Page 150 of Shâhzâdeh

I grinned seeing her sincerity and hearing her emotions as she spoke. “You make my dick hard and your words make my heart feel like it could break out of my chest.”

“Well, it seems like we should do something about that, don’t you think?” She bit her lip teasing me and the meetings I had to attend were the last thing on my mind.

My tongue was in her mouth, enjoying the smoothness of her lips and texture of her tongue gliding with mine. My silk pajama pants were pushed down, the silk of her nightgown pushed up as she broke away from me to join our bodies together. I lifted her onto the Persian styled executive desk I had brought from my home in Tennessee. I French kissed her lips, letting my tongue flicker through to her core needing to taste her and the desire she had for me.

Ambrosia. My wife was the sweetest pleasure my mouth had ever encountered. She tasted like perfection. Earthy and smooth and rich but most importantly she tasted like mine.

“Xšayarša (Khshayarsha)!”

I sucked on her clit and shook my head because she knew what I wanted to hear. I was impressed that even in the height of her passion she could remember the Persian version of my name, but I wanted more. “Call me my name, ziba.”

“Shohar.”

Hearing her call me the only title besides son or potentially father that meant the world to me threw me into overdrive. I gripped her freckled thighs tighter, forcing her to wrap her legs around my face as I buried my face in her center. My back flexed every time she attempted to unwrap her legs from my head and I nipped her inner thigh as a reprimand.

“Baby it’s just too much.”

“Zhen give me what I want,eshgham, and I’ll let you have control.” She was going to lose the battle but I would be more than happy to oblige her need to control her pleasure. My dick was aching, pulsing with the beat of my heart so I knew I would explode if I wasn’t inside her soon. Being inside of her would only hasten it as well, but at least it wasn’t a waste of my seed.

Her body jerked once, her lower back pressing down onto the desk as her stomach clenched and unclenched to the beat of her orgasm. I didn’t let up continuing to tease her clit as her walls collapsed around my fingers, squeezing them and wetting them up at the same time. I pulled out my fingers before whirling my tongue around her clit again causing her to shiver. My hand went to my shaft using her juices to lubricate the head.

Yaya popped up from the table like a woman possessed and straddled my lap. She slid down onto me with a smile and a moan. She looked every bit a queen who ruled her king as she rolled her hips, pulling me deeper into her body. Her tiara was perfectly balanced on her head, the suite of jewels I’d gifted her for our wedding covering her body.

“Zhat’s right, baby, take what you need.” My hands went to her hips as she planted her feet on either side of me to chase her orgasm. I couldn’t even buck my hips up to meet her because she was fucking me too damn good.

“Bounce zhat pretty pussy on my dick.Hamin tori (just like that)!” I slapped the side of her ass cheek loving how the flesh rippled with the impact.

She moaned, sped up her hips, then began to only work the tip clenching her walls around it to drive me insane. I loved that just like I was learning what made her feel good; she had no problem with doing the same thing. She’d asked me how to ride and after a few attempts on our honeymoon when she’d gotten embarrassed and stopped, she got out of her head and found what she liked.

“Don’t hold back,shâhzâdeh, fill me up.”

She knew that was the way to get me going. Something about her begging for me to cum inside her triggered a primal need. That request was like a kryptonite to my stamina. My release was milked out of me and I didn’t have a choice but to do as she commanded. Her body clenched around mine as we came together and I held her down and buried myself fully to ensure not a drop was wasted. She giggled slightly and I rubbed my hand up and down her back as I leaned forward to grab my phone off the desk and Vanya lifted her head up and turned around to watch me.

“What are you doing?”

I kissed the side of her face before dialing and raising the device to my ear.

“Telling bâbâ to take zhe meetings in my steed. You’ve drained me and after we take zhis nap, I want you to do it again.”

VANYA

“YOUR LITTLE THUG isn’t here to protect you now is he?”

I was starting to wonder what I had done so wrong in my life that I was still being bothered by these people.

I continued to flip through the dresses that were hanging on the rack of the boutique hoping I wouldn’t have to curse this man out.

“Johnathan, you act as though I need someone to fight my battles for me. I don’t. If memory serves, I’m still the woman that foiled not only your plan for my future, but theirs as well. Y’all are the only people who underestimate how strong I am, which is ironic since you saw it firsthand. If you want a demonstration, I’m more than happy to provide one.” My hair was down around my head, something I knew they abhorred. They said it was too wild and too nappy despite the tension headaches I would get from the tight buns and braids. I tossed the curly flames over my shoulder just to piss him off. His sneer making the entire thing worthwhile.

“I wish you would try it. The way you had your little body guards jump me that day you were out with Francesca. I told you she was a bad influence on you. Running around with a little bastard baby—” He pointed his finger at me and I knew I was going to lose it.

My eyes narrowed at the way he spoke about Skye and I needed to once again make it clear I wasn’t the same Vanya who would just meekly do what he said. I took a step forward and he looked surprised at my confidence.

“I will kill you in front of all these people and have my husband cut them a check to keep it quiet. Never insult my godchildren again in your life.”

“What happened to you?” His strange skin tone made him look weird. Like when Sammy Sosa popped out and he was all gray and pink. That’s how Johnathan looked now. He was dressed as he always was, like he was on his way to the golf course.

“What happened to me? Let’s see. I was adopted by a crazy white couple who were racists yet everyone around them praised them for adopting only minority children as though we were living badges of honor for them. And instead of actually treating us like human beings, we were sociology experiments for them to show that white people could make any race of a child the perfect child. Only that wasn’t true was it? Because look at you, just as sick and twisted as he is. You’ve probably got your eye on some barely legal girl that is running around the city trying to live her life and you’re going to ruin it. But trust me, I have my eye on each of you and if you step one foot wrong it’s all over.” I grinned because the idea of them no longer being around was sounding better and better. I turned back to the racks wishing he would go away.

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