Page 53 of Bred By the Sheikh

Then he spread my thighs.

His cock pressed against me.

The head nudged through my wetness.

He stopped.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

I held his eyes.

“I don’t want to.”

“You want me bare.”

“I want you bare.”

“You want me to come inside you.”

My clit throbbed at the question.

“I want that.”

He stayed perfectly still.

“Say it.”

I swallowed.

“I want you to fuck me without a condom, and I want you to come inside me.”

Tariq pushed into me slowly, careful even though every line of his face had gone taut.

I gasped at the stretch.

He stopped halfway.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s a lot.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, I want more.”

He drove deeper.

I moaned.

My legs opened wider around him.

He pushed again.

Then he was fully inside me.