Page 55 of Bred By the Sheikh

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can. Let me get you there.”

He circled my clit.

My pussy tightened around him.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

“That’s my girl.”

I kissed him hard.

“I’ve got you.”

He drove into me again.

His thumb kept moving.

My clit throbbed under his thumb until my thighs started to shake.

“I’m going to come.”

“Come on my cock.”

My nails dug into his shoulders.

He bent to my ear.

“Let me feel how hard you squeeze me when you come.”

That did it.

My orgasm crashed through me.

I cried his name.

My pussy clenched around him in hard waves.

Tariq swore and drove deeper.

His breathing turned rough.

I dragged him down against me.

“Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.”

His thrusts lost some of their measured control, turning faster and harder.

His voice dropped against my ear.

“You know what it means if I come inside you.”

My pussy was still pulsing around him.

“Yes, I know.”