**The Second Night – Manik and Nandini**

Nandini was still trembling when I led her into my house for the second time. The girl was barely twenty, fresh-faced and untouched before our first night together. That had been two weeks ago, after the village meeting when she’d lingered behind—shy, nervous, but curious as hell about what it meant to be with a man. I was the Sarpanch, older, and she had looked at me with those wide, innocent eyes, biting her lip as if she already knew she wanted to give in.

Tonight, she wasn’t here by accident.

I watched her fidget with the edge of her sari, the fabric loose around her waist, her breasts barely contained beneath the thin blouse. She was trying to act like she wasn’t nervous, but I knew better. “You came back,” I murmured, stepping closer.

She nodded, her breath hitching as I cupped her chin. “I—I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

That was all I needed. My cock was already hard, pressing against my dhoti as I pulled her against me. She gasped when I kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth, teasing her until she whimpered. I could feel her body trembling—half fear, half need—and I loved it.

This time, she didn’t hesitate when I tugged her sari loose, letting the fabric pool at her feet. Her blouse followed, revealing her small, perfect tits, the nipples already hard. I squeezed one, rolling it between my fingers until she moaned.

“Manik—”

“You remember what I did to you last time?” I growled, my hand sliding down her stomach, past the waistband of her thin cotton panties. She was already wet, her pussy slick as my fingers found her clit.

She gasped, her legs instinctively spreading for me. “Y-yes.”

“Good. Then you know what’s coming.”

I pushed two fingers inside her, slow but firm, feeling her tight little cunt clench around me. She was so warm, so fucking wet, and the way her hips jerked against my hand told me she needed more.

“Lie down,” I ordered, guiding her onto the bed.

She obeyed, her chest rising and falling fast as I pulled off my dhoti, freeing my thick cock. Her eyes went wide at the sight, just like the first time, but this time, she didn’t look afraid. She looked hungry.

I climbed over her, pressing my dick against her slit, rubbing the head between her folds. She whimpered, her fingers digging into my arms. “Please—”

I didn’t make her wait. I pushed inside with one deep thrust, making her cry out as her body stretched to take me. Fuck, she was tight—so fucking tight—and the way she clenched around me nearly made me lose it right there.

“You feel that?” I groaned, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.

She let out a broken moan, her back arching. “Yes—yes—”

I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her thighs as I buried myself in her again and again. She was whimpering with every thrust, her nails scraping down my back, her pussy gripping me like she never wanted me to leave.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered, gripping her hips. “Let me see you play with that clit while I fuck you.”

Her hand shot down between her legs, her fingers rubbing quick, desperate circles as I pounded into her. Her moans got louder, her legs shaking, and I knew she was close.

“That’s it,” I growled, slamming into her harder. “Come on my cock, Nandini. Let me feel it.”

A second later, her whole body tensed, her pussy squeezing me like a fist as she came with a scream. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it, chasing my own release until I buried myself deep and spilled inside her with a groan.

We were both panting when I finally pulled out, watching my cum drip from her swollen pussy.

She looked up at me, her lips parted, her eyes dazed.

“Still nervous?” I asked, smirking.

She shook her head, a slow, shy smile spreading across her face. “No. I think… I like this.”

I chuckled, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”