Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
The concept of time eluded her as she tried to catch her breath and make sense of the maelstrom of pleasure that continued to wreak havoc on her still-shuddering body. Was that normal? Was it always supposed to be that good? And how was it that she seemed to still want more –
The feel of the sheikh withdrawing from her interrupted her thoughts, and a shocking sense of emptiness struck her the moment she felt the sheikh pull his phallus all the way out. Was it over? Why did she feel sad about this? And what should she do now? Should she say ‘thanks’ or –
Strong hands clasping her hips startled Anisah into looking up, and she couldn’t help drawing a shaky breath at the lazy, devastating smile that curved on the sheikh’s lips. She had a sudden, instinctive urge to pinch herself. Was this real?
This man whose silky ebony locks she had gripped, this man whose lips had tasted every inch of her body, this man whose beauty almost seemed unreal, with the incandescent lighting overhead bathing his naked muscular torso with a golden glow – was this truly the man who had just minutes ago taken her virginity...and with it made her indelibly his?
The thought was...terrifying.
Tarif knew the exact moment the impulse to flee struck his lovely puritan, and his smile turned into a smirk. In this part, she had proved delightfully predictable, and the sheikh had no trouble pinning her hips down to the bed when she tried to get up.
“Sheikh—-”
“Tarif,” he corrected her, and without giving Anisah a chance to realize what he intended to do next, he simply tightened his hold on her hips and flipped her over.
A gasp escaped Anisah when she found herself lying on her stomach, and then she had to gasp again when she felt the sheikh pulling her hips up until her butt was practically wiggling in the air. “Sheikh!”
But the only answer she got was the feel of the bed dipping as the sheikh rose to his knees, and her entire body stiffened when she felt him start to palm her butt.
Another moment and she felt the head of his phallus nudging against her entrance, and her mind threatened to shut down.
Oh...dear...
“S-Sheikh?” And when she still didn’t get an answer, she croaked out, “Tarif?”
The sheikh smiled. “Good girl.”
“I wasn’t aiming to be – ah!” Her eyes flew wide, and her fists automatically clutched at the sheets when she felt his engorged phallus slowly but steadily drive inside of her without warning. Stars above, how could this be possible? She found herself shaking her head, wondering if it was possible that she was only dreaming this –
But then she felt him lean forward, his hips pushing against the back of her legs, and Anisah cried out as the movement shoved his throbbing manhood deeper inside of her. This was real then? She twisted her head around to look at the sheikh over her shoulder, saying weakly, “You’re n-not supposed to be this hard right away – aaaah!”
The sheikh had withdrawn his cock almost all the way out before thrusting back inside of her in one forceful plunge.
“I think you’ve forgotten.” With each word, the sheikh began pumping his cock in and out of her, harder and deeper until she found her face flat against the bed while her butt went up higher and higher to take more of the sheikh’s cock.
“I went without sex for a long, long time for you.” The sheikh reached around her body to capture her breasts with his hands, and she moaned.
“So no, my sweet.” Tarif pinched her nipples, and her mewling cry of pleasure was his reward. “I should be this hard...” He pinched the tight buds harder, and she bucked against his hips.
Anisah whimpered as the sheikh bent close once more, and her eyes squeezed shut when she felt his breath tickle her ear. “I intend to make up for each and every damn day of my enforced celibacy.” The sheikh pulled back, and Anisah bit back a cry of protest when he released her breast. She should feel relieved, curse it, but instead her body ached for more of his touch. It was just so stupid –
“Ah!”
The sheikh took Anisah by surprise when he suddenly captured her hands behind her back while his other hand gripped her by the hair.
“Ready for another fucking, my sweet?”
Such dirty, dirty words, spoken in such a rough, gritty voice...
She should hate the way he was speaking to her, curse it – but she didn’t.
The lewd sound of the sheikh’s hips pumping hard against her filled the room as he plunged his thick, hard phallus into her over and over. It was agony – pure and beautiful agony – made more tortuous by the way he pulled her head and hands back, which forced her to straighten and cause her breasts to jiggle harder with every thrust of his cock.