Page 54 of Bred By the Sheikh

I held on to him.

“Oh my God.”

His forehead touched mine.

“You take me beautifully.”

My pussy clenched.

He groaned.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

My pussy clenched again, and I moaned his name.

“I feel every time you do that.”

I moved my hips experimentally.

His jaw went taut.

“Do that again.”

I did.

His hand slid beneath my ass.

He began to fuck me with deep, measured strokes that gave my body time to adjust and still built the pressure again before I’d recovered from the first orgasm.

I wrapped my legs around him.

“I want it harder.”

His shoulders locked for a beat.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

He gave me what I asked for.

The next thrust pushed a cry out of me.

He kissed me.

“That’s it, Chrissy. Take me.”

I clung to him.

He filled me so completely that every movement felt enormous.

His hand slid between us.

His thumb found my clit.

I gasped.

“You’re going to come again.”