Widow Stepmom’s Last Wager – Part 2

The first thing Arjun felt was heat over the head of his cock. His eyes cracked open to the morning light leaking through half-shut windows. Sarika’s dark hair spilt across his hips. Her mouth wrapped around his cock, and her fingers massaged his balls simultaneously.

As she gagged on his cock, he felt a shiver of pleasure pass down his spine. “Fuck Sarika,” he moaned. She didn’t bother; she blew him furiously. She then locked her eyes with his, her lips stretched, which just pushed him over the edge. He came with a loud groan, hips jerking, spilling hot cum into her mouth.

She swallowed every drop, licking him clean, all without breaking eye contact. It was erotic as fuck. Then she crawled up his body, hugging him. “Morning, kiddo,” she murmured. “I thought you’d need the wake-up call,” she winked.

Arjun reached for her, eager to return the favour, but his phone rang on the nightstand— OFFICE. He answered it. “We’ve got a problem. Directors on the board called an emergency board meeting. Says you’re too young and immature to take over the company.”

Arjun sat up, snapping out of the post-orgasmic bliss. He informed Sarika about the situation. She came over and cupped his face.

“Listen to me. You know you’re capable of taking over. You have to prove it to them. But no sex till we get over this. Every time you want to make love to me, channel that energy into solving this problem.”

“You’re evil,” he groaned.
“Consider it Motivation. Now shower. You smell like me,” she teased.

Boardroom:

“Arjun, no offence, but you’re 21. You’ve never closed a deal without Sanjay holding your hand.”

Arjun reacted calmly. Sarika stood behind him, one hand on his shoulder.
“The Bay project. I’ll get the approvals for the project stuck for a year. If I do, I will take over as the chairman unanimously. If I don’t, I’ll resign from the board.” Sarika, turned on by his authority, dug her nails into Arjun’s shoulder.

Later in the elevator, she pressed him against the wall. “You were sexy in there, almost made me forget my rules,” she said, grinding her against him. He grabbed her ass, hard. “Keep teasing. It’s driving me.” She bit his ear. “And I thought you were just a spoiled kid.”

Arjun studies the project that night as Sarika teases him, driving him crazy.
The next day, they visit Rhea Malhotra, the municipal officer who blocked the approval of the project. She was stunning—dressed in a saree, hair in a severe bun, sharp eyes.

“Mr Kapoor, your project violates six zoning laws. Your dad tried to bribe me. I’m going to tell you what I told him. I’ll have you arrested.”

Arjun left fuming. Sarika was waiting in the car, legs crossed, skirt riding high.
“She’s a wall.”

“A gorgeous one, though, right? Don’t look surprised, I once visited her office with your dad.”

Sarika leaned over, lips brushing his ear. “Bet she’s wet just thinking about a man with authority. Her husband’s a loser, and her son’s struggling with his startup. You like strong women, you want her, don’t you? I knew it! Always up for a challenge,” she said.

“Shut up.” Just then, he got a devilish idea.

He found her weakness. Rhea’s son. Arjun met him in a cafe and slid a contract across the table. Made him sign a hostile takeover contract, covering it as an investment.

Rhea’s office, 6 PM. She sat back in her chair, the deep maroon edge of her saree slipping just enough to give a glimpse of the line of her collarbone.
Her fingers, long and deliberate, hovered over the contract, as if touching it might burn her.

“You went after my son. You think that’s clever, don’t you?”

Arjun didn’t flinch; her tone sent a ripple through him like a challenge he hadn’t expected. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of her desk, closing the distance.

“It’s not about being clever, it’s about doing whatever it takes. Sign the contract, Rhea. Your son’s startup depends on it.”

Biting her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She got up and walked around the desk, stopping just close enough that he caught the smell of her perfume. “You think you can walk into my world and make me bend to your will, huh?”

Arjun’s throat tightened, but he held his ground, “I’m not my father. I don’t stop at anything to win.” His eyes observed the way she breathed. Rhea’s expression changed, a flicker of maybe amusement or respect. She took her pen and started signing the contract, but she paused, looking straight into his eyes.

Her lips parting, she leaned forward and said, “Boldness makes a man attractive.” Her fingers moved to a sleek business card on her desk. She slid it toward him, her fingers grazing his hand—a contact that sent a jolt through him. “For other matters, if you think you can handle me.”

Just as Arjun was leaving the room, he turned back, caught Rhea on her bare waist, and pulled her closer. He then starts kissing her lips and even bites her neck. Pinning her against the wall in her office, he stops kissing her and lifts her head by pulling her long hair down from behind.

“A strong woman like you has to be tamed and loved with passion. I love my soon-to-be wife, Sarika, but if she’s ever interested in a threesome. I’ll call you,” leaving Rhea on fire.

In the car, Sarika was waiting, skirt hiked to her hips and fingering herself.
“Tell me,” she demanded. “She signed,” he said. She moaned with her head thrown back and continuing to finger herself.

“God, you’re ruthless.” She grabbed his hair and pushed him down. “Eat me,” she begged. He did, her thighs clamping around his ears, her juices filling his mouth. He brought her to the edge twice and pulled back. “Not yet,” he reminded. She whimpered and punched his shoulder in frustration.

The boardroom. Later that evening, Arjun walked into the boardroom like he owned the room and slid the approval papers across the table. He looked at each director. “Anyone still doubt me? Everyone leave. Meeting adjourned,” he ordered. They left. The door clicked shut, and Sarika locked it.

Before he could utter a word, she kissed him frantically with her fingers clawing through his hair with hunger. He lifted her onto the table, contracts and papers falling to the floor. Her legs locked around him. “You did it, you fucking earned this,” she whispered between kisses.

His hands, rough with all the pent-up energy, pushed her skirt up her thighs, tearing her panties aside. In one strong motion, he thrust deep into her, her gasp echoing in the empty room. “This company, this table. You. All are mine,” he declared with passion.

“Yes. Yours. Always,” she panted with her nails digging into his back. He then picked her up in one fluid motion off the table and placed her near the glass wall overlooking the city. He pressed her against the wall while thrusting with everything he had “Have you ever been fucked like this?” he growled.

“No, don’t stop,” she said. When her climax finally hit, she dug her teeth into his shoulder to stifle a cry, her body trembling against him. He followed moments later, releasing deep inside her. Afterwards, her skin glistened with the aftermath.

She caught her breath, and a sly smile curved her lips. “So, Chairman,” she teased, “What’s next on our agenda?”

“You tell me,” he said.

“What do you think Rhea’s doing right now?” she asked.

Part 3 is in the works. Let me know in the comments what you think about this story and any suggestions for part 3.