Page 125 of Bred By the Sheikh

“Is that a complaint?”

“Get on the chaise.”

Her eyes darkened.

“You could say please.”

“I could.”

She waited.

I smiled.

“Get on the chaise, please.”

“That’s better.”

She turned and climbed onto the wide cushioned chaise.

I followed her.

Chrissy lay back.

I went between her thighs.

She reached for me.

I caught her wrist and kissed the ring again.

Her face changed.

I kissed the inside of her palm.

Then I kissed her wrist.

I bent over her and kissed one breast.

Her nipple hardened beneath my mouth.

I sucked it while my hand moved over her thigh.

Chrissy arched.

“God.”

I gave the other breast the same attention.

Her fingers tangled in my hair.

Then I settled between her legs and dragged the head of my cock through her wet pussy.

Chrissy lifted her head.

“You’re not inside me.”

“I noticed.”

“What are you doing?”