The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 3 (Jatar Sheikh 3)

I heard him unzip his pants and then he leaned over my back and he shook as he pressed his rock hard cock up against the hot, abused flesh of my ass. “I can take you from here.” He gutturally said. “Beg me. Tell me who owns you. Beg me Anna. Who am I?”

I craned my neck and I gazed at him through hooded lashes, and I said in practiced Arabic, “Please Omar, take me. Dominate me. I am yours Omar. You are my Master!”

His hand shook and he swallowed roughly. He held me at the swell of my hips and he pulled my body to him, with my knees right to the edge of the bed. He held his hardness and groaned as he used the engorged crown of his cock to spread around all my wetness. Then he painstakingly entered me, as if it were our first time. He slid in only an inch at a time, stalling to breathe and rumbled his pleasure. His hands on my hips shook and I felt his entire body as it shuddered.

I was no better off and my whines soon turned to pleas of desperation. I knew he liked me to beg him, and so, I did just that.

“Omar, I need you so badly. Inside me. Please take me, please!”

He did as I r

equested and when he finally slid all the way to his base, buried inside my tight sheath, I thought for a second he might fall down. I squatted deeper and pushed against him, seating him even deeper in my core. He held onto my hips, using my stabilized position on the bed as a sort of support, and then he took over.

He took long, languid strokes in and out of me and I knew he was watching what our joined bodies were doing as we collided in the most carnal of ways. I continued to soak him with my lubrication and he grew hotter and harder inside me. His heart was thudding thickly in my pussy and that mixed with my own accelerated pulse and I was certain I would fly apart into a million pieces when I climaxed.

He growled and grunted and continued to make the one sound I was useless against. I cried out when I felt my impending release, “Omar, oh god! Omar!” My breaths were now halted and sporadic, almost as if I had to remind my body to take in air.

“No, not yet Anna. Together.” He said through obviously gritted teeth.

I whimpered and tried to hold off the climax, I really did try. “Omar, I can’t!”

He abruptly stopped and left my body in a shattering moment that left me feeling as if I’d been dropped from a great height. “I must see your face Anna.” He said just before he spanked me hard just once and chuckled after I squealed from the abruptness of it.

I panted and fell to my side as he sat back in the chair. I watched him as he peeled off his slacks and then slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Within seconds he was naked and still obscenely hard and jutting. I became mesmerized with how beautiful his penis was and I licked my lips, mumbling, “Most beautiful man in the world.”

He looked down the line of his left leg and my eyes traveled the length of it, taking in all the new scars. The knee looked destroyed, and I suppose it had been. He’d said he had entirely new joints in the knee, the hip and the ankle. Some of the scars still looked new. I asked, “Where does it still hurt?”

“It all hurts all the time, but the worst is here,” He swept his hand towards his knee. “I had another surgery on it just a month past. They said I’d never have a normal gait again. The simple fact I can walk at all is being hailed as a miracle.”

I crawled around and laid on my stomach, facing him, and I reached across to delicately touch his leg just above the knee. “Will you let me heal you? Like you did for me? Let me love you and kiss away the pain?”

He gave me a weary nod, “Ahhh my Anna, I should have let you come to me sooner. If I’d not been so stubborn I might have recovered even quicker.”

I went to my knees again and then I slid off the bed and to his side. I began kissing his leg, trailing my tongue lightly over each and every scar or mark I could find. He stroked my head and trailed his fingers through my hair and when I leaned over and sucked in the head of his erection, his hips bucked and he jerked through his abdomen.

“No my love, I need to see your lovely face.” I looked up into his liquid amber eyes and he swallowed roughly, visibly shaken by my attention to his injuries and scars.

“I feared you would find me marred, imperfect. I feared you would reject me as less than I was before.”

I gave him an expression best described as, that would be inconceivable. “Omar, I love the inner you more than your exterior, and besides, now you have one of a kind marks. You are unique and different. I see these, and I see your courage and bravery and what you went through. I see what you are still suffering through, and it makes me love you even more.”

He swallowed again and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his neck, “You are truly a revelation Anna.”

He leaned down to my knelt position and pressed his forehead to mine, “You please me immensely Anna. You always have and I am so very proud to be your husband. Perhaps it is you that is the greater between us.”

I made a scoffing sound and pushed my lips to his, “I think when we are together, we are both more than we are alone. I like who I am when I’m with you. I like how you dominate me and I love how good it feels to surrender myself to you. I would do anything to please you, Omar, anything. I could endure any infliction if it meant pleasing you.”

He exhaled dramatically and then took my lips with his, passionately taking my mouth. It was as if he wished to enter my body through my mouth, and I replied with the same urgency. He drew me up into his lap and within the work of a moment, he was once again inside me. Deeply penetrating my body. His heartbeat thudded inside the very core of me, linking us as mine fluttered along against his much bigger, slower rhythm.

I rolled my hips and began slowly sliding him in and out of me so that the top of his erection skidded against the shelf of my center. His hands gripped my hips and then he held the top of my back and pulled my chest to his, smashing my breasts and taunt nipples up against the crisp hairs of his pectorals. He kissed my neck and held me as I continued to roll and undulate against him; roll, slide, moan, lift and sit, push and impale. Omar sat there and let me make love to him in a way that we’d never done, that he’d never allowed me to do, and it was good.

In a small way, it was his surrender to the situation and his unspoken confession that he needed this from me—that he was unable, but that in no way diminished our shared need for the other. I rubbed my tight nipples over his chest and I continued to service my king. His hands roamed my body and the sounds he made, mixed with my own sounds, were enough to bring me again to that precipice edge.

“Omar, command me. Please.” I said this in his language and the reaction it elicited from the man I was sitting upon was darn near orgasmic in itself.

His breaths stuttered from his chest as he stammered through trying to respond to my request, and also continue to breathe. He replied in Arabic, and I understood him. I obeyed my master’s command and I came in a liquid rush that soaked down around his hardness. He began to jerk inside me, and he gasped and shook and came. He stopped breathing entirely and his hips bucked violently as he continued to plunge deep inside my body.

When we were both finished, but still rattling with occasional aftershocks, he stroked my back and held me to his chest as if I were a small child. He stayed inside me, and I could feel everything as his penis slowly deflated. “I wish we could stay like this forever.” I muttered.