Page 51 of Bred By the Sheikh

Then his mouth covered my pussy.

My entire body jerked.

“Oh—fuck.”

His tongue slid through me and found my clit.

I cried out.

He licked me slowly at first, learning what made my thighs shake, what pulled a cry from me, and what made my hips press forward.

Then he repeated every one of them.

I moaned his name.

His hands gripped my hips.

I tried to move closer.

He let me.

The sound of his mouth on me filled the quiet room.

My clit throbbed under his tongue.

“I’m close.”

He lifted his head.

“Come for me.”

Then his tongue worked faster.

My orgasm hit so suddenly I almost folded over him.

“Oh God, Tariq!”

He held me upright as pleasure tore through me, my thighs shaking around his shoulders.

He didn’t stop until I pulled weakly at his hair.

“I can’t.”

He rose.

“You can.”

“That was arrogant.”

“It was accurate.”

I laughed breathlessly.

He kissed me.

I tasted myself on his mouth.

The intimacy of it sent another pulse through my pussy.