Page 83 of Tarek

“I am not afraid of you,” I shot back.

He grunts. “You should be.”

Slowly, I drop to my knees, his eyebrows lift in amusement. Oh, he thinks that I’m playing.

I smirk, holding his gaze I slowly unbuckle his belt.

Pressing my hands on either side of his thick thighs, I lean down to his erection, I find joy in watching it twitch under his zipper. My breath ghosted over his zipper, and I flick it with my tongue before catching it between my teeth, pulling it down inch by inch.

As his pants open, I take pleasure in watching his stomach, shiver.

I press my nose against his erection inhaling the clean scent of him.

“My dick is not a fucking rose Penny,” Tarek growls through his teeth.

I grinned up at him. “I am about to treat it like one,”

Sitting back on my calves, I press my hand unto Tarek’s abs, my other slips past the elastic of his boxer brief. My fingers wrap around him, heat pulsing against my palm.

His dick twitches in my grip, my eyes flick to his face. He looks so God damn stoic, like my touch didn’t affect him. I was about to change that.

My fingers encircle his dick and slowly bring it out into the light. I watch as his cock slaps against his stomach, just above his navel, thick, veined and hard.

I lick both my palms before wrapping them around him, twisting as I stroke, slow and purposeful, rotating as I come down.

“Tell me what you like, Daddy,” I murmured.

Tarek arches his eyebrow. “Daddy?”

“Well, if I get pregnant, that’s what you are about to be…well sort of,”

A deep chuckles rumbles in his chest.

“Show me how you like to be touched…daddy,”

Tarek takes his cock into hand and begins to stroke himself. The strokes are long and hard. I massage his thighs, digging my nails into his muscles. He watches me with hooded eyes as he curses under his breath.

“Shit,” he hisses.

My pussy clenches. Watching him touch himself, the way his abs tighten with every movement, makes my brain turn into fucking mush.

“Okay stop,” I command.

He immediately stops. Power rushes through me as I take him into my hand, and I begin to twist and rotate. I take delight in the subtle lift of his hips.

“You like how that feels?” I tease.

He nods.

“Look at this veiny pink cock getting harder from my touch,” I say, feeling both powerful and horny.

“Can I suck it Daddy?” I ask, my voice dripping with wicked intent.

His face remains blank, but he nods. I am going to wipe that stoic look right off his face.

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TAREK

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