“Fuck me, my Sheik. Give me another baby,” I demand arching my back. I know that I can come just from getting spanked by him, but I want his cock. He moves closer behind me, his cock pushing at my pussy hole. He wraps my long hair around his fist, pulling my head back.
“You want to be bred tonight?” I try to nod, but he pulls my hair harder and I moan instead. “Answer me,” he demands.
“Yes. Breed me. Fill my pussy with your seed until you plant a baby in my belly,” I growl. His abs move over my now sensitive ass and I gasp. I am at his mercy until he finally reaches between us, grabs his cock, and slides into me slowly. He releases my hair and uses that hand to grip my hip.
So. Fucking. Slowly.
Too Fucking slowly. I push back on him, but that just earns me another smack on the ass.
“God, you are so fucking tight, wife. This pussy was meant for just my cock.”
“I know,” I whine, needing him to move. He knows what that whine means because he uses that opportunity to pull out and slam back in. Over and over he fucks into me. I am almost there. Ready to come for him when he reaches around the front of my body and pinches my clit. “Omar!” I scream letting my orgasm wash over me. He fucks into me a few more times before I feel him release deep inside of me.
“Good girl,” he says leaning down and kissing my shoulder. I turn my head so that he can take my lips, which he does.
This life he’s given me has been more than I ever thought possible. All because he saw me and wanted me. He made me love him in seconds and I thank God every day that he’s the man for me.
The only man for me.
My everything.
My husband.
My king.
My Sheik.