**The Year I Lost Her**

I always loved Srushti. From the moment we met in college, she was the one who made my heart race. But I never told her. We graduated, I got a job in Pune, and she moved to Hyderabad. A week after she started her new job, she called me—just casual talk, catching up. Then she dropped the bomb.

*”There’s this senior guy in the networks team… he’s so hot, Ansh. I go to the office just to see him.”*

My stomach twisted. Jealousy burned through me as I listened to her gush about him. My hand slid down my pants, gripping my already hard cock. I stroked slow at first, then faster as she kept talking.

*”Are you… considering dating him?”* I asked, my voice tight.

*”Yeah, maybe. Let’s see how things go,”* she giggled.

That was it. I came hard, spurting into my palm, imagining it was her pussy I was filling instead. The next day, I called her, blurted out my feelings—but she shut me down. *”I never saw you like that, Ansh.”*

For a year, we didn’t speak. I jerked off to her pictures, her deepfakes, fantasizing about being the one to take her virginity. But I wasn’t. He was.

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**Her First Time**

It started with sexting. Late-night messages, blurred nudes—his thick fingers tracing her thighs in the photos she sent. Then one night, he invited her over.

*”You ready for me, baby?”* he growled, pushing her onto the bed. His hands were rough as he ripped off her clothes, his mouth latching onto her nipples. She gasped as his fingers slid inside her tight pussy, already slick for him.

*”Fuck, you’re so tight,”* he groaned, spreading her legs wider. He didn’t wait—just shoved his cock into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched her open.

*”Take it, slut,”* he grunted, pounding into her hard, her virgin cunt clenching around him. He fucked her on her back, then bent her over the bed, slapping her ass as he drilled her deeper. When he came, he pulled out and shot his load across her back, leaving her trembling.

It wasn’t love. It was ownership.

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**The Way He Used Her**

After that first time, he treated her like a toy. Fucked her against the wall the moment he walked in, bent her over the office desk when they worked late. Sometimes, she’d wake up with his cock already inside her, thrusting violently before she was even fully awake.

*”You’re mine,”* he’d whisper, hands gripping her throat as he railed her from behind. She moaned, hating how her body betrayed her—how wet she got when he used her like this.

Cowgirl, doggy, face-down-ass-up—he took her in every position, leaving bruises on her hips from how hard he held her. She came, but it was never gentle. He made sure of that.

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**Reunion**

Then, after a year, she called me. She missed me. We met, and she told me everything—the sexting, the way he took her virginity, the way he fucked her like she was just a hole for him.

I listened, my cock throbbing in my pants. Then I grabbed her.

*”You should’ve been mine,”* I growled, pushing her onto the bed. My mouth latched onto her neck as my hands yanked her dress up. No foreplay—I shoved two fingers inside her, feeling how soaked she was just from telling me about him.

*”Fuck me, Ansh,”* she moaned, arching into me.

I didn’t hold back. I slid my cock into her in one hard thrust, making her scream. Unlike him, I wasn’t just using her—I was claiming her. My hips slammed into her, her pussy gripping me tight as I fucked her deep, her moans filling the room.

*”You feel that? That’s how you should’ve been fucked the first time,”* I growled, flipping her onto her stomach and yanking her hips up. I drilled into her, my balls slapping against her clit as she came hard, her thighs shaking.

We didn’t stop for hours.

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**Marriage & More**

I married her. On our wedding night, I let her take control—riding me hard in cowgirl, her tits bouncing as she moaned my name. Then reverse cowgirl, her ass slamming down onto me, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust up into her.

The next morning, I had another demand. *”I want your ass, Srushti.”*

She whimpered but nodded. I lubed her tight hole, teasing her with my fingers before pushing in slowly. Her scream was primal as I bottomed out, her body trembling around me.

*”Fuck, it’s so tight,”* I groaned, thrusting deep, her ass gripping me like a vise. She came untouched, her pussy dripping as I filled her ass with my cum.

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**Honeymoon & Beyond**

In Spiti Valley, we fucked in every hotel, against the balcony railing, at a viewpoint where anyone could’ve seen us. She got pregnant.

And when her milk came in? I sucked it straight from her tits while I fucked her, her moans echoing through the house.

Now, even with our twins sleeping in the next room, I still take her—hard and rough, just the way she loves it.

Because finally, she’s *mine.*