Page 83 of Bred By the Sheikh

“You did.”

A pleased little laugh escaped her.

Then she shifted her hips again.

I groaned.

“Oh, you’re still hard.”

“Very.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

That was enough.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and turned us.

Chrissy landed on her back with a gasp.

I came over her.

“There you are.”

Her eyes widened.

“You were waiting for that.”

“Yes.”

“You let me—”

“I let you do exactly what you wanted.”

My hand slid down her thigh.

“Now I’m going to do what I want.”

Heat flashed across her face.

“Yes.”

I pulled her toward the edge of the mattress.

Her legs opened around me.

I drove inside her.

Chrissy cried out.

I gave her one deep stroke, then another.

Her hands gripped my forearms.

“Harder.”

I obeyed.

Her body moved with every thrust.