Page 80 of Bred By the Sheikh

Chrissy caught the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head before I could touch it.

She stood in front of me wearing only a bra.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“No.”

She reached behind herself and unfastened the bra.

“I’m trying to be very clear.”

It fell.

She stepped toward me.

“I want you.”

I put both hands on her hips.

“Is your answer the same as last night?”

Her expression changed.

“Yes.”

“You still don’t want a condom?”

“I still don’t want one.”

“And you still want me to come inside you.”

Her pupils widened.

“Yes.”

That was enough.

Chrissy pushed me backward until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed.

“Sit.”

I looked at her.

“You’re allowed to take orders too.”

I smiled.

Then I sat.

She climbed onto my lap.

Her knees pressed into the mattress on either side of me.

My cock slid against her wet pussy.

She shuddered.

“Do you still want to lead?”