Mature content ahead. Literally my fav one. Read at your own risk because it’s very filthy.

She rubs her pussy faster, then brings her fingers to her lips, licking it off, and I think I cum a little by the realisation that my type is whatever she is, nothing more or nothing less, and fuck me, it would never be someone else.

Aashika Raichand PoV... 

This is the second day. I wake up wrapped in Vikram’s arms; he is still sleeping, snoring softly. 

I watch him for the longest time, the mole in the corner of his right cheek peeking through the beard, or the slight wrinkle just besides his eye; my fingers rub against his forehead to crease the frown.

Something happened right then. He grabs my left wrist in a death grip; his eyes are still closed, and his face is twisting in displeasure. "Vikram..." I try to wake him up because the grip on my wrist is so tight that I feel my wrist would break into two.