Page 36 of Her Older Sheikh

My beautiful Madeleine has finally gotten the fucking hang of it, and she's now started sucking on my cock the way she once sucked on my finger. She sucks on it like it's the biggest, sweetest lollipop there is, and God, she's just so fucking good—-

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," I growl, "and you are going to swallow everything."

My grip on her hair tightens.

"Do you hear me, Madeleine? I need you to swallow and keep fucking swallowing until the last drop of my cum is trickling down your throat."

I feel hermoanaround my cock, and the way her tits heave wildly as she does is the final fucking push—-

"Madeleine, fuck..."

I cum in her mouth as fucking promised, my cock shooting load after load straight down her throat, and my Madeleine also doesas she wordlessly promised, with the way she's swallowing every fucking drop—-

God, I love her.

It's the longest, wildest orgasm I've ever had, and both of us are temporarily spent when my cock makes a popping sound as I finally pull out of her mouth.

Madeleine collapses on the carpet, her dainty breasts rapidly rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. I wipe myself clean with a hanky and swiftly zip myself back up so I can scoop her into my lap.

"I love you," she whispers, but before I can tell her I love her back, she's already fallen asleep in my arms.

God, I love her.

I know there are still things I have to tell her, things that I need to beg her forgiveness for, but I'm going to tackle those things one at a time.

For now, I just want to savor having perfection in my arms.

Madeleine lets out a cute little yawn when we're finally back in Paradijs, and it's just too damn cute I have to pull her close so I can nibble on her lips.

She stares up at me when I pull away.

"What is it?" I ask gently.

"Did you enjoy it? Was I...good?"

The unusual note of shyness in her voice makes me haul her close.

"You weremagnificent," I whisper into her ear, and her cheeks are flushed with pleasure when I let her go.

We hear her phone buzz just as we're about to enter the elevator, and her lips curve in a rueful smile. "Can I go to the powder room and answer this? It might be Grandpa."

"Of course." I take my own phone out, and my forehead creases with a frown.

"What is it?" Madeleine asks.

"It seems I have my own calls to make," I answer in chagrin.

"Then stay here and do that," she says cheekily, "and make sure you let everyone know you can't be disturbed for the next three hours."

"Are you ordering me around?" I ask silkily.

Madeleine pouts up at me. "Do you have a problem with it?"

I let my lips tighten, and it's only when Madeleine starts to squirm that I allow her to see the gleam of amusement in my eyes.

"Of course not, my sweet."

Her alarmed expression turns to one of open adoration, and I suddenly feel like someone's walked over my grave.