Page 82 of Bred By the Sheikh

Chrissy gasped.

Her hand slid into my hair.

“That.”

I sucked harder.

She rolled her hips.

My cock drove deeper.

“Oh fuck.”

I moved one hand between us.

My thumb found her clit.

Chrissy jerked.

“Do that again.”

I did.

She kept riding me.

Her breathing broke apart.

I circled her clit while she set the pace herself.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“I won’t.”

Her breath shortened.

She pressed her forehead to mine.

“I’m close.”

“Then come.”

She moved harder.

I kept the pressure steady.

Chrissy cried out and clenched around me.

Her orgasm rolled through her in hard pulses while she kept moving.

I nearly came with her.

I barely held on.

When she slowed, I caught her face and kissed her.

She was breathing against my mouth.

“I did that.”