Page 52 of Bred By the Sheikh

My hands went to his trousers.

“I want these off.”

He helped me.

When his cock sprang free, I forgot every joke I’d ever known.

He was thick and hard, large enough that I sucked in a breath even as I reached for him.

Tariq studied my face.

“Is that too much?”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Be sure.”

I wrapped my hand around him.

His chest rose sharply.

“I’m certain.”

I stroked him once. His eyes closed briefly.

His hand covered mine.

“Not tonight.”

I frowned.

“Why are you stopping me?”

“Because if you put your mouth on me now, I won’t last long enough to give you what I want to give you.”

I flushed.

“That is a very effective argument.”

He lifted me.

A startled squeak escaped me.

“You’re safe.”

“I know. I just wasn’t expecting to become airborne.”

He laughed softly.

Then he laid me on the bed.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he came over me.

I touched his face.

His beard rasped against my palm.

He turned and kissed the center of it.