Page 128 of Bred By the Sheikh

She pushed back into every stroke.

The ring flashed each time her hand flexed against the cushion.

I leaned over her and kissed the back of her shoulder.

“You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you.”

I pushed deeper.

Chrissy moaned.

“Harder.”

I gave her exactly that.

The chaise shifted beneath us.

Chrissy laughed once between moans.

“If we break royal furniture, I’m blaming you.”

“I own it.”

“That’s not the point.”

I fucked her harder.

Her reply dissolved into a cry.

“That was cheating.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You absolutely do.”

I slid one arm around her waist and brought her upright against my chest without pulling out.

Chrissy gasped at the changed angle.

Her head fell back against my shoulder.

I kissed beneath her ear.

Her ringed hand covered mine where it rested low on her stomach.

I drove into her again.

“Oh God.”

I moved my other hand between her thighs and found her clit.

Chrissy jerked.

“Tariq, that feels so good.”

I circled slowly while I kept fucking her.