**The Night I Took Her**

I never thought I’d do it. But the way Suman teased me—always bending over just a little too far when she picked something up, laughing with the neighbors like she didn’t see me watching—it drove me crazy. She was mine, and she needed to remember that.

She was in the kitchen when I got home, her loose cotton dress swaying as she stirred something on the stove. The sight of her round ass pressing against the thin fabric made my dick throb. I didn’t say anything as I stepped behind her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Suman gasped, trying to turn around. “Prem? What are—”

I spun her around, shoving her back against the counter. Her eyes went wide, but I could already see her breathing quicken, the way her nipples tightened under her dress. She knew what I wanted.

“No,” she whimpered, struggling weakly. “Stop, don’t—”

I ignored her, grabbing the front of her dress and tearing it open. Her tits bounced free, full and soft, her dark nipples already hard. She tried to cover herself, but I slapped her hands away and squeezed her tits hard, making her cry out.

“Fucking liar,” I growled, pressing my body against hers. “You want this just as bad as I do.”

I shoved my hand between her legs, feeling the heat through her panties. She whimpered again, but when I rubbed my fingers over her pussy, she was already soaked. “See? You’re fucking dripping.”

She shook her head, but her hips twitched against my hand. I yanked her panties down, letting them drop to the floor, then dragged her to the table. She fought me, but I was stronger, bending her over and pinning her wrists behind her back. Her round ass was bare now, her pussy glistening.

I unzipped my pants, my cock already hard and aching. I didn’t wait, didn’t bother to tease—I just shoved inside her with one rough thrust.

Suman screamed, her tight cunt gripping me like a vise. She was so wet, so warm, but she still pretended, still whimpered, “No, no, please—!”

I slapped her ass, hard, making her jerk. “Shut up and take it.”

Then I fucked her. Hard. Fast. My hips slammed against her ass over and over, my cock buried deep inside her. Every time she tried to pull away, I grabbed her hair and yanked her back, making her take every inch.

Her pussy clenched around me, and I knew she was close. She was panting, moaning despite herself, her thighs trembling. I reached around, rubbing her clit roughly, and she came with a broken cry, her cunt pulsing around my dick.

I didn’t stop. I kept pounding her, my balls slapping against her, until my own orgasm hit like a fucking storm. I shoved as deep as I could, groaning as I filled her up, my cum flooding her tight little pussy.

When I finally pulled out, she collapsed onto the table, breathing hard. I watched as my cum dripped out of her, slick down her thighs.

She turned her head, lips parted, eyes still dark with want.

And I knew—she’d be back for more.