“More,” she panted as she writhed, begging him to please her. She’d never begged in her life, but it felt so good, so overwhelming. Ajay made oral sex an art and she wanted it all the time now. She tugged down the cups of her bra and began kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples.

“You taste delicious, Raj,” Ajay said in Punjabi before he stroked her again with his tongue and then worked her turgid nub between his teeth.

She began shaking hard, panting and swearing at him, urging him to move faster, to eat her harder. Then she gripped the undersides of her knees and pulled her legs to her chest to expose all of her core.

Without missing a beat, he gripped her hips and pulled her tighter against his mouth.

She was delirious. How had the tables turned this fast? How had she gone from seductress to being seduced?

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Yes,” she whined in a high-pitch voice. She was wound so tight, breathlessly waiting at the precipice of her release. “Please. Please.”

He moved faster and harder until she exploded, shaking and writhing from the force of her orgasm. It rolled inside her like waves of fire and pleasure. Raj didn’t know how long she lay there shaking, but her legs had gone lax and draped over the edge of the table.

“Soni,” he said hoarsely. She lifted her head at the endearment and watched as he pulled his fingers out of her and slipped them into his mouth. He moaned in delight, and if that didn’t cause her an orgasm after-quake she didn’t know what did. She lifted up on her elbows, waiting for his next move, which thankfully didn’t take long.

Ajay unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. With the dimming light of day casting the room into shadows, she saw the need in his eyes as he stroked the thick, long length of his penis.

Lifting one hip, he removed his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a condom.

He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it over the length of him before he looked back at her expectantly.

Without another word, Raj slid off the table, straddled his lap, and inched forward so that she hovered over him.

Reason began to slip away again, and she unclasped her bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders as she spoke filthy, sexy words.

“Do you want to wreck my pussy again, Ajay?”

He squeezed her butt cheeks. “I think I already have, baby. You don’t want another man’s cock, do you? You’re addicted now. Just like I am.”

A tickle of fear scraped the back of her throat because there was a damn good possibility that he was right. Before she could object, he took one tightly budded nipple in his mouth.

And her decision was made.