Page 78 of Bred By the Sheikh

She opened her mouth and took me in.

A rough breath tore out of me.

Her tongue moved along the underside of my cock as she took me deeper.

I put one hand against the stone wall behind me rather than in her hair.

Chrissy noticed.

Her eyes lifted to mine while her mouth was still wrapped around me.

I nearly lost control.

“Fuck.”

She pulled back.

“You like that.”

“You know I do.”

“I wanted to hear you say it.”

“I like your mouth on my cock.”

She took me again, deeper this time.

My fingers curled against the wall.

Chrissy worked me slowly, one hand moving at the base while her mouth took the rest.

Nothing about it was polished.

Nothing needed to be.

She found a rhythm that made my breath come harder.

Then she changed it deliberately.

I dropped my gaze.

She smiled around me.

“Slow down, Chrissy.”

She pulled off.

“What?”

“If you keep doing that, this ends before I’m inside you.”

Her eyes brightened.

“That sounds familiar.”

“It should.”

She stroked me again.