Page 127 of Bred By the Sheikh

“Oh God, Tariq!”

I stayed against her clit until the last tremor passed.

She pushed weakly at my stomach.

“Okay. Now you can fuck me.”

“That was always the plan.”

“You took a very long route.”

I bent and kissed her.

“It was worth it.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.

“Turn over for me.”

Her brows rose.

“Still celebrating?”

“I haven’t finished.”

She turned onto her knees and braced her hands on the cushions.

The diamond flashed against the cushion.

I ran my palm over the curve of her hip and ass.

Chrissy looked back over her shoulder.

“Fuck me, Tariq.”

I positioned my cock at her entrance and pushed inside slowly.

Her mouth opened on a gasp.

Her fingers tightened around the cushion.

I gave her time to take me.

“Give me more.”

I sank deeper until my hips met her.

Chrissy moaned.

“That’s it.”

I withdrew almost all the way and drove back into her.

She cried out.

I did it again.

Then I found a rhythm, slow and deep until she adjusted around me.