Your Girlfriend | Priya Varrier

 "Yours Girlfriend " is a New Series In Every Part There Will be a New GF In this Part Just Imagine Priya varrier as your innocent Girlfriend turns out to an dominate one

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You had thought the evening would be like any other Priya curled up on the couch in one of your oversized tees, her bare legs tucked under her as she scrolled on her phone. Innocent, sweet, and totally unaware of the effect she had on you.

Or so you thought you were in your room, door half-closed, lost in a heated moment, staring at a photo of her from your gallery that picture. The one she didn’t know you still had where she stood by the window in just a towel, water dripping from her collarbone, her eyes caught mid-laugh.

Your hand was already moving under your waistband for your trackpant Your fingers tighten around yourself, the heat of your body already building as you imagine her standing there still wet from the shower, towel clinging to her curves, droplets trailing down her collarbones. The way she'd looked at you that afternoon, playful and unguarded, her hair damp and curling at the nape of her neck. Your breath quickens as you picture the softness of her skin, the way she'd smelled like citrus and vanilla that day.

You push your pants down further, freeing yourself, and stroke slowly at first, watching the photo of her on your phone.

You closed your eyes, imagining her skin, her scent, the way her voice whispered “chetta…” when she wanted something…

You didn’t hear her walk in.

Didn’t hear the creak of the floorboards. 

But you heard her voice, calm and curious:

"Was that… me?" Your eyes snap open, the blood draining from your face as you whip your phone away from your vision. Priya stands in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, her oversized t-shirt slipping slightly off one shoulder. She's barefoot, her toes flexing against the floor as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She doesn't look angry. Not yet. But her dark eyes hold something unreadable something that makes your stomach twist with guilt and desire in equal measure.

Your heart jumped. You turned around in shock, trying to pull up your trackpant, stammering like a kid caught doing something terrible.

“I....I didn’t mean to....” Priya doesn't move from the doorway, but her arms tighten slightly across her chest, the movement pulling the neck of your oversized tee lower on her shoulder. She doesn't look away, doesn't blush or avert her eyes like you expect. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, studying you with that same unreadable expression.

"You're right," she says finally, her voice quiet but steady. "You didn't mean to. But you did."

Your fingers freeze on the waistband of your trackpants. The guilt in your stomach curdles into something hotter, something that makes your pulse hammer in your ears. Priya steps inside the room, her bare feet making no sound against the wooden floor as she moves closer. She doesn't look away from you, doesn't give you the courtesy of embarrassment or hesitation. The hem of your shirt rides up her thighs as she walks, exposing more of her soft, brown skin. Her hair is still damp from the shower, curling around her face as she studies you.

"You're still hard," she observes, matter-of-fact. She stops just within reach, within the space where her body heat reaches you like a wave. Her fingers twitch slightly at her sides, like she's debating what to do next.

Your breath catches.

Just… watching. That damn innocent face, lips slightly parted, her big brown eyes glowing with something darker. "Show me," she said softly, taking a step closer,

You sat frozen, still half-hard, phone still lit in your hand,"Show me what you do with my picture."

You swallowed. "Priya, I....", She bent down slowly, her voice still soft, but her tone had shifted.

"You don’t get to hide this anymore." Your breath catches as Priya closes the distance between you, her hand coming to rest on your thigh. Her touch is gentle, but it sends a jolt through your body. The guilt and desire you felt moments ago are still there, but now they're mingled with something new - hope, perhaps, or excitement at the possibility of what this moment could become. Your fingers tighten around the phone in your hand as you look up at her, taking in her face and the intensity of her gaze. She's close enough now that you can see the flecks of gold in her dark eyes, and the faint flush spreading across her face. "Chetta." Your breath catches as her fingers trail up your thigh, the heat of her palm burning through the thin fabric of your trackpants. She watches your reaction intently, her face inches from yours, her breath warm against your lips. You can smell the citrus shampoo in her damp hair, the faint salt of her skin.

"I didn't know you kept that photo," she murmurs, her thumb brushing against the inseam of your pants.

You swallow hard, the phone still clutched in your other hand. "I...it was from last summer. The beach house."

Priya's lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. "I remember that weekend."

She climbed into your lap, straddling you in one graceful, commanding motion, pressing her thigh between your legs, "You’ve been holding back. I can feel it. Every time I bend, every time I wear your shirt with no bra... you think I don’t notice the way your eyes follow me?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

She leaned in, her breath hot at your ear.

"Tonight, I’m not your innocent girlfriend."

Her tongue flicked your earlobe.

She grabbed your hand and slid it under her T-shirt, placing it directly on her bare breast.

"No bra tonight. I wanted you to notice." her nipple was already hard your breath hitched.

She grinned.

Then slowly, she began grinding barely moving at first, just enough to tease your already strained cock beneath your shorts. Her breath got heavier, but her control? Unshaken.

"Look at me Chetta," she said.

And when you did, you saw it your sweet little Priya was gone.

What sat in your lap was a woman who wanted to ruin you… and knew exactly how. Your fingers tighten around her Frim tits, your thumb brushing over her stiff nipple as she grinds against you. The thin fabric of your trackpants does nothing to hide how badly you want her, the damp heat of your arousal evident even through the material.

Priya arches into your touch, her teeth catching her lower lip as she rolls her hips in slow, deliberate circles. "That's it," she murmurs, speaking softly as she moves. "Touch me properly."

Her hands find the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head in one swift motion. She traces her fingers down your chest, nails scraping lightly over your skin before coming to rest on your hips. She grips the waistband of your trackpants, her dark eyes locked onto yours as she starts to pull them down. "I want to see all of you," she says, her words thick with need.

You lift your hips slightly to help her, the fabric sliding down with agonizing slowness as her fingers follow the path. When she finally reaches your cock, her hand wraps around you with practiced ease, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip.

Priya bites her lip as she feels how hard you are. "Fuck," she breathes. "You're so big for me."

She gives you a slow stroke, her grip firm but gentle.

she owned every inch of your attention, Priya’s lips hovered just above yours. You waited for the kiss, your mouth parting slightly desperate.

She denied it Instead, she pulled back with a smirk and whispered, "Kitchen. Now."

You blinked.

"W-what?"

She slid off your lap with dangerous grace, tugging at your wrist.

"You’re not cumming on the couch for a picture. You’re going to cum for me. Under my hands. In my mouth. On my rules.

" Your legs felt weak as you followed her to the kitchen, still in disbelief that this was the same girl who used to blush when you kissed her neck. Priya walks ahead of you, swaying her hips deliberately as she moves toward the kitchen island. The dim light from the refrigerator catches the damp strands of her hair, glistening like dark gold. She turns once she reaches the counter, leaning back against it with her arms crossed beneath her breasts. The movement pushes them up, the neckline of your t-shirt stretching taut over her curves.

"You're hesitating," she says, tilting her head. "Are you scared of me now?"

You swallow hard, your throat dry. "No. Just... not used to this."

Priya smiles, slow and knowing. She spreads her legs slightly, hooking one bare foot behind the other. "Good."

"Sit on the counter," she ordered.

You obeyed.

She stepped between your legs and ran her palms along your thighs, brushing against the bulge that throbbed for her "This is what I do to you, huh?" she asked, biting her lower lip. "All this time, I thought you were being sweet. You were being hungry."

She dropped to her knees in front of you.

Pulled your shorts down in one clean motion your cock sprung free fully erect, pulsing, dripping her eyes locked onto it, tongue teasing her own lips.

"So hard… just for looking at my photo?" she said. "What if I give you something better to remember?", Her warm hand wrapped around the base of your cock, first for an slow strokes Her touch is firm but gentle, her fingers slick with your precum as she moves upward, She watches you intently, studying your reactions, committing them to memory as her grip tightens just slightly on the upstroke.

"Priya," you breathe, your fingers digging into the countertop behind you. She smiles at the sound of your voice, a dangerous curve of her lips.

"Quiet," she murmurs. "I'm working Chetta"

She leans forward, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of your cock Then came the first lick from base to tip slow, sloppy, and maddening,

"Mmm," she moaned, swirling her tongue. "I like this taste more than your cooking." you groaned. 

Your hands reached for her hair, but she pulled back.

"Ah-ah. Don’t touch me yet. You’re mine tonight. No rushing." , She sucked the tip in slowly, cheeks hollowing. One hand on your thigh, the other gently stroking your dick.

You could barely hold on, "You wanted this, right?" she said, her voice now dripping with lust and control. "Now take it. Don’t hold back."

She went deeper.

Sloppier.

Every sound in the kitchen was wet and obscene the moans, the slurps, your heavy breathing echoing off the cold walls.

But she wasn’t done.

She stopped suddenly, letting your cock rest against her cheek. You swallow hard, your throat dry. She's right there, waiting, her mouth half-open, her breath warm against your cock. The words stick in your throat for a moment, but then

The kitchen tiles were still slick with her spit.

Your mind was spinning, your body aching for release but she gave you none. She stood up, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and looked at you like she was far from done.

"Shower," she said sharply. "Now. Strip."

She didn’t wait for you. The sound of her bare feet slapped against the floor as she walked away, hips swaying like she knew you were watching.

The bathroom light flicked on.

Steam already rising.

You followed shirtless, dazed, hard as ever.

When you stepped in, she was already under the spray. Water cascading down her back, soaking her thin T-shirt. The fabric clung to her skin, outlining her soft curves, her nipples dark and erect beneath it. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled it off—her first time undressing in front of you without hesitation.

You froze at the doorway.

"Close the door. Don’t keep the heat waiting."

You obeyed.

And there she was naked, glistening, powerful her wet hair clung to her shoulders, her brown skin shimmering under the water. Her eyes locked with yours, and her finger curled beckoning you forward, "On your knees," she said you didn’t think. You knelt on the wet floor, the tiles cold beneath your knees, your erection throbbing helplessly.

She leaned back against the wall, lifted one leg, and rested her foot on the edge of the tub.

"Worship me."

Your eyes widened.

She reached down and parted herself, gliding two fingers slowly between her soaked folds.

"You fapped to my photo. Now use your mouth. Make it worth it."

You leaned in. The first taste of her is intoxicating salt and musk, heat and something uniquely her. You flatten your tongue against her, pressing firm as she lets out a shuddering breath. She gasped when your tongue met her soft, slow licks, tasting her warmth, her wetness mixing with the water but she wasn’t gentle.

Her fingers threaded into your hair.

"No teasing. Deeper. Suck my clit."

You obeyed, licking, sucking, devouring her like you were starved.

She moaned loudly, shamelessly arching her hips into your mouth.

"Yes… right there… don’t stop..."

The shower was loud but her moans were louder. The water rained down as you worshipped her, your tongue exploring every inch of her slick heat. Your hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as she rocked against your face. She was so wet, so needy, her fingers tightening in your hair as her breathing grew ragged. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," she chanted, her words mingling with the spray of water. Her muscles tensed, her thighs quivering against your face as she climbed higher and higher, her sounds growing more desperate.

Then, without warning, she pulled you up by your hair your lips, chin, neck—wet with her "You're gonna cum only when I say. Understood?" you nodded, breathless. Her hand wrapped around your cock again, slick from the shower and your own precum. She stroked you slowly, deliberately, watching your face as you gasped. "You like this, huh?" she murmured. "Being used like this?"

You nodded.

She increased the pace slightly, "Good. Because I'm not done with you."

With her free hand, she pushed you back against the tiles, cool against your heated skin. She knelt before you, meeting your eyes as she licked her lips. "I've waited so long to have you like this," she said. "Now I'm going to take my time."

And she did started to sucking slowly, lazily, as if savoring every inch of you, her tongue dragging along the underside, her lips wrapping tight around the head. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she pulled back, only to take you deeper when she moved forward again. Her hand stayed at the base, fingers pressing into the sensitive skin beneath your dick, working in rhythm with her mouth.

You groaned, fingers twitching at your sides, desperate to touch her but knowing better than to reach for her without permission. She looked up at you through her lashes, her dark eyes half-lidded with lust, her mouth full of you. She pulled off with a wet pop and grinned. "You're so hard for me." Her hand stroked you slowly, teasingly. "I bet you want to cum so badly. But not yet. I'm not done playing with you."

She stood, pressing her body against yours, her skin slick and warm as she rose. Her hand never left your cock, stroking slowly as she brought her face close to yours. "I want to hear you beg," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "Beg me to let you cum."

You opened your mouth, but she covered it with her free hand. "Not yet. You can beg all you want, but you don't get to speak. Understood?"

You nodded, your cock twitching in her hand. She moves her hand away from your mouth, dragging her nails lightly down your chest as she steps back. The water from the showerhead spills down between your bodies, dripping off your chest onto the tiles. She grips your cock again, her thumb circling the head with just enough pressure to make your hips jerk forward instinctively.

Priya watches you with dark, hungry eyes. "You're so desperate for it," she murmurs, her words thick with satisfaction. She moves her thumb faster, applying just the right amount of friction as she leans in to lick the side of your neck. The contrast of the cool tiles against your back and the heat of her mouth sends shivers through your body.

She grabbed your cock, pressed it against her stomach.

"You’re leaking for me," she whispered. "You’ve never been this hard."

She turned around her back arched, her ass full and glistening, water running down the curve of it.

"Take me. Now." Your hands shake as you grab her hips, guiding yourself to her entrance. She's dripping wet from the shower, from her own arousal, from the way she's teased you past the point of reason. The head of your cock presses against her, and she moans before you even push inside.

"Fuck," she gasps, bracing her hands against the shower wall. "God, you feel so good."

You slide in inch by inch, her walls clenching around you, so tight and warm and perfect. She arches her back, pressing her ass against you as you fill her completely.

She groaned deep and primal.

"Harder, baby. Show me how badly you wanted this." Your hands tighten on her hips as you pull back, then thrust in again, harder this time. A sharp moan tears from her throat, her fingers scrambling against the wet tiles for purchase. The shower pours down around you both, steam rising as your bodies move together in the tight space. The water cascades down her back, over her ass, between where your bodies connect.

"You feel so big inside me," she breathes, pushing back against you. "Just like I imagined."

You pick up the pace, your thrusts becoming deeper, stronger. She's so wet, so tight, her body rocking against yours as she meets you halfway.

Her moans echoed off the walls. Her nails dug into the tiles. Her dominance never faded.

"This is mine," she gasped, grinding her hips back into you. "This cock. This night. Every drop you hold back belongs to me." You groan, hips stuttering as she tightens around you, her walls fluttering. The words alone are enough to make your control waver.

"I can feel you holding back," she purrs, looking over her shoulder at you. "I can feel how close you are." Her hand moves between her legs, fingers circling her clit as she grinds against you. "Don't you dare cum until I say so." Her command is sharp, but her breathing is ragged, her body trembling slightly.

You bite your lip, forcing yourself to slow down, to think past the overwhelming pleasure. She watches you intently, studying every twitch of your face, every shift of your body.

"Good boy." You can feel it building—an undeniable pressure at the base of your cock, a coil of need tightening in your gut. She notices the moment you struggle, the second you grip her hips harder than before. Her smile turns wicked as she arches her back, pressing her ass flush against you.

"Do you want to cum?" she asks, deliberately rolling her hips in slow circles.

You couldn’t hold it anymore, "Priya… I’m… gonna..." she clenched around you then, whispered "Not yet. Pull out. On your knees again."

You did. Shaking. Desperate.

She stood over you, one hand stroking your length, the other on her tits

Your mouth hung open, chest heaving as she stood before you, dripping wet and utterly untamed. The shower's spray cascaded down her body, water running in rivulets over her dark skin, gathering in the hollows of her collarbones and pooling between her thighs. She held your cock in her hand, squeezing gently as she stepped closer, her knee pressing between your legs.

"Look at you," she murmured, eyes flickering with heat. "All worked up for me." Her thumb brushed over the head, spreading the precum there with slow, deliberate circles. A shudder ran through you at the contact. "I love how desperate you are for me." You open your mouth, but she presses two fingers against your lips. "Shhh. You don't get to talk."

She sinks down onto your lap, her hands braced on your shoulders as she guides you inside her with agonizing slowness. The tight heat of her envelops you completely, her walls fluttering around your cock as she takes you inch by inch. When you're fully seated inside her, she lets out a breathy moan and rolls her hips in a slow, deliberate circle.

"God, you feel so good," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. "All mine."

Your hands grip her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she begins to move. You groan as she rides you, her body slick with water and her own arousal, the shower's steam hanging thick in the air. Every roll of her hips sends jolts of pleasure through you, her tight walls squeezing around your cock as she moves.

"Look at me," she commands, tilting your chin up. Her dark eyes lock onto yours, pupils blown wide with lust. You obey, watching as she throws her head back, wet strands of hair sticking to her face and neck. Her moans fill the small space, rising over the rush of water from the showerhead.

"I'm so close," she breathes, nails scraping down your chest. She speeds up, bouncing on your cock with increasing intensity, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her breasts sway with every movement, skin flushed pink from the heat of the shower and the pleasure coursing through her. You can feel it the way her walls start to flutter around you, the telltale tightening of her body as her climax builds.

"Fuck, Priya..." you grit out, teeth clenched against the overwhelming need to thrust up into her.

"Shhh," she murmurs, even as her own moans grow louder. "Don't talk. Just feel."

She leans forward, her breasts pressing against your chest as she grinds down onto you in tight circles. The water beats down on both of you, steam filling the air as her body rocks against yours. She's so close, you can feel her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. She locks eyes with you, her dark gaze intense and hungry. "Cum for me, baby Now Look at me when you cum." The command in her words sends a bolt of intense pleasure straight to your core, and with a final, deep thrust, you spill inside her. Your vision blurs at the edges as your hips jerk involuntarily, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She clenches around you, milking every last drop as her own orgasm crashes over her. A broken moan escapes her throat, her body quivering against yours as she rides out the intense waves of pleasure.

For a long moment, neither of you move. The shower still pours down around you both, the steam thick in the air as your heart pounds in your chest.

Slowly, she lifts herself off you, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The water hisses as she reaches over and turns off the shower, leaving only the sound of your breathing and the slow drip-drip from the faucet.

She steps out of the tub, her bare feet leaving tiny wet prints on the tile. Grabbing a towel, she begins to dry herself, but not in a hurry each movement unhurried, deliberate, sensual. The steam still hangs thick around her, making her skin glow in the muted light.

Then, without ceremony, she tosses the towel aside.

Naked again, she turns toward you still on your knees with a look that’s equal parts smug satisfaction and hungry challenge.

You shift, the tiles cool beneath you, your muscles still trembling from what just happened.

She steps close, her toes brushing against your knees. Her hands find your shoulders, warm and firm, and she tilts your chin upward with a single finger, forcing you to meet her dark, heavy-lidded gaze.

"Good boy," she murmurs, her voice rich with approval, the words curling into you like a reward. "You held out for me."

Her thumb grazes your bottom lip, and you feel the faint tremor in her touch despite her composure.
"You always do."

You kiss the pad of her thumb without thinking, and her expression softens just enough to reveal the woman beneath the dominance.

She pulls you up to your feet and against her, pressing her damp, warm body into yours. Her hands slide up your back, nails lightly grazing as if tracing the memory of what you just shared.

"I like knowing you’ll wait for me," she whispers against your jaw. "That I can take you right to the edge… and still have you begging for more."

You wrap your arms around her, holding her close as you both step out of the bathroom. The cool air of the bedroom greets you, but her heat doesn’t fade. She guides you toward the bed, the sheets soft beneath you both as you sink down together.

No rush now.

She rests her head on your chest, fingers lazily drawing circles over your skin. For a while, the room is quiet—just the sound of her breathing slowing, matching yours.

"You know…" she begins softly, "I used to be scared you’d want someone bolder. Someone who wasn’t… me."

You tilt your head to look at her. "Priya....."

She presses a finger to your lips.
"Tonight… I realized something. I can be that woman. For you. And I like it… more than I thought I would."

Her eyes glisten not from tears, but from the weight of the moment.

"But only for you," she adds, her voice a tender warning and a vow all at once.

You kiss her forehead, feeling her relax into you completely. Her body melts against yours, no longer tense with control, just warm and safe.

And in that soft, quiet afterglow, you know whatever she gives you next time, whether it’s dominance or gentleness it will be hers, fully and completely.

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You had thought the evening would be like any other Priya curled up on the couch in one of your oversized tees, her bare legs tucked under her as she scrolled on her phone. Innocent, sweet, and totally unaware of the effect she had on you. Or so you thought