Page 30 of Her Arabian King

“Nem.” Yes. And the sheikh heeded her silent plea as his own hand moved between their bodies, stroking down her waist until he reached her soaking panties.

One hard tear, and the scrap of lace was gone, and his long fingers came into contact with her aching mound.

A gasp tore out of her as his fingers traced her folds at a painfully slow pace.

Her grip on his phallus tightened. “P-please!”

A moment later, one finger slid inside of her, and Harper’s body arched.

Ooooh!

She fell back against the bed with a moan, and this time she couldn’t stop moaning as the sheikh started fucking her with his finger. She tried to match his thrusts with the squeezing strokes of her fingers around his phallus, and soon her breathless pants began to fill the room, mingling with the rough grunts that came out of the sheikh’s throat.

Suddenly, the sheikh pulled away, and she cried out in protest. “No!”

The sheikh rose in his knees, his own hand gripping his phallus, while his finger still thrust in and out of her pussy. A moment later, he was jerking himself off, and another finger slipped inside of her. He fucked her hard with his two fingers, and soon she was crying out, and as he shot his load on her belly, she, too, was coming, her body shuddering as her own cum gushed out of her.

The sight of her lying in sweet helpless abandon on his bed, his cum on her belly, was too damn irresistible for the sheikh, and with a groan Khalil bent down and captured her mouth with his. She kissed him back immediately, her innocent hunger more than a match for his desire, and she didn’t protest at all when he lifted her off the bed and carried her to the en-suite shower.

Harper was in a quiet daze as the sheikh washed her almost like a devoted servant, and she couldn’t help but tremble when he started soaping her body, the strokes of his fingers becoming more and more a caress.

“Such a docile little thing you are now, qalifa.” The sheikh’s tone was a husky murmur.

“I guess...I’m just not the type to beat my head against the wall.” The words came out in little choked gasps, with the sheikh now fondling her breasts from behind.

“You’ve made your decision then?”

“I s-still need a week.”

The sheikh almost smiled. His Harper had never been a pushover, and that she wasn’t going to change now was not displeasing at all. Even so, he wouldn’t make this easy for her. Pulling her closer, he licked her ear, and as she jerked, he said huskily, “At least give me a clue, qalifa. Are you likely to say yes?”

He started tweaking her nipples, and she gasped, “Are you trying to seduce me into obeying you?”

“Is it working?”

She clamped her mouth shut, unwilling to answer, but then the sheikh started nuzzling her neck as well, and when he started sucking on the too-sensitive skin, Harper whimpered—-

And then it was gone.

A cry of protest escaped her, and she felt the sheikh smile against her hair. “Do you have anything to say now?”

“You’re a bully.”

He laughed, but his voice was thick with lust as he said, “Only with you.”

And then he was squeezing her breasts hard while rubbing his phallus against her butt, and Harper’s entire body trembled. His touch felt so good, and the sheer size and heat of his erection was driving her out of her mind. She couldn’t stop imagining just how good it would probably feel, once she had his penis buried inside her pussy, and shit, oh, shit, but didn’t that make her a huge slut?

“I hate how weak I am with you,” she mumbled.

“How weak?” the sheikh purred in teasing. “Will you show me?”

“No.” The word came out a grumble, but when he pressed her against the glass wall of the shower Harper could only swallow hard, unable to even lift a single finger in resistance.

A soft, sexy chuckle, and the sheikh whispered into her ear, “I think you’re already showing it.”

“S-shut up.” But they both knew he was right, and when his hands moved down, she could only close her eyes and let the magic begin again.

By the time they left the shower, she was flushed, weak-kneed, and unable to protest as the sheikh once again took charge, towel-drying her body before helping her to a fluffy bathrobe.

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