Page 32 of Her Older Sheikh

I quickly shake my head. "It's not."

Another one of his sexy little almost-smirks forms over his lips. "I thought you'd say that...which is why I'll need you to choose something else."

My forehead creases. "Choose what?"

"A secret part of your body," he says lazily, "that you want me to claim first."

Holy, holy, holy Mother of Debauchery!

Rashad once said he's bad in every unimaginable way there is, and I so believe him now.

"Are you serious?" I ask breathlessly.

"Tick tock, my sweet," he says mockingly. "Choose now or I'll make the choice—-"

I actually feel a little nervous, and I say in a rush, "I choose my boobs!"

His lips twitch, and I realize I might've actuallyscreamedthe words out?

"Excellent."

And now he'spurring,and I feel excited, scared, and pressured all at once.

"Don't expectmuch. Like literally." I know I've started babbling, but I can't help it. "They're not that big—-"

"They'reperfect."

"No, they're not—-"

"And I'll make youfeeljust how perfect they are."

Forget about swooning.

Because this time, I. IS. DROWNING.

"Raise your arms, my sweet."

The words remind me of how my favorite 2D heroes enjoy ordering their own women around, and I. IS. LOVING. IT.

Up my arms go, and Rashad gently pulls my blouse over my head.

My arms lower back down, and I see him staring at my breasts like they're a feast for his eyes.

"Perfect," he whispers, and I can only moan and writhe when he finally reaches for my tits.

His fingers slowly trace their roundness, and my boobs swell at the teasing gentleness of his touch. He promised to make me feel how perfect they are, and I definitely feel it now.

I never thought a man could ever look at my boobs this way, andsweet, sweet, sweeeet fantasy, baaaaaaaby—-

Rashad suddenly claims my waist to haul me up, and just as I find myself kneeling on the couch, and my legs are straddling his strong, hard thighs, he's also yanking my bra down, and now he's cupping my tits—-

Oh...yeeees.

Perfection is exactly how he makes me feel as he nuzzles the valley between my boobs while his hands start kneading my swollen pair of globes.

He kneads them slowly and gently, then roughly and forcefully, and just as I cry out at howperfectit all feels, Rashad makes it more so when he finally takes one nipple into his mouth and starts suckling.

Oh yes, oh please, oh gosh.

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