Chapter 218: Delivering the favor part -1(R-18)
They moved quickly through the empty corridor and slipped into the women’s washroom. Fortunately, most people were still inside the theaters, and the area was nearly empty.
The moment they stepped into a private booth, Rohit pulled her inside and locked the door with a quiet click.
The space was tight, but neither of them cared.
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He pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily, one hand sliding into her hair while the other gripped her waist. Akanksha moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body desperately against his.
The kiss was messy, urgent, and filled with raw need. Rohit slid his hand up to her breast, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze.
When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips. He grabbed her hair and yanked it back, forcing her to arch.
"You sure you’re not going to regret this?" he growled.
Akanksha looked at him, unfazed, her lips swollen and glistening. She bit her own lower lip seductively. "Wouldn’t have mentioned it if I hadn’t thought it through."
Despite her smug words, he could feel her heart racing against his chest.
His cock throbbed painfully at the thought — the idea of filling this willing woman with his seed, of making her carry his child.
As Riku in his previous life, he had slept with many women, but none had ever borne him a child. Now someone was offering herself so completely. The thrill of claiming another man’s wife and becoming a father surged through him like fire.
He kissed her again, deeper, more savagely.
His hands squeezed both of her breasts, almost spilling them out from the deep cleavage of her kameez(top). He pressed his hard groin against hers, grinding slowly, letting her feel exactly what she was asking for.
Akanksha’s soft hands frantically searched for his belt, opening his pants with trembling urgency.
Rohit dropped her duppatta(scarf) pulled her kameez up and over her head in one swift motion, leaving her in just her bra and salwar.
Their hands roamed wildly over each other as they stumbled against the wooden walls, kissing feverishly, biting, gasping.
Clothes were tugged and tossed carelessly into the corner.
Breaths mingled.
Desire burned hotter with every second.
Thanks to the empty toilet, there was none to witness their fire.
Soon Rohit stood only in his vest, his cock hard and throbbing, while Akanksha knelt before him in just her bra and panties, sucking him eagerly.
Her wet mouth slid along his length, tongue swirling, saliva dripping down his shaft.
When his cock was thoroughly slick, Rohit pulled her up, turned her around, and pressed her against the cold tiled wall.
Her soft breasts flattened against the surface as she arched her back, panting with anticipation.
He rubbed his swollen tip along her soaked pussy lips once, twice, three times — teasing her until she whimpered.
Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.
A sharp, muffled cry escaped her lips as he buried himself to the hilt.
The tight, wet heat of her pussy clenched around his thick cock, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest.
"Fuck... you’re so tight? did you really that much" he growled against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch, then rammed back in hard.
Slick-fwop.
The wet sound of his balls slapping against her pussy echoed softly in the small booth.
Akanksha pressed her palms flat against the cold tiled wall, arching her back deeper.
"Ahh!-Rohit.." she moaned breathlessly. "So big... yes.. i missed it so much. "
She pushed her hips back against him.
"Harder Rohit... fuck me harder."
And he did. He slammed into her harder.
Holding her waist firmly, he began thrusting with raw intensity — long, deep strokes that made her breasts bounce and slap against the wall with every impact.
Hmph!-hmph!
Thwop!-Thwop!-Thwop!
The wet, obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking him filled the air. Her juices coated his cock and began dripping down her thighs.
Rohit’s grip on her waist tightened.
He suddenly caught both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back, pinning them with one strong hand. With his other hand, he pressed her head down against the cool wall, forcing her to arch even more obscenely.
Plap!-Plap!-Plap!
Her cheek rested against the tiles as he fucked her harder and deeper, the new angle letting him hit spots that made her legs tremble.
"Fuck.. yes! right there.." she cried out, her voice breaking into desperate moans. "So deep... you’re hitting so deep... Don’t stop..."
The position was filthy and dominant. Her breasts were squished against the wall, nipples hard and sensitive.
Every powerful thrust made her body jolt forward. Rohit leaned over her, his vest brushing her bare back, his hips snapping relentlessly.
"Nor i m plannng you whore. You’re going to take every inch," he whispered hotly, teeth grazing her earlobe. "I’m going to fill this married pussy until you can’t walk straight."
"Yes... fill me," she gasped, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. "Yes... fill me! Cum inside me. I want your baby, not his."
He kept her pinned like that for long, delicious minutes, savoring the way her inner walls fluttered and squeezed around him.
Then, craving more control, Rohit released her hands. He hooked one arm under her right thigh and lifted her leg high and out to the side, stretching it almost perpendicular to her body.
He turned her slightly, pressing her upper body firmly against the wall while he slammed her round and plumped soft ass from behind.
She was balanced on only one leg now, completely open to him. The new angle let him drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every thrust.
"Yes... fuck—! Ah... ah... ahh—!" Her voice cracked into breathy, desperate whimpers. Forming actual words had become almost impossible.
He groaned at the sight of her leg held high, her body trembling, and her pussy stretched tight around his thick cock, clenching him with every pulse. The view pushed him right to the edge of control.
He slowed his pace, fucking her with long, powerful strokes — dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in and grinding deep against her each time.
"You like that?" he rasped, voice thick with lust. "Feeling another man’s cock so deep inside you? Taking what your husband could never give you?"
Akanksha’s head fell back against his shoulder, her body shaking with every deep thrust. "Yes... fuck yes. My husband is so pitiful... his cock is nothing compared to yours. You’re so much bigger... so much better. I want your baby, Rohit. I want you to breed me like he never could."
Her dirty words sent a fresh surge of heat through him.
Rohit tightened his grip on her raised thigh and drove into her even harder, burying himself completely with every stroke.
The wet, squelching sounds of their joining grew louder. Her juices coated his balls and dripped onto the floor.
Both of them were breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in sync.
He pressed his forehead against the back of her head, inhaling the scent of her hair and arousal as he continued fucking her deep and slow, savoring every tight clench of her pussy around him.
The pleasure built higher and higher, coiling tight in his core, but he held back, drawing out the raw, indulgent sensation as long as possible.
Akanksha moaned softly, her voice hoarse and needy. "Don’t stop... keep going. Just like this... You feel so perfect inside me..."
Rohit was surprised by how eagerly she was cooperating. He thrust faster, driving into her until her legs trembled violently. Her pussy clenched and fluttered tightly around him as she suddenly started cumming.
"Ahh—! Rohit...! Fuck... I’m cumming—! Nngh... aaahh!" A sharp, broken cry tore from her throat as she gasped for breath in short, ragged bursts, her body shaking hard against the wall.
He released her raised leg, turned her around to face him, and pressed her back against the cool tiled wall. "So selfish... Want me to make out with you now?"
His throbbing cock slid hotly between her soaked folds as he kissed her slowly, squeezing her breasts with unexpected care.
But Akanksha shook her head, breathing heavily against his lips.
"No... not like this, Rohit," she whispered, a mix of remorse and bitterness in her voice. "Don’t be gentle with me. I don’t deserve any love. Just fuck me hard and be done with it. Perhaps this will be the last time."
Rohit paused, searching her flushed face. "What’s really going on in your house? Tell me the truth."
She bit her lip in frustration. "Why do you want to know? I just want your seed. Fuck me like you always do and be done with it."
Rohit held her shoulders firmly. "Akanksha. Is he still abusing you? Don’t hide it from me. Why the rush?"
She gave a bitter smile. "My husband barely touches me anymore. After Jayesh’s death he completely lost his mind. He just wants me pregnant — no matter by whom. He can’t even stand the sight of me properly anymore... so he just passes me around to his relatives like a whore. They use me, but none of them make me feel anything. Only you do."
Her voice dropped into a desperate plea. "So please... don’t hold back. Fuck me like you own me, Rohit. I want to forget everything. Fuck me harder... please..."
Rohit’s jaw tightened.
For a moment, he simply stared at her, breathing heavily. He had known her husband was using her. He hadn’t realized how deeply it had hollowed her out — Normal isnt normal for her anymore.
That was all it took.
Something dark and primal flared up in Rohit’s eyes.
The gentle hold on her waist turned into a bruising grip as he suddenly thrust upward, burying his thick cock deep inside her in one brutal stroke.
Akanksha cried out sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes—! Just like that!"
"Careful what you ask for," he growled against her ear, voice low and dangerous.
He started pounding into her with raw intensity, the wet slapping sounds echoing loudly in the small booth. "You want to be used like the slut your husband shares? Then I’ll fuck you like one."
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall, fucking her hard from the front. Her breasts bounced violently with every powerful thrust. Akanksha’s moans turned into broken cries of pleasure.
"Ahh—! Fuck!" she moaned, her cheek pressed against the cold tiles. "You’re so deep... none of them ever reached this far!"
"You really like that?" he rasped, hips snapping relentlessly. "Getting fucked harder than your husband and his friends ever could?"
"Yes... God, yes!" she whimpered. "They just use me... but you make me lose control."
Rohit hooked one arm under her thigh and lifted her leg high, fucking her standing on one foot. The new angle made her cry out even louder.
Then he grabbed her other leg as well, lifting her completely off the ground. Her back pressed against the wall as he held her suspended in the air, using the wall as leverage.
Akanksha wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, moaning uncontrollably as he drilled into her. "Fill me... Cum inside me. I want your child, not theirs."
The filthy confession pushed Rohit over the edge. He pressed her legs higher until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, folding her into a deep mating press against the wall. With powerful, relentless thrusts, he buried himself as deep as possible.
A low, animalistic groan tore from his throat as he erupted, flooding her womb with thick, hot spurts of cum. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
Only after he finished did he slowly lower her legs. Akanksha slid down with a soft thud, breathing hard. They broke into a messy, passionate kiss, still trembling.
Akanksha pulled back just enough to whisper breathlessly, "This isn’t ending already... right?"
Rohit glanced at his watch, a dark smirk forming. Only twenty minutes had passed.
"Nah," he said, voice rough and full of promise as he kissed her again. "We still have a long time to make you bear my child."