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

“Oh I don’t know. Could be the fact I’m getting married to the greatest man ever!”

“Ahhh, is that so? Tell me more of this man you speak of.” Omar chided.

“Well, he is incredibly handsome. His skin shines as if he is an immortal being.”

Omar failed at hiding his grin, “Indeed, he sounds interesting. Tell me more.”

I batted my lashes and rested my chin on bent elbows against the table, “He is a prince, soon to be a King of an empire. He is brilliant too. The smartest man I’ve ever met. Did I mention, he is a god in the bedroom?”

“Ahhh, no you did not. Tell me how he pleases you.”

My cheeks burned as I pictured some of our joined exploits. “He um, he pleases me. He makes me feel more alive than I ever imagined possible.” Omar lifted his brows and made a motion with his hand that I continue. “He commands my body. He, gives me unimaginable pleasure.”

Omar leaned across the table in interest, “Tell me exactly what he does to you that you enjoy. Tell me tell me Anna what he does to you. I want to hear the words as they leave your lips.”

I blushed even deeper and readjusted my seat because of what my pussy was doing. “Um, he is dominant, and he takes what is his. I like that. When he makes a certain sound, my insides go totally haywire.”

He grinned and leaned back, looking pleased with himself. “I like it when you tell me all this, how you feel, how I affect your body. You are a good girl my sweet Anna.” I blinked at him and again moved my bottom in the chair. He noticed. “Are you ready for me?” He asked knowingly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” My tone was beyond breathy as I went to him and he pushed his chair back and away from the table. And released his already hard phallus from the captivity of his pants. I lost all thought and stared at him, at it—and within a second I was so ready I was worried I couldn’t remain standing. I pushed my knees to his and my legs trembled. He gripped my hips and pulled me up to straddle over his lap.

He held himself, as if presenting it, and with his other hand, he guided me over his lap. I pulled up my skirt and showed him my panty-less, bare sex. He made, that sound. My legs crumpled and I ended up sitting, straddling across his thighs.

He helped me and within the work of a moment I was hovering over his rigid arousal. Then he was in me as I sheathed all of him, sitting on him and settling myself against his lap. My head fell backwards as I moaned. His hand went to my hip and he held me fast. I rolled my hips just once and he bucked up and into me.

The air left my lungs in staccato rhythm as he began to buck up and into me.

I rolled my hips and undulated against him and over him. He was thickly inside me, owning my deepest recesses and I was already near climax. He startled me when he stood and held me to his groin, still deeply inside me, and he walked to the lounging area with the incredibly soft carpet. His hands dug into my flesh and as he walked, he slid in and out of me as I clung to him and squeezed my internal muscles as tightly around him as I could.

He kissed me and then startled me by pushing me up against one of the warm window panes.

“Hold onto me Goddess.”

I squealed, “Omar, my ass will leave prints on the window.”

He paused long enough to laugh at my little joke. “That’s why we have servants.”

“Just for the butt imprints from having sex against a window?” I asked sarcastically and he stole the rest of my words when he slammed himself into me a few times, making loud slapping sounds as our bodies collided.

I soon forgot all about the window and my bare body for any passing helicopter or plane to see. It wasn’t as if anyone else could see us, given how high up we were. He held me and showed off his incredible strength as he pumped me hard against a window in the tallest building in the world. I clung to him like a sloth on a branch and I took it all without a moment of fear. This was his way of taking me and being dominant without any of the inflictions he’d caused a month previous. This was him simply taking what was his, and I loved every second of it.

I screamed louder than I normally did. It must have been the position and his insistent, urgent need to be as deeply inside my body as possible. Or it was just that I wasn’t at all afraid and could finally fully let go again and take what he needed to dish out. Whatever it was, or maybe it was a combination of all those things, but I was now a total goner. I keened and struggled to keep my legs wrapped around his waist as a freight train of a climax shot up through my stomach and then straight out the top of my head.

He didn’t release when I did, but stayed hard inside me and then carried me to the lounge area and laid me back against that plushest of carpets. He looked down the line of my body and within a second he’d ripped open my tee shirt, freeing both my breasts that swayed from the motion of him ripping my tee shirt clean in half. My nipples puckered and lifted in response. He said in a guttural growl, “There, now you’re messed up properly.”

I did feel totally messed up too, “Properly satisfied?” I giggled.

“Ahhh, yes, properly so.” He narrowed his eyes and slid himself in out of my soaked sheath a few more times, reestablishing how hard he still was. “I’ve decided you may swear under these circumstances and only with me. Is that clear? I do like some of the words as they leave your sweet little mouth.”

I tried not to roll my eyes at his commanding attitude. “You like to defile me, don’t you?” I teased.

He guffawed then, and leaned back on his shins, dragging my body with his motion until I was awkwardly splayed down his thighs.

“Yes, I like that very much princess. I like to defile you, just for me though, just for me and never anyone else. You are mine, and never forget that.”

In the next instant, Omar picked me up, dragging my limp body up to his chest. He began thrusting his hips hard in this position, and I was already so close to more orgasms I didn’t fight it as one after another began to rattle up through me. He had one strong arm wrapped around my waist, stabilizing me and the other was digging into the soft skin of my bottom. He was owning me, taking what was his without apology. He was messing me up in the best of ways, and I enjoyed every second of it.

CHAPTER TEN