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[Section 4 of 15]

Then the assignment came. Her new film was launching. Big promotional event in Mumbai. Red carpet, stage, the whole circus. My agency had long since demoted me from five-star celebrity photographer to lowly event pap. I hated the work—elbowing through packs of men who smelled of sweat and desperation—but today the hatred sat quiet. Today I only felt the old pull.

I stood in the crush of cameras and boom mics, body already tight with anticipation. The sea of us shifted and shouted the second the doors opened. Barkha stepped into the lights.

She looked exactly like the woman I still dreamed about, only more polished, more untouchable. Long wavy dark hair falling past her shoulders, red lipstick, gold earrings catching the flash. A sleek black dress that clung to every curve I had once mapped with my mouth. Full breasts, slim waist, the elegant line of her hips. My cock stirred hard and immediate, a traitor’s response I could not stop. Everyone screamed her name. Lenses fired like gunshots. She smiled for them, posed, answered a few shouted questions with that easy public grace.

 

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[Section 5 of 15]

Then her eyes found the calm in the storm.

Me.

Recognition flashed across her face so fast I almost missed it. The professional smile faltered for half a second. Something older, hungrier, moved behind her eyes. She stepped to the edge of the stage, microphone still in hand, and the entire press pit went briefly quiet as she pointed straight at me.

“You,” she said, voice clear through the speakers. “Come up here.”

Security parted. I climbed the steps on legs that felt disconnected, camera still hanging from my neck like a useless prop. The lights were brutal. Up close she smelled the same—warm skin, faint perfume, that clean note that had always driven me insane. Five years of silence sat between us like a live wire.

Barkha looked at the crowd, then back at me. Her voice dropped, intimate, yet every word carried.

 

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[Section 6 of 15]

“I have missed you every single day for five years. I dated other people. I tried to move on. None of them knew how to look at me the way you did. None of them knew what I needed when the door closed. I never stopped wanting the man who used to make me strip for imaginary cameras and then fuck me until I forgot my own name.”

A collective gasp rippled through the hall. Phones were already recording. Barkha didn’t care. She set the microphone down, reached behind her back, and unzipped the dress in one smooth motion. It slid down her body and pooled at her feet. No bra. No panties. Just Barkha—completely naked under the stage lights in front of hundreds of people and live cameras.

 

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[Section 7 of 15]

The body I had memorized was still perfect. Full, soft breasts with dark pink nipples already tightening in the cool air. Smooth stomach. The neat dark thatch of hair between her thighs. Long legs, elegant feet. Gold necklace resting in the hollow of her throat. She stood there like she had been waiting five years to do exactly this.

“I am done pretending I don’t still belong to you,” she said, louder now. “I love you. I want you. Right here. In front of everyone.”

I dropped the camera. It hit the stage with a dull thud. My hands went to my shirt, buttons flying. Jacket, trousers, everything—stripped with the same urgency she had once demanded in our private games. My cock sprang free, thick and already leaking, the same desperate hardness that used to answer only to her. The crowd’s noise became a distant roar. None of it mattered.

 

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[Section 8 of 15]

Barkha stepped into me. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest. Her mouth found mine in a kiss that tasted of longing and red lipstick and five years of unfinished sentences. Tongues met, wet and hungry. I groaned into her mouth as her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking once, twice, feeling how ready I already was.

“Missed this,” she whispered against my lips. “Missed how hard you get just looking at me.”

I turned her so her back faced the audience. My hands cupped her breasts from behind, thumbs brushing the stiff nipples while I kissed the side of her neck. She arched, pushing her ass against my cock. The head slid along the wet cleft of her pussy, coating itself in the heat that was already dripping down her thighs.

 

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[Section 9 of 15]

“They’re all watching,” I murmured against her ear, falling straight back into the old language. “Every camera. Every phone. They can see how wet you are for me.”

A full-body shiver ran through her. “Yes. Let them see. Make me take it in front of them.”

I bent her forward slightly, one hand on the small of her back, the other guiding my cock to her entrance. The first slow push split her open. Hot, slick, impossibly tight after so long. She moaned—loud, unrestrained—as I sank deeper, inch by inch, until my hips met the soft curve of her ass and I was buried to the root.

 

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[Section 10 of 15]

The stage lights turned her skin golden. Every thrust made her breasts sway. I fucked her with long, deliberate strokes at first, letting the entire hall hear the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her. Her hands braced on her knees. Her head dropped forward, hair cascading, then snapped up so the cameras could catch the open-mouthed pleasure on her face.

“Harder,” she gasped. “I want them to hear how much I need this cock.”

I gave it to her. Hands gripping her hips, I drove deeper, faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing under the lights. Her pussy clenched around me with every thrust, greedy, remembering the exact shape of me. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I pounded her. Barkha’s moans turned into broken cries. She came the first time still bent over, thighs shaking, juices running down both our legs. The orgasm ripped through her so hard she almost collapsed; I held her up and kept fucking her through it, drawing it out until she was whimpering my name.

 

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[Section 11 of 15]

I pulled out only long enough to turn her. She climbed me, legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her the few steps to the edge of the stage and sat on the nearest monitor box so the crowd had a clear view. Barkha sank down onto my cock again, facing outward this time, her back against my chest. I spread her thighs wide with my hands, holding her open so every lens could see exactly where we were joined—my thick shaft stretching her pink cunt, shiny with her arousal.

She rode me with the same filthy abandon she used to show only behind locked doors. Up and down, grinding, breasts bouncing. I sucked on the side of her neck, left marks that would still be there tomorrow. One hand stayed on her clit; the other pinched and rolled her nipples. The dual stimulation made her second orgasm hit faster. She threw her head back against my shoulder and screamed, pussy pulsing in hard rhythmic squeezes that nearly dragged me over with her.

 

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[Section 12 of 15]

I stood, still buried inside her, and laid her on her back across the stage floor. The cold surface made her gasp. I hooked her knees over my shoulders and drove back in, folding her nearly in half. From this angle every stroke bottomed out. I could watch my cock disappear into her, watch the way her stomach fluttered, watch her face contort with pure pleasure. Sweat slicked both our bodies. The scent of sex filled the air around us—musky, intimate, unmistakable.

 

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[Section 13 of 15]

“Look at them,” I ordered, voice rough. “Look at every person watching you take this cock after five years.”

Barkha turned her head. Eyes glassy, lips parted, she stared straight into the sea of cameras and phones while I fucked her deeper. The exhibitionist fire that had always lived in her blazed higher. She reached down and spread her own pussy lips wider, showing them everything.

“This is the only man I ever wanted to do this with,” she called out, voice cracked with pleasure. “The only one who ever made me this wet. I’m his. I’ve always been his.”