Urvi sat on the edge of the bed, her face hidden behind the red veil, heart hammering so hard she was sure Omprakash would hear it the moment he stepped inside.

The room smelled of fresh jasmine and the faint smoke of the wedding lamps. She pressed her thighs together, remembering the damp heat that had pooled between them when she recalled his words before the wedding:

"On the bed you're my slut. I will fuck you however I want."

The memory made her pussy clench and leak a little more, and she flushed, terrified he would smell her arousal the second he walked in.

The door clicked shut. Heavy footsteps crossed the floor.

Omprakash sat beside her, lifted the veil, and tilted her chin up. "Dar lag raha hai?"

She shook her head, voice small. "Nahi... bus ajib sa lag raha hai."

He smiled, dark and knowing. "Ghabra mat. Ab accha lagega."

His mouth covered hers before she could answer. The kiss was rough, teeth scraping her lower lip, tongue pushing deep.

While he kissed her he yanked at the hooks of her blouse; the silk tore and the garment flew somewhere behind them. Cool air hit her bare breasts, then the wet heat of his mouth sealed over one nipple.

He sucked hard, teeth nipping, while his hand mauled the other breast, fingers digging in until she moaned into his mouth.

"Ahh... dheere..." she gasped.

A sharp slap cracked across her breast. "Chup, sali randi," he growled, pinching the stinging flesh. "Shaadi se pehle kya kaha tha? Aaj se bistar pe koi biwi nahi, sirf meri randi. Jo main karun, tu sahegi."

Urvi arched, the sting melting into liquid heat that rushed straight to her cunt. She clutched his hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

He switched to the other nipple, sucking, biting, leaving dark marks that would bloom purple by morning. Every pull of his mouth sent a fresh gush of wetness between her legs.

He shoved her onto her back, ripped the rest of the saree away, and spread her thighs. Before she could catch her breath his face was buried between them, tongue dragging through her soaked folds.

Urvi cried out, hips jerking. He licked broad stripes over her clit, then sucked the swollen nub between his lips while two thick fingers pushed inside her.

"Ahh... zor se.. ahh.. Omprakash!"

Another slap landed directly on her pussy. "Malik bol," he ordered against her wet flesh.

"Malik!" she sobbed. "Aur zor se, Malik!"

He slapped her again, harder, then drove his tongue deep, fucking her with it while his fingers rubbed her clit in tight circles.

The pressure built so fast she barely had time to warn him. "Malik, main... main aa rahi hoon!"

"Toh de, randi," he snarled. "Apne Malik ko sab de."

Urvi shattered, thighs clamping around his head, juices flooding his tongue. He drank every drop, then crawled up and kissed her, forcing her to taste herself on his tongue.

She moaned into the filthy kiss, dizzy with the mix of shame and need.

Omprakash stood, stripped off his kurta and dhoti in one motion. His cock sprang free-thick, veined, already leaking at the tip.

Urvi's eyes widened. He sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs, and gave her hair a sharp tug. She dropped to her knees without being told.

She wrapped both hands around the heavy shaft and took the head into her mouth. The stretch made her jaw ache, but she forced herself lower, gagging when the blunt head hit the back of her throat.

Omprakash groaned, fingers tightening in her hair. "Bas aise hi... ahh, randi, tera muh itna accha hai toh chut kitni tight hogi?"

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she gagged again, spit running down his balls.

He reached down, found her clit, and rubbed it in fast, rough circles. The dual sensation.. his cock choking her while his fingers worked her swollen nub, pushed her over the edge again.

She came with a muffled scream around his length, and the vibration dragged him with her. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her throat. She swallowed greedily, but some spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Omprakash pulled her off, cupped her face hard, and spat into her open mouth.

"Pee," he ordered. She swallowed that too, eyes glassy with lust.

He hauled her up and threw her onto the bed on her back.

His cock dragged through her slick folds, teasing her entrance. Urvi lifted her hips, trying to impale herself.

He laughed low. "Badi jaldi hai? Toh maang. Bol-Malik, meri chut apne lund se bhar do."

Shame burned her cheeks, but the need was stronger. "Malik... please... apni randi ki chut bhar do..."

A stinging slap landed on her pussy. "Le, phir."

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Urvi screamed, pain and pleasure crashing together.

He didn't wait; he fucked her like he meant to break her, hips snapping hard enough to jolt the bed against the wall. Each thrust punched the air from her lungs.

"Ahh-Malik-aur zor se-fad do meri chut-!"

He obliged, pounding faster, deeper, sweat dripping from his chest onto her bouncing breasts. She came again, walls fluttering and clenching around his cock, but he kept driving through it, forcing her into another orgasm before the first had even faded.

Without warning he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pressed the slick head of his cock against her tight asshole.

Urvi tensed, but he pushed in anyway-slow enough to stretch, hard enough to make her sob. The burn was sharp, then melted into a dark, filthy pleasure as he bottomed out in her ass.

"Aur zor se, Malik!" she begged, voice hoarse.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and started fucking her ass with the same ruthless rhythm he'd used on her pussy. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room.

"Itni tight gaand... ahh, randi, aaj se har raat tujhe nahi sone dunga. Roz teri chut aur gaand maarunga."

"Haan, Malik-main aapki hoon-aapki randi-jaldi-zor se-!"

He fucked her through two more orgasms, then buried himself to the root and came with a guttural groan, flooding her ass with hot cum.

They collapsed, panting, but Omprakash's cock was already twitching again inside her.

He smirked against her ear. "Abhi toh shuru kiya hai, randi. Poori raat chalegi."

Omprakash pulled out of her slowly, his cock glistening with their mixed cum. He rolled onto his side and studied her flushed face, watching the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath.

"Pehli baar tha isliye dheere dheere kiya," he said, voice low. "Ab samajh aa gaya tujhe kaise lena hai."

He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach without warning. Urvi gasped into the sheets. He yanked her ass up, forcing her onto her knees, then pressed her face down into the mattress with one hand between her shoulder blades.

"Ab seedha bol-kya chahiye?"

"Malik... apni randi ko chod do," she whimpered, voice muffled.

He spat on her already slick pussy and slammed his cock back inside with one brutal thrust. The force shoved her forward. He didn't give her time to adjust this time, his hips snapped hard and fast, each slap of skin loud in the quiet room. His balls smacked against her clit with every thrust.

"Aur zor se maang," he growled, gripping her hair and yanking her head back.

"Malik... zor se... apni chut phaad do meri!" she cried out.

He obliged. One hand stayed fisted in her hair while the other reached under to slap her swinging tits. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting until she sobbed. His cock drove deeper, the angle letting him hit the spot that made her walls flutter around him.

"Dekh kaise chud rahi hai meri nayi randi," he taunted, pulling almost all the way out before ramming back in.

"Pehle toh chup-chup ke moan kar rahi thi, ab poora mohalla uth jaayega teri awaaz se."

He pulled out suddenly and flipped her again, this time onto her back. He hooked her knees over his shoulders and folded her nearly in half before driving back inside.

The new position let him bottom out completely. Urvi's eyes rolled back as he fucked her with punishing strokes, the bed slamming against the wall.

"Bolta hoon na-poori raat nahi sone dunga," he panted, sweat dripping onto her breasts. "Har raat aise hi chodunga. Subah tak teri chut aur gaand dono se mera maal nikalunga."

He reached between them to rub her swollen clit in tight circles. The overstimulation made her thrash, but he pinned her down with his weight. She came with a broken scream, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Omprakash didn't stop. He kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing his own release. When he felt his balls tighten he pulled out, flipped her onto all fours again, and shoved his cock straight into her ass without warning.

Urvi wailed at the sudden stretch, but he held her hips steady and fucked her ass just as hard as he had her pussy.

"Gaand mein bhi le le meri jaan," he grunted. "Yeh bhi teri hai ab."

He reached around to slap her pussy while he wrecked her ass. Each slap made her clench around him. He came with a guttural groan, flooding her ass with thick ropes of cum.

He stayed buried deep, grinding his hips to push every drop inside.

Even after he finished he didn't pull out. Instead he leaned over her back, breathing hard against her ear.

"Abhi ek ghanta rest kar le. Phir phir se shuru karenge. Aur is baar aur bhi zor se."

Urvi could only whimper in response, her body trembling, already knowing the night was far from over.