Page 5 of Her Older Sheikh

I want to know how it feels to run my fingers through the golden locks of her hair, want to fucking see how it looks when they're fanned against the pillows while her naked body writhes under mine.

I want to have the sole fucking right to undress her and run my hands all over her body. I want to be the only one to know how gloriously small her boobs would feel in hands as big as mine, want to be the only fucking one to know the sweetness of her nipples, and how long I'd have to suckle until I'm drinking milk from her virgin tits.

I want to be the first one to explore her pussy like it's a whole new fucking world, and I want to do so with everything of mine that moves. My tongue. My fingers. My cock. I even want to give her a fucking foot job, which I never once wanted to do for any other woman.

I want to have all the time in the world to observe how her pussy would swell and quiver under my touch, want to fucking see how wet she could get before she starts dripping. I want to know how deep I can go before I tear into her hymen, want to know how much thickness her pussy can handle before its tight, sleek walls begin expanding. I want to know how hard and rough I can fuck her until she shatters into a wet, shuddering mess.

I want to know what sounds she can make as I pleasure her. I want to know if she's the type to gasp or scream. Moan orwhimper. Sob or cry out. I want to know how it would feel to have her whisper my name, want to know how much she can bear before she starts begging me to cum inside of her.

I want to seduce and claim her in every way there is. I want to be the man to unlock her innocence, and I want to possess her so fucking completely that I've completely ruined any chance of her fucking another man.

There are so many other things I want to do to her and with her. Filthy, dirty things that would make her blush and excite her. Maybe even scare and make her run away.

I want her, dammit.

I want her like I've wanted nothing and no one in this life, and I just fucking wish—-

I just goddamn wish I had gotten to know her before I promised myself to someone else.

Chapter One

Holy, holy guacamoley, but he's actually here!

He's actually here again!

I'm beside myself with excitement, and for several moments, all I can do is just stare and stare and stare.

You so hot, Mr. Mine!

I have to take a few deep breaths before I'm able to unglue my feet from the floor, and ideas ranging from cute to crazy pop in my head as I brazenly pick the table right next to his.

Should I wait for him to make the first move or should I just walk up straight to Mr. Mine and remind him about his "message"?

Since there's no one else around, can't I just tell him that real men have never done it for me, and only 2D guys have made my pussy all sweet and wet...until him?

Tell me, Mr. Mine.

What must I do to have you fall for me?

My heart gallops away as I feel him staring at me, and I don't know whether to feel embarrassed or naughty when I feel my boobs jiggle against my racerback as I take my seat.

The intensity of his stare has my nipples waking up and stretching against the thin strapless cups of my bra. I almost feel like I'm performing for his pleasure when he actually takes a sipof his coffee while watching me, and I have to bite my lip hard so I'm not tempted to ask if he has any private requests.

Oh Mr. Mine, how you seduce me, and all without even trying.

Just feeling his gaze on me takes my breath away, and the longer I'm in his presence, the more I feel like flames are about to lave my entire body, with all six-feet-plus of him pulsing with sexual heat.

Animal magnetism makes perfect sense now that I'm just a foot or so away from Mr. Mine, and things like being civilized suddenly feel boring and overrated.

Why be with a boy who can only give you a ho-hum peck on the cheek when you can have Mr. Mine ruin every inch of your body? Why date a gentleman who will only kiss your hand...when you can have Mr. Mine adore your flesh in the most obscene ways there are?

Just thinking about all the dirty things a man like him can do to my body makes a thousand tingles travel all over my flesh, and when wanton restlessness has me unable to resist stealing a look at Mr. Mine, I nearly end up swooning.

Oh, you perfect man!

Mr. Mine licking a stray drop of coffee off his lip is a more sensual sight than the most erotic ad for men's underwear. I've seen other men do the same thing, but it's just not the same. How does he make everything he does so, sohot?

I take another peek at him, and it suddenly feels criminal to hog all this beauty to myself.

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