Page 56 of Bred By the Sheikh

“You could leave Dubai carrying my child.”

The words sent a fresh, violent shiver through me, and my pussy clenched around him again.

Tariq groaned.

“You like that.”

“I like it.”

His grip firmed beneath my thigh.

“You like the thought of me filling you, putting my come deep inside you.”

My face burned.

“I want it.”

He kissed me hard.

The kiss was almost savage.

“That’s all this is tonight,” he said against my lips. “A fantasy you chose.”

I met his eyes.

“I know.”

“You don’t owe me a future because I fuck you like I want one.”

My throat went tight.

“I know.”

He thrust hard.

“But Christ, Chrissy, I want to fill you until my come is running out of you.”

I moaned.

“Do it.”

His shoulders went taut.

“Say it again.”

“I want you to come inside me.”

He drove into me twice more.

Then he buried himself deep.

A rough sound tore from his throat.

Warmth pulsed inside me as he came.

He was coming inside me with no condom, no barrier, nothing between us.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him.