Page 126 of Bred By the Sheikh

“I’m celebrating.”

Her mouth curved.

I rubbed the head of my cock over her clit.

Her smile disappeared into a moan.

“Oh, fuck.”

I did it again, slow enough to make her hips lift.

The ringed hand she’d braced on the cushion closed around the fabric.

“That’s evil.”

“You can tell me to stop.”

“I absolutely will not.”

I rolled my cock over her clit again.

Chrissy reached between us and wrapped her hand around the base, guiding me.

“Like this?”

“Yes. Keep doing exactly that.”

Her grip tightened as I moved.

Every pass dragged the head over her clit without letting me enter her.

“Tariq, you’re killing me.”

“You’re the one holding me there.”

“That doesn’t make you innocent.”

“I wasn’t claiming innocence.”

She made a breathless sound when I pressed harder.

Her thighs began to shake.

“Right there.”

I covered her hand with mine and kept my cock exactly where she’d put it.

Chrissy’s hips rose.

Her breathing broke apart.

“I’m going to come again.”

I kept the same pressure.

Her pussy clenched around nothing as the orgasm hit.

Chrissy cried out and arched off the chaise.