shock and fresh pain.

"W..what did you just do?" I gasped, pain traveling through my whole body like lightning.

"you said you want relief from the pain...i am giving you relief" he replied calmly-too calmly-while his eyes held something dark, possessive, vengeful.

"Sooner it starts lactating, sooner you'll get relief."

I could see it.

I could feel it.

He was taking revenge.

Because I went with my brother

"H-hold me tight," he smirked-sly, wicked.

Before I could react-

Smack.

Another slap landed on my breast-making me jerk toward him.

I fisted his hair tightly-nails scraping scalp.

I felt something traveling-from deep inside my breast toward my nipples. It was close. So close.

Smack.

Another-harder-on the other breast.

Aahh... it hurt more than before.

But it felt so good.

Even the slightest pressure felt too much-and exactly right.

Smack.

He kept hitting them-continuous, rhythmic-making my breasts jiggle nonstop, skin turning red, his handprints blooming like marks of ownership.

I was lost-shaking my head, feeling throbbing between my legs, pussy clenching around nothing.

His hot breath covered my breasts.

Then-I felt it.

A little white liquid oozing from my nipples.

"i...i ...," I whispered, disbelieving my own eyes.

His eyes beamed-dark excitement flashing through them.

"My milk..." he growled, and before any drop could fall, he attached his lips to my bud hungrily.

And then sucked-so hard.

I shivered-pleasure, need, relief crashing over me.

My core burned.

My heart did flip-flops.

I pulled him closer-desperate-while pain flowed out with every pull.

The harder he sucked, the more relief I got.

The wet, obscene sounds of his sucking filled the entire room.

I was wet..

Unknowingly I ground against him-seeking friction.

He held my thighs tight-keeping me in place.

His tongue flicked out-catching the drop.

He groaned-low, guttural-like I'd just given him the most sacred thing he'd ever tasted.

And then he sucked again-harder-drawing more.

"Umnhhhhhh....ahhhhhhhh....ruuuuuuuuuudraaaa-",

I can't help myself with the moan that came out me .

The sensation was overwhelming-intimate, obscene, shattering.

Tears slipped down my temples-not from pain, but from how exposed I felt.

How completely wanted.

How utterly his.

He drank-slow, deep pulls-hand massaging the other breast in the same rhythm-coaxing, encouraging, worshipping.

"You are so sweet .... that i think i should change my diet....i can drink you all night..ahhhhh my milk-"

He said...

His voice was making me wet more

My hips rolled helplessly against the sheets.

"Rudra... please..."

I didn't know what I was begging for anymore.

He lifted his head just long enough to rasp against my wet skin-

"tell me whose milk is this...tell me noor "

What type of question was that??

Ofcrse it was mine

"Mine-" i said

Just then he squeezed my left boobs hard.

I moaned loudly in pleasure

"Yours-",

I said

He smirked-naughty, wicked-then latched onto the other bud and sucked harshly-drawing out the liquid with greedy pulls.

Aahh... my boobs had never felt so good.

... what is happening to me?

He was lost in them-completely-leaning toward me

His erotic sounds-sucking, lapping, groaning-drove me insane.

I couldn't think of anyone except him

I had lied him once that someone lived in my heart-so that he may leave me alone in my life.

But there had never been anyone else.

I lost track of time-his hair tangled brutally under my grip.

He'll definitely feel pain combing it tomorrow.

I smiled evilly at the thought-unaware that my own hair was a mess, fisted in his hand.

My pain was lessening.

His sucking speed increased-liquid flowing slower now.

Just then his hand settled over my pussy-right over the thin cotton of my skirt-the touch was feather-light at first.

Almost reverent.

Almost innocent.

But innocence died the second his heat bled through the fabric.

It felt like someone had poured molten honey straight between my legs-thick, burning, spreading.

I startled-whole body jerking as though lightning had struck my spine.

A current ripped through me-sharp, electric, merciless-from the place he cupped all the way to my fingertips, my toes, the roots of my hair.

My breath snagged in my throat like broken glass.

Stars exploded behind my closed lids, bright and blinding.

My legs parted on their own.

No permission asked.

No thought given.

They simply opened-traitorous, desperate-inviting him deeper even as every sane part of me screamed to snap them shut, to hide, to run.

The skirt rode up-dangerously high-fabric bunching at the tops of my thighs, exposing soft, trembling skin to the cool night air of the farmhouse bedroom.

Moonlight painted silver stripes across my inner thighs like a brand.

He didn't rush.

Never did when he wanted to torture me slowly.

His fingers began tracing lazy, maddening circles over the cotton-pressing just enough to make the damp material cling obscenely to my folds.

Every rotation dragged the soaked fabric against my swollen clit-friction that was too much and nowhere near enough.

I arched back-spine bowing off the mattress in a sharp, helpless curve-head tipping deep into the pillow until my throat was exposed, vulnerable.

"Tell me have you touched yourself down there before-",

He said

The lingering ache in my breasts had softened to a sweet, pulsing throb-milk no longer leaking, just tender fullness-but now an entirely new fire roared to life lower. Hot. Insistent.

Terrifying.

It wasn't just arousal.

It was need.

Raw. Bone-deep.

The kind that made me feel small and huge at the same time.

"Tell me," I whispered-voice trembling, barely more than breath.

"Just once... useless-because right then-

My eyes rolled back.

The knot snapped.

I came-hard.

Violently.

My whole body seized-back arching so sharply I thought my spine would break-thighs clamping around his hand-inner walls fluttering, clenching, pulsing around his fingers.

A gush of wetness flooded out-hot, slick-coating his palm, his wrist, the sheets beneath me.

I sobbed his name-loud, broken-tears spilling freely now.

Pleasure crashed over me in waves-relentless, overwhelming-until I was shaking, trembling, boneless.

He didn't stop right away.

Just slowed-gentled-fingers still inside me, stroking softly through the aftershocks-coaxing every last tremor from my body.

When I finally collapsed-limp, spent, chest heaving-he withdrew carefully.

His hand came up-glistening, soaked-and he brought it to his lips.

Licked once-slow-eyes never leaving mine.

Then he

leaned down-kissed my forehead.

My wet cheeks.

My trembling mouth.