Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
The pressure of the sheikh’s hands on her head dictated the rhythm of her movements, and she followed him like an eager pupil would its master. The soft grunts and the hoarse growls that the sheikh emitted were her praise, and she found herself working harder to pleasure him, wanting, needing him to lose control the way he made her lose control.
Soon, he was clutching her head tightly, his hips moving wildly, and his phallus was shoving in and out of her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.
“Will you want to swallow my cum, qalifa?” she heard him grate out.
She answered this by sucking hard on his penis, and his entire body stiffened.
“Aira.” Fuck!
And then he was holding her hair even harder as his phallus shot out its sweet, salty load into her mouth, one powerful jerk after another, and she strove to drink it all, swallow it all, but there was so damn much that when she finally released his phallus, a few drops of cum still managed to trickle down the corner of her mouth.
It was the most beautifully erotic sight, seeing his semen on his woman’s lips, and when her pink tongue darted out to lick the drops, the sheikh groaned, his semi-erect penis once again shooting up in throbbing arousal.
Harper, still on her knees, was wide-eyed in disbelief. “You’re hard again.”
“All because of you, saghira.” And as his need for her burned, Khalil reached for her, dragging Harper to his lap, and just before conquering her mouth, he muttered against her lips, “You turn me on like no other ever has.”
And then he kissed her, hungrily, and his self-control was further threatened when she kissed him back just as hungrily, her arms going around his neck as her legs straddled his lap. This time, he didn’t have to teach her at all. Her tongue played with his, and then she was biting his lip, sucking on her tongue –
Ah, fuck. He forced himself to put an end to the kiss, breathing hard, knowing that if he didn’t stop now, he would end up taking her virginity in the back of his limo. And he didn’t want that – not for her. Especially not for her.
When he looked back at her, she was panting, her eyes clouded and confused. Why aren’t we kissing anymore?
The sheikh wanted to laugh and groan. She was so damn innocent. He continued watching her, his gaze taking note of the way her green eyes darkened as reality slowly returned. He felt her stiffen as her face paled –
Any moment now, the sheikh thought.
When she suddenly scrambled off his lap, he let her go and reached for his trousers and briefs. He saw her head snap towards the windows as he dressed himself, and when he was done, he said softly, “We must talk.”
“I don’t want to.”
His lips pressed together to suppress his smile, knowing that if he hadn’t, it would only rile her up even more. Seeing that the limousine had reached the airport, he let the matter drop for now, and he kept his silence as they were cleared for immigration.
He could see the tension in his security team and the rest of his staff as they prepared for his sudden flight and made a mental note to apologize to them. It was not normal for kings like him to take off without months of planning in advance, but since he was king—-
Khalil glanced at the woman walking stiffly beside him, her chin up but her eyes not meeting anyone. The trouble he was causing his staff was unfortunate, but the ends justified the means in this case. Because it was as Tarif had said. He was running out of time.
Harper couldn’t help but find the sheikh’s silence suspicious. Sure, he was quiet most of the time, but not with her. Never with her. Whenever they spent time together, he tended to talk – a lot – mostly to bully her, so much so that she often found herself wanting to choke the sheikh as much as she wanted him to kiss her.
And in the end, Harper thought gloomily, she had ended up doing the wrong thing.
She had kissed him instead of choking him.
The sheikh’s private plane was again an unprecedented sight, starting with the elevator – oh my God, was this for real – that took them straight to the king’s private third-floor entrance. From there, the king excused himself to talk with his staff while an aide took over to show her around.
While the third floor was exclusively for the king’s use, the second floor consisted of six guestrooms and offices, alongside several types of recreational quarters. The first floor, on the other hand, offered a fully equipped kitchen to dish out a ten-course meal at a moment’s notice, a grand dining room, a library, and a viewing room.