Foreign Temptations Ch. 03 (Preview)

Disclaimer: All characters involved are not blood-related!

As the days turned into weeks, Cassandra's life spiraled into a cycle of forbidden indulgence. She and Raj shared far more than a roof and the stifling heat of their shared apartment. They shared moments of heated passion that left her knees wobbling and breathless. This old, skinny Indian man showed her pleasures she could never imagine she could experience. 

They simply couldn’t resist keeping each other’s hands off one another. 

Cassandra couldn’t bring herself to resolve this explicit relationship with Raj. The memory of his touch lingered in her mind like a drug she couldn’t quit, the way his rough hands explored her body with a hunger that left her trembling. It was wrong—she knew that. But as much as she tried to fight it, she couldn’t deny the truth: the sex was intoxicating. 

Raj had a way of making her forget the world outside their apartment. When he fucked her, she felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years, something Jason could never do. Every kiss, caress, and whispered promise fed the fire burning between them, a fire she was helpless to extinguish. She tried to tell herself it was just physical, that it was only her body betraying her during this time of isolation. But deep down, she knew it was more than that. Raj made her feel desired, cherished like a goddess. 

They had fallen into a routine of sorts, though it was anything but ordinary. Mornings were often a haze of pleasure, tangled together in his bed as they fucked each other awake. Afternoons were stolen moments, a heated glance across the apartment, a quick, sloppy kiss that often led to them having passionate, spontaneous sex anywhere in the apartment. And nights… nights were filled with nonstop, sweaty lovemaking that made her knees wobble in the morning. She couldn’t count how many times skinny, hung old man would make her cum in a day, it was mind-boggling. 

As promised, Raj didn’t cum inside her, pulling out at the last possible moment, his release spilling onto her soft skin. Although the pull-out method worked—for now—the nagging thought of how dangerous their arrangement was crept into her mind every time. They weren’t using any sort of protection, and all it took was a single moment of weakness, a slip in their resolve, to lead to forbidden consequences neither of them could take back. 

She had thought about asking him to wear a condom. It was the sensible thing to do, the responsible thing, a way to ease some of the guilt and anxiety that pestered her afterward. But each time she considered it, the words died on her lips. 

It was the way he felt—the way their bodies moved together with nothing between them, the heat of his cock, filling her and reaching places she never knew she had. Raw feels better, she told herself, a justification that carried equal parts of truth and indulgence. 

And Raj knew it too. She could see it in his dark, knowing eyes whenever he slipped inside her wet pussy, the way his hands gripped her hips as though he owned her, and the slight smirk on his lips whenever she gasped and arched beneath him. He didn’t need to say it aloud—he could feel her reluctance to put up any barriers, just as she felt his growing desire to push the limits of their unspoken agreement. 

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The days blurred together in a haze of lust, their affair intensifying with every forbidden encounter. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and their shared apartment became a playground for their depravity. 

In the kitchen, Raj pressed Cassandra against the cool countertop as his hands roamed her soft, delectable body. He kissed the back of her neck with a hunger that left her breathless. Her soft moans filled the air as he slid her shorts and panties down to her ankles and took her right there, bending her over the counter as she jerked his underwear down his wiry legs. 

“Mhmm, fuck… put it in, Raj…” Cassandra would quietly murmur, her voice laced with lust as she teasingly ground her ass against his hardening cock. 

A wide grin curled on his lips as he lined himself against her wet folds, slipping himself inside his American lover, eliciting a long, needy moan from her lush lips. The sensation of his cock sliding perfectly inside her caused her knees to buckle and her back to arch. 

In the living room, he pulled her onto his lap as they sat on the couch, his hands slipping beneath her oversized shirt to cup her shapely boobs as she rolled her hips against him. Their movements were slow and deliberate at first, but they quickly lost themselves in the heat of the moment, her head falling back as he thrust into her tight pussy with abandon. The faint hum of the television was the only sound that competed with the soft slap of skin on skin. 

“Ah ah ha… uh… ouhh… Yes… so fucking deep…” Cassandra moaned, her voice trembling with desperation as she gripped onto his bony shoulders.

“Augh… yes… that’s it, baby… Ride that cock…” Raj growled, his rough hands gripping the curves of her hips as he skillfully guided her up and down his cock. 

The sensation of his wet lips wrapping around her breasts sent a warm wave of pleasure through Cassandra. He groaned with need as his tongues flicked and played with her nipples, causing a sharp shiver to shoot up her spine.

In the hallway, he caught her on her way to the bathroom, his arms encircling her waist as he pressed her against the wall. Her protests melted into gasps as he lifted her leg over his hip, his mouth claiming hers while his cock found its way inside her. Her fingers tangled in his thinning gray hair, her nails raking down his back as he buried himself in her again and again. 

And finally, in Raj’s bedroom, which they now shared indefinitely, the cool air blowing from his working AC grazed their sweat-slicked skin as they tangled in his sheet. His old hands explored every inch of her as he drove her to the brink over and over again, his whispered praises mixing with her breathless cries of pleasure.

Raj honored her request each time they fucked, always pulling out at the last moment, his release spilling onto, her thighs, trembling ass, or face and mouth Each time, Cassandra would sigh in quiet relief, her body still humming with satisfaction as she cleaned herself off. It was a rule flimsy rule that could be shattered at any moment, one she clung to as her last shred of control in their forbidden relationship.

But as their encounters grew more frequent, his restraint began to waver. Each time he pulled out, his hands gripping her hips with white-knuckled intensity, it left him yearning for more. The moments where he lingered just a second too long inside her became frequent, his groans deeper, his movements more deliberate. The thought of claiming her fully consumed him, filling his mind with fantasies that grew harder to ignore. 

For Raj, this was a paradise—a life he never thought he’d have. A stunning, vibrant woman writhing beneath him, crying out his name in passion, giving herself to him completely whenever he pleased. They had christened every room of the apartment, their nasty fucking leaving its mark on every surface. Nowhere was safe from their insatiable lust. 

One evening, as they lay tangled in his sweat-drenched sheets, he whispered, “You trust me, don’t you?”

His voice was low, almost soothing, and Cassandra caught in the haze of post-coital bliss, nodded, brushing strands of her elegant black hair that framed her face. “Raj… we fuck every day. Is that even a question?” she murmured, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she sat up, her body still tingling from his touch.

The old man chuckled softly, sitting up beside her and running a hand over her bare back. “It’s still nice to hear,” he said, his voice dipping into something almost reverent. His hand lingered, tracing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, his gaze dropping to where the sheets barely covered her curves. “Hmm, you’re such a damn tease… I can’t get my hands off you.”

Cassandra laughed lightly, brushing her damp hair over one shoulder as she turned to face her secret lover. Raj smirked, his dark, beady eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. Leaning in, he grazed her collarbone with his lips, trailing a series of soft, sensual kisses along her skin. 

“Fuck… Raj… you dirty old man,” she murmured, her voice breathy and tinged with amusement as she tilted her head to give him better access. “You’re insatiable.”

Raj chuckled against her skin, his lips curving into a grin as he worked his way up to the hollow of her throat. “Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice a low, velvety growl. “With a woman like you in my bed, how could I be anything else?”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, but she rolled her alluring blue eyes playfully. “You act like you’re some helpless victim of temptation,” she teased, her fingers tracing lazily across his chest. “You’re the one who started all this.”

“And you didn’t resist for long,” Raj countered, his tone laced with smugness as his hands slid up her chest, grabbing handfuls of her shapely boobs, his thumbs teasingly flicking her nipples. “Admit it, Cassandra. You can’t get enough of me either,” he continued, his lips wrapping around her exposed neck. “I may not be the most handsome or youngest lad, but I sure can fuck you better than anyone else could.”

Cassandra sighed dramatically, a faint smile tugging at her lips betraying her. “You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head. “Completely impossible.”

“And yet, here you are, beautiful,” Raj said, his grin widening as he gave her soft tits a nice squeeze. “Every night. Every day. Still coming back for more. Heh, it’s almost like you’re not engaged.”

Her smirk faltered momentarily, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of guilt as Jason’s face flashed in her mind. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing circles on Raj’s hairy chest, stilled as the weight of her situation pressed against her. The engagement ring she had tucked away in her room since their affair began felt heavier in her thoughts than ever.

“Don’t start,” Cassandra murmured, her voice quieter now, tinged with unease. She pulled her hands away, resting them on the edge of the sheet, her body stiffened slightly under his groping hands. “You know it’s not that simple… I’m just doing this for the sex…”

Raj tilted his head, his expression softened, though a playful, devious gleam in his dark eyes remained. “You’re right,” he said, leaning in to press another gentle kiss on her collarbone. “It’s not that simple… But it’s perfect.” His hands slid from her breasts and down to her waist, pulling her closer as he smirked smugly. “And deep down, you know this feels more than whatever you have with him.”

“Raj… you said you wouldn’t talk about him like that…” she began, her voice trailing off as her chest tightened. She wanted to argue, to defend Jason, but the words wouldn’t come. The heat of Raj’s touch too clouded her mind, the way his lips lingered against his skin, the undeniable pull that had kept her coming back to him night after night. 

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine as his hands moved to cradle her face. “Yes, but you can’t deny the truth,” he continued, his voice low and coaxing. “Admit it. You love being with me, I can tell.”

Cassandra’s breath hitched, her body instinctively leaning into his touch despite the flicker of guilt crossing her mind. She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm yet gentle, his thumbs stroking her flush cheeks as he studied her with that all-too-knowing gaze.

“The way you kiss me, fuck me,” he murmured, his tone soft yet commanding. “Your body is telling me all I need to know.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the sheets between them. She wanted to object, to deny his words, but the truth was plain in the way her body responded to his touch.

“Raj…” she began, her voice weak and unsteady.

“Stop denying it, Cassandra,” he interrupted, his lips grazing her in a barely-there kiss that left her gasping. “Just be honest. I fuck you way better than he could. I bet he doesn’t even make you cum as good or as many times as I do.”

Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her gaze dropping to his lips as she swallowed hard. “I… I don’t want to answer…” she stammered, but the words caught in her throat, her breath quickening as his wiry body pressed closer to hers. 

Raj grinned, his rough hands sliding back to her hips as his beady, lustful eyes bore into hers. “You don’t have to, baby,” he whispered, his tone dripping with confidence. “Your body already gave me that answer.” He pushed her onto her back, swiftly positioning himself between her long legs. The old man began to roll his hips into her, his hardening cock gliding against her moistening pussy, eliciting a soft moan that betrayed the conflict raging inside her. 

“Every time you’re with me, I see it. I feel it. You can’t fake this Cassandra.”

Her hands found instinctively reached for his lean forearms as her gaze shifted toward their conjoined crotches, his hard cock sliding against her wet folds with tantalizing ease. “Raj, this… it’s not fair,” she whispered, though the conviction in her words faltered. “You’re—”

“I’m what?” he interrupted, his voice lowering to a seductive rumble. “The man who makes you feel alive? The one who gives you what you’ve been missing?” He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Admit it. You don’t want me—you need me.”

Cassandra’s head tilted back, her lips parting as his words made her body hot with arousal. She hated how much power he held over her, how easily he dismantled her defenses, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. “Fuck… Raj, stop…” she murmured weakly, though her hands moved on their own, sliding up his arms, gripping him as if to anchor herself.

“Stop? He echoed, his smug smile widening as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “You don’t want me to stop. You never do.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body arching toward him as he claimed her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. And her last shred of resistance melted away, she realized he was right. She didn’t want him to stop—not now, not ever.

Raj continued to teasingly grind his cock against her sopping slit, his movements fervent and passionate. His hands slid from her sides to her waist, his thumbs pressing into her soft skin as his lips hovered over hers. “You know, Cassandra,” he began, his voice a deep, velvety rumble, “Every time we fuck, I can see it… feel it. You forget all about him, don’t you?”

Her heart pounded in her chest, her lips parting to protest, but no words came out. Raj seized the moment, his lips brushing along her jawline, his voice thick with teasing confidence. “ Does he make you moan like I do? Does he make your legs shake, your body ache, your mind go blank the way I can?”

Cassandra gasped, her hips subconsciously moving against him as their bodies pressed deeper against each other. “Raj… Mhmmm. Nhg… don’t say that…” she uttered, her voice barely a whisper, her hands gripping his arms tightly, pulling him closer. 

“Hmm, no,” he simply replied, his tone firm yet amused as his lips trailed down her neck. “You don’t want me to stop because it’s true, Cassandra. I see it in your eyes. Hear it in the way you beg me every night. Feel it in the way your body reacts to me, so eager, so depserate.”

Cassandra’s mind began to melt from the slick heat between their crotches, each insistent movement causing her to arch against him, her body betraying her mind. “Do you think about him when you’re with me? Or do you think about how good I make you feel? About how I fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?” 

“Tell me,” he coaxed, his voice a seductive growl as he kissed along her collarbone. “Do you think of him at all when I’m inside you? When I’m making you scream my name? Or has he already faded away?” 

Her lips parted, her words stuck in her throat as Raj leaned back slightly, his dark eyes locking with hers. “Be honest with yourself, Cassandra,” he continued, his hands tightening around her thighs. “You’ve never felt this alive with him. You’ve never been this free, this wild, this completely undone.”

Cassandra bit her lip out of frustration as she fought to suppress the truth bubbling to the surface. “Raj… stop talking about him…”

“No, I won’t,” he interrupted, his voice soft yet firm. “I won’t until you admit it, you know he’ll never give you what I can. He doesn’t know you the way I do. He doesn’t own you the way I do.”

She felt her resolve crumbling away as he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands pulling her against him, his cockhead eagerly pressing against her soaking pussy. Her mind screamed for her to stop, to resist, to hold on to what was left of her relationship with Jason. But as Raj’s touch consumed her, his words echoing in her ears, she realized she wasn’t slipping away from Jason—she was falling completely into Raj’s lustful grasp. 

His smaller, wiry frame pressed against Cassandra’s as he slid his cock between her folds, eliciting a long, throaty moan against his lips. Raj wasted no time moving inside her with a relentless rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat from the humid night air. Her long legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, as the pleasure between them reached a fever pitch. His rough hands gripped her soft thighs, holding her in place beneath him as he thrust harder, his movements deliberate and possessive. 

“Look at you,” Raj murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. His lustful eyes burned into hers. “You’re mine, Cassandra. Every inch of you. He could never make you feel like this, could he? Never fuck you like I do.”

Cassandra’s head tilted back, her lips parting as a moan slipped free. “Ouhh… Raj… Mhmm…” she gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, her body trembling with the intensity of his pace. She tried to respond, to deny his words, but what was left of her thoughts about Jason eroded with every deep stroke from his cock.

“Say it,” Raj growled, his lips brushing against her ear as he rolled his hips into her, his juicy manhood driving ever so deeper into her tight love canal. “Say I’m better. Say you forget all about him when I’m inside you.”

She whimpered, her nails digging into his skin as her body arched against his. “I… oh my god… Nhg… Mhmmm, ah… I… can’t…”

“Yes you can,” he grunted, his tone husky as his hips rolled into hers with unrelenting force. “You already know the truth, Cassandra. Admit it. You love the way I make you feel. The way I own you.”

Her alluring blue eyes fluttered shut, her breathing hitching as his words and carnal movements broke down the last of her defenses. “Raj,” she uttered, her voice breaking as the confession slipped from her lips. “Raj, you’re better in every way!”

A triumphant grin spread across his wrinkly face as he leaned down, locking his lips with hers into a heated, sloppy kiss. “That’s my girl,” he murmured against her mouth, his hips slamming into hers with renewed intensity. “Forget all about him. Forget everything except how good I make you feel.”

She cried out, her hands clutching at his back as she surrendered to the moment, the guilt and hesitation melting away under the weight of this lecherous, hung old man. “Fuck! Ah, yes… Deeper, Raj… deeper,” she moaned, her voice filled with need and desperation. “I… can’t think of anyone else!” 

“That’s right,” Raj growled, his hands sliding to her hips, gripping her tightly as he buried himself deeper. “You’re mine, beautiful! Only mine!”

Her cries only grew louder, her body shuddering beneath his smaller frame as the pleasure overwhelmed her. At that moment, she wasn’t thinking about Jason or the life she had left behind—only Raj and how he made her feel completely undone.

Raj’s pace grew erratic, his breathing heavier with each thrust as he neared his edge. His hands gripped Cassandra’s hips tightly, her beady eyes locked on hers, filled with primal desire. “Oh… yes… that’s it. Take this cock. Take it! Augh, yes!” he grunted, his voice raspy and labored as the sounds of their slapping skin and moans filled the dimly lit room.

“Ah ah ah! Uh uh uh! Fuck! You feel so good! Harder, Raj! Harder!” Cassandra cried, her voice trembling with desperation as her need pussy clenched around him. 

Raj groaned loudly, his grip on her hips firm as he drove into her harder, faster, her body bouncing beneath him with every thrust. “God, you’re so fucking tight!” he moaned his tone a mixture of lust and triumph. “You’re mine, baby! All mine! No one’s ever going to fuck you like this!”

Her eyes rolled back, her lips parting as waves of pleasure coursed through her. “Raj… ouhhhh… oh god… fuck me harder!” she screamed, her nails raking down his back as her body arched into his. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

He grinned through his labored breaths, leaning down to kiss her hungrily, their tongues swirling as his cock drove deeper. “You love this, don’t you?” he whispered against her lush lips, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You love being my little slut?”

“YES! Yes! Oh god, yes!” she gasped, her head tilting back as her body trembled beneath him. “Raj, you’re so fucking good! Better than anyone… better than him!” 

Her confession sent a surge of pride through him, and his movements grew even more deliberate, every thrust hitting deeper, harder as if to claim her completely. “Say it again,” he growled, his voice commanding as he leaned back to watch her. “Tell me how much bigger I am. Tell me no one can fuck you like this.”

Cassandra eagerly licked her perfect white teeth, her hands moving to grip the sheets as she screamed in ecstasy. “Mmmfuck! You’re bigger, Raj!” she moaned, her toes curling from the sensation of his cockhead slamming against her cervix. “You’re cock is soooo much bigger and better than his. Ohhhhh! You reach places he could never! Yessss! No one can fuck me like this! Only you!”

Her words pushed him closer to the brink, his cock throbbing as he drove into her. She cried out, her body shaking as her climax tore through her, her pussy tightening around his as she shuddered violently. 

Raj bit his lip, his breath ragged as his thrusts grew erratic, the overwhelming pleasure of Cassandra’s tight walls gripping him threatening to push him over the edge. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his old eyes watching her face twist with ecstasy as she writhed beneath him. The way her body responded to him, the way her moans filled the air, made it impossible to hold back any longer. 

He winced as he felt the pressure within him build, his cock throbbing as he neared his peak. His mind raced with the thought that maybe this time, she’d let him have what he craved so desperately. She was too lost in her own pleasure, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue sexily lolled from her mouth as she cried with every thrust. She’s not going to stop me this time, he thought, his grip on her hips tightening as he buried himself deeper. 

Cassandra’s legs clung tighter around him, her body arching beneath him as her climax continued to ripple through her. For a brief moment, Raj was convinced he finally won—that she wouldn’t tell him to stop, not when she was so focused on her own release.

But as the peak of his pleasure surged through him, her legs loosened their grip from his waist, her voice breaking through the haze. “Raj… pull out… give me that big load, Raj” she gasped, her tone trembling but resolute, even as her body shuddered with the force of her orgasm. 

His jaw clenched, his body tensing as a frustrated growl escaped his lips. He was so close—so close to claiming her completely, to finally spilling deep inside her once again for so long. But the way she gasped his name in that trembling, breathless voice… it always worked on him, softening his resolve as frustration simmered beneath the surface. 

Raj pulled out reluctantly, his cock throbbing as he angled himself over her her toned stomach. His release came hard and fast, spilling onto her belly in thick, hot ropes as he eagerly stroked himself. His chest heaved, his breath ragged as she leaned forward, his forehead pressing against hers. 

Cassandra lay beneath him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk. “That was so fucking good, Raj… God…” she murmured, her voice soft and teasing as her hands slid up to rest on his shoulders, her fingers trailing lightly over his damp skin.

Raj leaned down, his forehead, brushing against hers as his breath came in heavy, uneven gasps. “You’re something else, Cassandra,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes fixed on her flush face. “You drive me insane, you know that?”

She laughed softly, the sound breathy and still tinged with lingering arousal. “Is that a complaint?” she teased, arching an eyebrow as her hands slid to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his pounding heart.

“Not a chance,” Raj replied with a smirk, his hands still gripping her hips as though he couldn’t bear to let go. “I could fuck you all night and still want more, baby.” His tone was filled with exhaustion and hunger, his old, skinny body unwilling to calm down despite the intensity of their coupling…

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