Page 81 of Bred By the Sheikh

“Yes.”

“Then take what you want.”

Chrissy reached between us and wrapped her hand around my cock.

She positioned me at her entrance.

Then she lowered herself slowly.

My teeth clenched.

Her face changed as I entered her.

She stopped halfway.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

She took another breath.

Then she sank the rest of the way down.

Her eyes closed.

“God.”

I gripped her hips.

“You feel good.”

“So do you.”

She moved once, then again.

Her rhythm was tentative for less than a minute.

After that, Chrissy found what she wanted.

She rocked over me, using her thighs and hips, one hand braced on my shoulder while the other pressed flat against my chest.

I wanted to take over.

I forced myself not to.

“You wanted this,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Then use me.”

A moan left her.

She moved faster.

Her breasts bounced with every rise and fall.

I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth.