Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-Chapter 101: Morning love one last time(R-18)

**Next morning**

Ding-Dong

Rohit’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of Ragini sleeping naked in his embrace, her soft curves pressed against him.

The incoming call on her phone had shattered his sleep. He glanced at the screen—it was from her maternal home, his grandma calling. The time read 8:00 in the morning. He dismissed it quickly, not wanting to disturb her.

The call might have been urgent, but Ragini’s peaceful form held his attention.

His gaze traced her sensual body, her white curves devastatingly intoxicating.

Last night when he met her, she was very insecure. Harsh words from Kavita had hit her like a stone. She felt lost and deeply worried about their future.

That’s when he came up to fuck her brains out and make her forget all pain. Surprisingly, she was a fiercely passionate woman, too long deprived of such pleasure. It was a shame she’d gone without for so many years.

He felt a stir below and glanced down, surprised. Her left hand, even in sleep, had reached for his semi-erect cock, her fingers brushing against it as if drawn to him instinctively. A smirk crossed his face.

Why not? He’d lost track of how many times he’d taken her, but he vividly recalled releasing inside her five times before they both passed out from exhaustion. Eight would’ve been perfect, but those extra three rounds ended up in the condom she brought with herself. Funny thing, the fourth one broke and so they ended up doing it raw afterwards.

He remembered checking the time around 4 a.m., meaning he’d barely gotten four hours of sleep.

His eyes lingered on her breasts—big, soft, perky mounds that lay bare, practically begging for his touch. ’Damn, it is asking for it.’

Leaning down, he sucked gently on her nipple, its softness melting in his mouth, though he felt a pang of regret that no milk came. He felt her hand tighten on him as he squeezed her breast tenderly, savoring its weight.

A sultry voice broke the silence. "You really like my breasts, hmm?" Ragini murmured, her tone teasing yet thick with desire.

Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto Rohit’s with a playful glint.

Rohit chuckled, glancing up at her slightly flushed face, a serene smile gracing her lips. "Hey, you started it—you grabbed my thing first," he teased back.

She pulled away just enough to check her phone, eyes widening. She looked at him, tone half-complaining. "You cancelled it?"

Rohit answered by sucking again, making her flinch and moan softly. "Anh... Rohit... gentle."

Her face stayed puzzled, still waiting for an answer.

Rohit rolled his eyes. "You were sleeping like a princess. Couldn’t wake my queen from her dream, could I?"

She gave a faint smile and brushed his hair back as she explained. "You have no idea what a real queen is. My mom will make a real mess over a cancelled call. They must have wanted to inform me on tickets.." She sighed. "I’m already exhausted just thinking about dealing with her."

Rohit looked at her, hand still on her breast. "Wait... you mean actual royalty? You’re joking, right? Those days are long gone."

Ragini’s tone turned serious. "It’s not a joke, Rohit. Our family is a direct descendant of the Shekhawat clan—one of the few surviving royal families of northern Rajasthan. We don’t have the estate anymore, but we still carry the surnames."

He fell into deep thought. In his past fragmented memories, he was never fortunate enough to visit Ragini’s house—she never left the Singhania place herself. So far their core industry is still in gujarat.

Sure, some relatives came dressed in traditional attire, but he barely interacted with them. That also explained why she tended to lean so heavily toward tradition in public most of the time. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Ragini quickly shifted, pressing her breasts against his face. "Don’t think too much—keep doing what you were doing," she urged, voice low and inviting.

Rohit grinned and latched onto her tits again. His teeth gently grazed her nipple, drawing a sharp "Hiek!" from her.

"Naughty boy, don’t do that—it hurts," she scolded playfully.

He stuck out his tongue, licking softly along her skin as he taunted, "It’s fun. I love your reaction."

Amused, she smirked. "Is that so?" Her lower hand tightened its grip on his eight-inch erect cock, stroking gently.

Rohit responded by cupping both her breasts, his bandaged hands steady and pain-free as he caressed their soft weight. His tongue flicked between her nipples, teasing them simultaneously.

Her body shuddered, but she didn’t release his cock—both hands now stroking him with slow, deliberate motions.

"You like your boobs sucked?" he asked, sucking one nipple deeply.

"Mmmhh," she moaned, eyes closed, her face relishing the jolts of pleasure as he tugged her nipple with his mouth.

His right hand slid down to her pussy, finding it hot and dripping. She parted her legs, granting him access, and he slipped in his middle finger, then added his index, her juices coating his fingers as he moved.

"A very nasty princess, I see," he joked.

Ragini muffled her moans. "mmmh... Don’t say like that..."

Rohit, amused, bit her nipple lightly. "I’ll turn you dirty."

"Aanh... bad boy."

Ragini pulled his face to hers with both hands, kissing him fiercely, her pussy clenching around his fingers. His cock, now unserviced, throbbed with need, but he didn’t mind, lost in the heat of her mouth.

His tongue explored her, savoring her taste, while his fingers kept moving inside her.

Even though he was filled with bliss, his heart was in turmoil thinking of her departure date. She would be gone for months.

Shit, she will probably leave today. I might not get any chance soon.

Then he pulled back abruptly, voice husky. "Let’s fuck."

Ragini’s eyes widened. "Now? Again?"

(bj scene..)

Rohit nodded, his gaze eager and raw as he stood, bringing his cock closer to her mouth.

Her breath hitched, a mix of surprise and anticipation flickering across her face.

She leaned forward, lips parting, ready to take him in as their desire reignited in the morning light.

Ragini smiled, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. She kissed the tip that had given her such pleasure the night before, stroking gently to reveal the pink foreskin.

Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick the sensitive tip.

Rohit shivered under the wet sensation, but she wasn’t done. In one smooth motion, she took him into her mouth, her hands milking his cock in sync with her sucking. Fuck... I’m being blown by a princess. Even her sucking feels filled with etiquette...

Her tongue danced along his shaft, making it twitch with every expert stroke. He relished the sight of her beautiful face working his cock, taking it deeper with each rhythmic motion, her saliva slicking his length.

"Yes, take it deeper. Suck me like a whore."

His cock throbbed harder as she gagged slightly, taking him fully into her throat before pulling back with a cough. "It’s too big," she complained, a faint pout on her lips.

Rohit squeezed her breast, grinning. "And yet you took it all in."

Ignoring him, she leaned in to try again, but he stopped her. "How about we do it standing?" he suggested.

Puzzled, she asked, "Where?"

He pointed to the window. Before she could respond, he yanked her from the bed and pressed her against the wall. His lips crashed into hers, sucking her lower lip before slipping his tongue inside.

"Mhhh," she moaned softly.

He kissed her neck, digging his teeth in as he squeezed her tits.

"Uff... Rohit..."

She wrapped herself around his body as her body shuddered.

He turned her around, squeezing her breasts from behind, and slapped her ass.

"Remember this position? Last time in the office... you came just like that."

(pussy-licking..)

She shivered hard, bending in a folded position, her hands resting on the glass. A red handprint still marked her right ass cheek.

A light spank made her soft cheeks jiggle, and he dropped to his knees, spreading her ass to reveal her glistening pussy lips. His tongue dove in, licking eagerly.

"Anhhh~ mmmmh~" Ragini moaned, balancing against the wall.

Outside the window, she glimpsed the staff going about their morning—gardeners watering plants, maids bustling, her daughter Arya running laps in her tracksuit—but none of it mattered. Her mind was consumed by Rohit’s tongue exploring her depths.

"Nnghhh~" Ragini moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, grinding her clit against his tongue. Her body trembled, and a stream of liquid gushed out, which Rohit eagerly lapped up.

(standing-doggy-fucking..)

He stood up, lining his dick and entering smoothly without any hindrance.

This time, he gripped her waist with both hands before thrusting in. He could feel her insides clamping onto his cock, hot and pulsing with every movement.

Smack smack smack.

He bent her arm, pinning her against the glass window as he rammed her harder, feeling himself reach the depths of her womb. Her body shuddered under his relentless pace, her breath hitching with each powerful stroke.

"HAnh... annh.. ugh... uggh..."

Her moans filled the room, mixed with muffled breaths.

Her sweat-slicked skin glistened under the morning light, her curves trembling with every collision of their bodies.

His entire body jerked as he thrust deeply, drilling her at a blistering pace.

Their escapade stretched on for ten minutes, each second a blur of raw passion. He could have lasted longer, but her hot, jiggling tight ass was unraveling his control.

Desperate for release, he flipped her again and lowered her to her knees.

(cumshot-in-mouth..)

Ragini complied, opening her mouth in anticipation.

Rohit thrust his shaft into her, going deep, and released in waves—once, twice, thrice, and a fourth.

Her lips quivered as she gulped as much as she could, though some of his cum escaped, dripping down her chin onto her heaving breasts.

Her eyes locked onto his in a mix of exhaustion and lingering desire as she caught her breath. Their bodies still hummed with the aftershocks of their fast fuck.

"Hah... Liked my load, princess?" he taunted in ragged breaths.

"Rohit, I’m still your mom... Respect." She playfully slapped his cock in annoyance. Then she licked it clean, sucking thoroughly. "Mmmh~"

Her hands worked her pussy, still hungry for more. Rohit felt ready for another round, but a sudden knock interrupted them.

Dhad-dhad.

"Rohit, open the door? Don’t keep me waiting." It was Arya, her daughter, back from her jog. From her tone, it sounded urgent.

Dread washed over their faces—they couldn’t let her witness this.

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A/N//: Guys I know pacing has been slow, but from now the story will pick up speed. Foundation is set. Hope to get your continued support. Good review or ratings please :)