The Sheikh's Surprise Mistress 2 (Jatar Sheikh 6)
His eyes sparkled, and he increased his thrusts. My belly boiled, and I whined, “Please, Amir—oh God…”
Harder and with ferocity, he pumped his hips. “Yes—you are mine!”
“Please let me cum,” I pleaded with him.
He gritted his teeth and locked his eyes on mine as he took a final bruising stroke. I screamed as his entire body clenched. His hardness throbbed and pulsed inside me, and he released in perfect rhythm with me. We both gasped and choked, and I writhed as the pressure cooker exploded in my belly. His release was hot and scorched its way up inside me, and my entire body seized in pleasure. The sounds I made sound like agony, but it’s more the opposite.
Amir laid on top of me in complete ecstasy, gasping through strangled breaths and intense emotions. It’s like this every time we make love—or fuck—whatever it is—what we both feel is beyond comprehension.
When we are both spent and still twitching, he releases my wrists and gently pets me and kisses me until he deflates enough to slide free of my body. When this happens, I moan and whine at his departure.
“I wish you could always be inside me,” I whispered. “You are magnificent, Amir. A god among mortals.”
His lazy grin slayed me, “Ahhh, yes my Julie—you’ve awakened me.”
Chapter One
It was early Saturday morning, and Amir woke me up with a poke. I am not much of a morning person, and I groaned at him.
“Are you always hard?”
“For you, my beautiful, I am. I went too long without, and now I need you like water. You are my oasis. My existence was parched before you hydrated me.”
I rolled my eyes and sucked in my lip, “Well if you’re gonna go all poetic on me, I have no defense against you.”
I pushed the covers off my naked body and spread my legs, affecting a sleepy tone, “Go ahead—do as you please. I’
m going to sleep in. Please don’t wake me.”
He laughed and cupped my plump tit, “I love your breasts. You are so luscious.”
He leaned over and suckled it into his mouth, making sounds as if it were the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten. Then he slid his hardness against my thigh, skidding along my skin.
“I need you again,” he uttered through a mouthful of boob.
I remained unaffected—on the outside—but my insides were already softening. “I said have your way—just don’t wake me up.”
I closed my eyes and yawned.
He continued on, also appearing as if it doesn’t bother him in the slightest if I sleep through love making. Of course, his hand migrated to my thin swath of curls between my legs.
“Perhaps we shall go shopping today. Would my princess perchance wish to purchase new shoes? New outfits? Will you need new clothes for your maternal body?”
“Oh God, Amir—don’t call it that!”
I rolled away from him, and he took that as an invite to grab me and pull me against him.
“I don’t want to think about swelling up and getting fat.”
“Ahhh, I see. I find a woman with a child—especially my child—to be the most beautiful specimen on the planet.”
“Not me. I still wish I wasn’t pregnant.”
I say it with a bit too much bite in my tone, and he retreated to lay on his back. “Sorry.”
He was silent so long, I rolled over to look.
“Amir, sorry. It’s too early for me.”