Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
A long, agonized moan fell past Anisah’s lips when the sheikh’s hands felt as if they were suddenly everywhere. One moment, he was clutching her face as his mouth reclaimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Another moment and his large, strong hands were palming her aching breasts. She moaned as he started to knead and squeeze the twin globes, and she couldn’t stop staring as she watched his head started to descend towards her chest.
Lower and lower and lower –
Aaaaaah.
Her body arched as he flicked his tongue against her nipple, and she fell back against the bed with another whimper when he started nipping and playing with the pouting bud. Her fists clenched against the silk sheets when he finally started to suck, and by the time he moved to her other breast, she was beside herself with need.
“Sheikh, please...”
But the torture continued, and a feverish sensation claimed Anisah when the sheikh reached between their bodies until his fingers rediscovered her moist, swollen core. He drove one finger in without warning, and she screamed. Her hands curved over his broad shoulders as he continued sucking on her breast while his finger started thrusting in and out of her, and her body started to tighten when the sheikh thrust a second finger inside of her.
“Sheeeeeeeiiiiiiiikh....”
The sheikh bit her nipple hard just as his fingers drove deeper inside of her, and this time everything went white. She came with a broken sob, but the sheikh’s fingers continued to move in and out of her even as waves of orgasms rocked her body.
Only when the sheikh finally released her nipple with a loud popping sound did Anisah struggle to open her eyes, just in time to see the sheikh staring down at the triangle between her legs as he slowly drew his fingers.
Tarif’s head lifted sharply at the sound of Anisah’s whimper, and when he saw her staring at him wide-eyed, he kept his gaze on her as he slowly sucked the wetness that coated his fingers. A keening cry escaped her, and painful arousal seized his body at the sound.
It was time to make Anisah Kahveci his.
Anisah sucked in her breath as the sheikh moved up to loom over her, and his large, strong body settled between her legs. His gaze captured hers as he poised himself over her aching mound, and she bit back a cry as she felt the unmistakable nudge of his manhood against her entrance.
Tarif’s jaw clenched as he slowly pushed the head of his phallus past her entrance. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said hoarsely. He pushed his erection a few more inches deeper, and a groan was torn out of him when the muscles of her pussy tightened around his length.
Beads of perspiration lined the sheikh’s face as he fought to resist the urge to bury himself inside of her in one thrust. Instead, he worked the rest of his length into her inch by inch, his teeth grinding against each other when she started to pant and dig her nails into his back.
“Sheikh...” Her voice was aching, and the sound slashed at his control.
“No,” he bit out. “Call me by my name, my sweet.” His dark eyes caught hers, demanding her surrender. “Now, Tory.”
The commanding note in the sheikh’s harsh voice should have angered her, but instead it made her body burn hotter. Her lips parted, and she found herself obeying his command.
“T-Tarif—-”
His mind shutting down at the exquisite sound, Tarif’s cock plunged past her hymen as he buried himself to the hilt. Her keening cry at the loss of her virginity only made him shudder, and when her nails dug deeper into his back, his hips started to move of its own accord.
“Oooooooh.” Anisah’s eyes rolled back as the sheikh started to move, slowly and steadily at first, but later becoming faster and rougher as they both felt the walls of her pussy begin to stretch in its effort to accommodate his girth.
An erotic cacophony of sounds began to fill his bedroom: the sharp, heavy slaps of their bodies slamming against each other, the loud, wet slide of his phallus as it thrust in and out of her, the sheikh’s growls and her breathless pants – their notes blended together to make the most exquisitely lurid music, and the more she heard it, the more she lost herself in the carnal demands of her shaking body.
Soon, she could only measure time by the number and depth of his thrusts. Soon, her world was entirely dependent on the savageness of his possession, and oh stars above, soon she even found herself sobbing his name out as he pounded into her harder and harder, faster and faster, rougher and rougher –
“TAAAAARIF!”
Pleasure burst out of nowhere, and she cried his name out as he drove into her one last time, a savage growl tearing out of his throat as the sheikh reached his own orgasm. She found herself clinging to him as she felt the sheikh fill her with his hot, sticky cum, and her eyes closed when she felt his hands curve under her bottom just before he grinded his body harder against hers, as if he wanted every drop of his cum spilled inside of her pussy.