Page 109 of The Ruler
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he exclaimed and threw the bottle on the desk, returning his full attention on me. “No fucking way am I jeopardizing my sperm count by spraying anything on my cock. Did you ever consider that Momsiboys have used too much of that shit and that’s why they’re all sterile?”
I looked down at the bottle. “It’s not a permanent thing, it washes off.”
“Maybe, but we’ll never find out because I’m never using it,” he stated, loud and clear.
“But wouldn’t it be nice to get to know each other and have some time before we have children?”
“We’ll have at least nine months,” he pointed out, his eyes roaming up and down my body while his lips curled up in a lustful grin, “and that’s plenty.”
I opened my mouth to speak but Khan stopped me with another kiss, his hands grabbing onto my dress and pulling it up.
“You wanna do it here?” I asked in between his kisses.
“You have a problem with me fucking you in my office?” he asked in a low sultry voice.
My hands pulling at the hem of his shirt answered that question.
“I’m going to make you happy that you didn’t take my advice and run when I asked you to,” he muttered in between kisses.
“You’d better,” I teased playfully.
“Hang on.” He didn’t let go of me but moved us close enough to the door that he could lock it and then he backed me to his desk, getting me undressed in the process.
Our clothes were spread all over the floor, but all I could see was the large man pushing me down to sit on his desk and kneeling down in front of me, grasping my thighs and lifting me to the very edge of his table, telling me to place my legs over his shoulders.
Supporting myself on my elbows to see better, I had the thought that the butterflies caught in my belly would fill the whole room if they escaped somehow.
Khan had never gone down on me before. We had made love in different positions, but this was new and the way he held my gaze for a long second – shooting me one last hungry smile before he buried his head between my thighs – made me hold on to the desk as if the butterflies would lift me in the air if I didn’t anchor myself.
“Ahh!” I couldn’t hold back a moan when his warm tongue licked my folds and settled on the magical knob that made rational women do silly things.
“Oh, my…” I breathed and leaned my head back, spreading my legs further, completely surrendering to Khan’s talent.Yes, this man certainly has qualities.
“You like it?” he asked somewhere in the distance, and I answered with a strained “Uh-huh.”
This was exquisite, and without thinking my hands wove into his dark hair pulling his head closer, signaling to him that I wanted more.
My hips wouldn’t stay still, and his satisfied groan only aroused me further.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I said and opened my eyes to meet his hooded dark ones. Khan looked like a predator locked on its target, when he got up and pulled his pants down, letting his cock out to play, rock-hard and wet with pre-cum.
“Slow or fast?” he asked hoarsely but didn’t wait for my answer.
I arched up when he entered me.
“Christ, you’re wet,” he said and leaned down to suckle on my hard nipples.
It was like every nerve ending on my body was on fire, and I lost all inhibition in my desperation to make him move inside me. I needed him to create friction, not stall and play with my breasts.
“Khan,” I moaned and moved my hips. “I want to feel you move inside me.”
“Fast or slow?” he repeated.
“Fast.”
Khan complied and once again I grabbed a firm hold on the now rocking desk
I should have known his going fast meant a shorter time before he came. It was magical while it lasted but it ended way too soon.
