The Sheikh's Surprise Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh 6)

Preface

After his arrival in the US, Amir had been unable to keep his hands off of me. Don’t get me wrong, I was not complaining. This god of a man is the best lover I’ve ever had. He should be given awards—at the very least, he should be knighted as such.

For the past month or so, it had been nothing but passionate love making between him and I. I do believe I was in a permanent state of love drunk from the overflow of attention my golden-skinned sheikh was showering upon me.

Mine? My sheikh? Was this really happening?

“Oh God, Amir—no—no—oh shit!” I shrieked as his long middle finger pressed on my G-spot.

“You will climax for me now, princess.”

Um, okay—not like I had a choice. Another shriek pierced the air, and he seemed delighted. The deep appreciative sounds he made, melted me further.

He continued to enforce his dominance over my body. He was lapping at what he loving refers to as my nectar. And wow, there was his masterful tongue!

He was insisting with his teeth, tongue, and lips, and the way he gripped my bottom just added another layer to this constant orgasmic state he persisted on keeping me in. He continued to growl and said, “You are mine, Julie.”

He said that last one a lot, and even though it does something to my insides when he says it, it also sends off a red flag in my mind. I couldn’t take the time to notice the warnings, though. At least not yet. I must wallow in what he is eliciting from my insides.

His shaft was also incredible, and he knew how to use it. There was something to be said for a man who is older and experienced. He confessed to me that love making was something he considers an art, and he an aficionado. I can’t say anything to the contrary. He is magnificent, and for a guy almost ten years my senior, I find him the sexiest, most commanding professional of all things erotic. I’ve only read about men like him, and honestly, I never thought they existed in real life.

“I will take you now. Spread for me my Valkyrie.”

He calls me that a lot—Valkyrie—upon asking for clarification, he explained the Valkyrie were daughters of the gods, lovers of heroes and royalty. They decide who shall live and who shall die in battle and they safeguard those chosen to die. He said he’d felt like a corpse for years after the death of his wife and son, but the second he saw me, his heart had begun to beat anew. He said I resurrected him.

It’s all pretty heady stuff for a girl like me, and as much as I’ve fought this attraction, I hadn’t done a very good job of fending him off.

“Now, female…”

He likes it when I surrender to him. He likes to pin me and dominate my body. He does a good job, and I find myself succumbing and helpless against his advances more than I succeed at turning him away. Like right now. He’d stalked up my body, and the thick, incredibly heavy weight of his erection was pulsing against my belly. He captured both my wrists in his massive hand, and was about to kiss me with a very shiny face.

It was me that’s all over his lips, and when we kiss, I taste the combination of us. It’s incredibly arousing and does something to me when he wallows fully in what he’s produced from my body.

He rubbed himself against my center and dragged his hot length against and over my uber-sensitive clit. “Oh Amir, oh God—inside me—please—please.”

“Tell me who I am, Julie.” He, of course, had the sexiest accent.

I curled a lip and teased him.

He chuckled and teased my entrance with the broad, swollen crown of his huge shaft.

“Tell me what you know I must hear.”

I rolled my hips and managed to seat him partially into my sheath. We both shuddered, and I felt a tremble run through his entire body. I leaned up to take his mouth with mine, and I pushed more of him into me. I whispered, teasing him, “I don’t know…”

“Female!” he gasped and slammed his granite hardness all the way into me.

This time, it was me that more than shuddered as I writhed under his power. “Oh my God, Amir!”

“Tell me!” he ordered and then took three hard thrusts in and out of my soaked core. His hand around my wrists tightened, and his other hand gripped my body, and he laid fully on me, in me, pinning me solidly under his weight. His voice became gentler, and he began to grab me harder as he slid in and out of my slick center.

My entire body tingled with shivers, and then a rush of heat boiled up from my belly.

“You are my sheikh, Amir.”