“How could you understand?” she asked him.
Mohammed’s long brown finger touched her nipple and Katharine gasped.
“Your body does not know love, like, hate, lust. It wants to be sated. Your body needs what I can give you,” he continued. His hand moved lower and covered her small mound. It was warm and wet; when he moved his hand against her, she arched her back, not realizing it.
His cock bounced at the thought of her little pussy tight and surrounding him. He had to have her. Mohammed straddled her hips and looked down at her.
“A sheik in the next village came to see me today,” he said.
Katharine kept her face away from his. If he was going to rape her, he would get no response from her.
“He offered me a small fortune for the white-haired beauty in my harem.”
Katharine whipped her head to face him and her startled blue eyes met his brown ones.
“You’ve sold me!?” she asked. In one quick movement, she attacked him. She struck his face and tried to claw him before he grabbed both her hands and pulled them above her head.
“Little falcon, be still!” he told her harshly. “No woman has ever dared strike me.”
He was in awe and in anger. Their breathing was heavy as his body pushed into hers. His hard muscular one melted into her soft body. His cock ached to be inside her little cunt, and his anger made him want her all the more.
She arched into him and then tried to pull away. “Let me go,” she said.
“Hmm,” he murmured lowly. His one hand held her two hands prisoners as his other hand pressed into her soft curves, feeling over her breasts, hips, and thighs. His fingers moved into the loose garment and delved into the tight passage. She was very wet.
“Deny, deny, deny, but you want me too, princess,” he whispered into her ear, causing goose pimples to break out on her arms.
Katharine shook her head but said nothing.
“The penalty for striking a sheik is death, even for a woman. For that, you must pay,” he said. He pulled her pants off her in a quick movement so that she was naked from the waist down.
“You like being a bather? Bathing the women, readying them for me?” he murmured into her ear as his hips pressed her legs apart, spreading them.
She struggled in his arms but to no avail. It would be over soon. He would press, break and claim her virginity, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to lie still and she wanted to fight him. She wanted to cry and she wanted to give in.
“Lie still, little falcon. I do this for my favorites only,” he murmured against her temple. She shuddered as she felt his cheek against hers.
Katharine was confused. He had sex with everyone, so what was special about it? But instead, she said coldly told him, “I am not your favorite.”
He had settled between her thighs and told her, “No, princess. But you are mine.”
He moved between her legs and thrilled at seeing her alabaster long legs against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers touched into her pussy lips and spread them. Her little lips were so dainty and he knew she was a virgin. His fingers opened up the lips and his finger delved inside. One finger only, so as not to harm her. She would be very tight.
When Katharine felt him open her lips, she almost fainted. The sensations came crashing down upon her and she moved into him. She felt him insert one finger into her and she moaned, covering her mouth with one hand. She was embarrassed and flushed.
“Please, no,” Katharine gasped and thrashed her head from side to side. She clenched the bedcovers around them in her fists as he moved his mouth over her pussy and his tongue lapped into her like a cat with its cream.
“Oh God,” Katharine said, and she arched her back as he moved his tongue inside her wet pussy.
“Please, please,” she said. Whether she begged him to stop or continue, she didn’t know. She was past coherent thought.
Mohammed watched her as she arched her back and thrust her pussy into his mouth. Her skin was a dusky pink, and her cheeks were flushed.
His hands grasped her thighs and kept them apart as she moaned. His breath fanned the small curls around her pussy, and his finger was inserted inside her as his mouth continued.
“Let go, princess. Let yourself go,” he said. He continued the assault on her moist pussy until she gasped and cried out and climaxed loudly. Her cries filled the air and he spilled his cream for the second time.
He grinned and reeled in supreme male ego as she inched away from him, pulling on her loose pantaloons.