Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Harper didn’t open her eyes as she felt him lay her on the bed. A rustling sound followed, the sheikh pulling the covers above them, and just as the world became a shade darker, she felt his fingers grazing against her body, untying the stringed straps of her dressing gown. She squeezed her eyes more tightly as the silk slid down her body. In a blink of an eye, she was naked, and after a few moments, so was the sheikh.
His weight pressed down on her, his formidable solidness more reassuring than frightening. It made her feel safe and protected, and she molded against him willingly.
His lips touched her softly, and she sighed just as her lips parted.
As they kissed, the sheikh drew the covers down, revealing his bare back while his arms covered the sides of her body. All that could be seen of Harper was her face and her bare shoulders. He deepened the kiss as he slowly rubbed his body against her. The head of his phallus nudged her clit repeatedly while its length slid back and forth against the already-wet folds of her pussy. The sheikh bided his time, patient and determined to give her so much pleasure that she would forget people were watching them.
It took a while, but finally the sheikh heard her whimper, felt her nails scrape down his back, and he raised his hips. “Open your legs for me, qalifa.”
Her body shook, but even so she obeyed his command, her silky legs parting in welcome. The head of his phallus entered, and she gasped softly. He kept it at that for a while, wanting her to adjust to the feeling of his penetration, but when she started to writhe, he pushed his penis further in, until he was halfway buried into her.
By now, beads of cold sweat lined the edges of his face, but the sheikh resolutely hung on to his control. He had promised that he would protect her, and he would keep his word, even if it were at the expense of his pleasure.
And so he waited, his fists clenching at each side of her face, and the sheikh only allowed himself to push further when again he felt her writhe, this time more restlessly. Inch after inch, he pushed in, and when he felt the thin barrier of her hymen, he whispered, “Harper.”
“Yes—-”
As she started to answer, he chose that exact moment to break through it, his large and thick penis claiming her virginity in one hard plunge.
Her word ended in a gasp, her body arching against his, and for the first time since they had entered the chamber her eyes flew open. As her dazed gaze sought his, the sheikh said hoarsely, “It is done.” Bending his head, he placed a kiss on her trembling lips, whispering, “All of you is mine now.”
A moment later, he felt her arms go around him. “I’m glad.”
His entire body shuddered at her sweet words, and his hips moved involuntarily. She gasped, but this time the sound was entirely free of pain, and so the sheikh moved again, withdrawing and then burying his penis back into her. In and out his phallus went, his strokes steady and leisurely, and only when he felt her hips thrusting up to meet his strokes did he increase the pace gradually. Just a little faster, just a little deeper, and when she began to pant, he couldn’t stop himself, fucking her just a little harder—-
“Khalil.”
It was her first time to say his name, and a growl escaped him just as his hips took a life of its own. He rammed into her over and over, his only thought to make sure she was properly covered and properly fucked.
Harper began to sob. It was too, too good, and oh, the knowledge that people were watching them fuck – it was shameful, terrifying, but she couldn’t deny that it also sent a forbidding thrill of excitement down her spine. Even knowing that they could see her aroused face and the way her nails scraped demandingly against the sheikh’s naked back, she just couldn’t help it.
The sheikh’s phallus shoving in and out of her was just too, too good.
Pleasure started to tighten into a ball at the pit of the stomach, and Harper moaned, knowing that she was near to reaching an orgasm. “Khalil.” His name came out a soft, breathless plea, even as her panting became louder, quicker.
So, so near—-
The sheikh’s thrusts seemed to quicken as if he sensed her pleasure looming near, and her nails dug deeper into his back.
So, so near—-
She felt his fingers reach between their bodies, his fingers brushing against her clit, and Harper stiffened. A moment later, the sheikh pinched her clit as he thrust back into her, and that was it for her. A keening cry tore out of her throat as her orgasm swept over her trembling body, and as wave after wave of her release struck her aching pussy, she could only cling to the sheikh’s body, sobbing as his wonderfully hard thrusts continued, over and over until his own back arched, and then he was coming as well, filling her with his cum.