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The moment he entered her the Sheikh felt every memory of the women in his past evaporate like mist in the bright morning sun. She felt warm inside, and he groaned when he realized how well he filled her, how his hardness pressed against every inch of her inner walls, touched the farthest reaches of her secret cave.
“Ya Allah,” he groaned as he pushed inside all the way and held still for a moment, looking down into her pretty brown eyes, taking in her soft beauty while allowing the ecstasy to roll through him like the tide slowly coming in. “Ya Allah, this feels right.”
She nodded, her mouth half open, tongue darting out as he began to drive into her, slowly at first but picking up steam as the fever of his need rose. Soon he was grunting as he moved on her, and he grinned wide when he felt her hands slide beneath his shirt from behind, her nails dig into his smooth back.
Amir drew back for a moment to pull off his shirt, and he stayed suspended above her and smiled, reveling in the way she gasped at the sight of his rock-hard abdomen and broad, muscled chest. He watched as her eyes took in every inch of his nakedness, stopping at his throbbing cock, its red tip oozing in readiness, its shaft glistening with her own wetness.
“Touch me,” he said to her, propping himself up with his hands, smiling as she obeyed him. “Every part of me.”
He watched as Lora ran her hands along his chest, his stomach, those ridges of brown muscle. He smiled as she circled her hands around him and touched his hard, taut buttocks. And he groaned and arched his powerful back when she brought those soft white hands around and grasped his cock firmly, cupped his balls, and massaged him up to a hardness that almost made him choke.
“I want to come inside you,” he said, not sure why he was saying it. He knew he would come soon, the way her fingers were moving along his shaft while her warm palms enveloped his heavy balls from below. Already his pre-cum was oozing onto her smooth round stomach, rolling down towards her brown patch of pubic curls. The sight of her naked breasts beneath him was beyond insane, creamy white globes hanging off to either side, big red nipples pert and erect, still wet from when he’d sucked them so hard he’d made her scream. “I want to come inside you, Lora.”
Her expression changed for a moment when he said the words, but she nodded and released him, spreading almost involuntarily as he lined his cockhead up with her red, glistening slit and pushed back into her. He pushed in hard this time, without hesitation, knowing that she could take all of him at once. She winced for a moment, but then came that soft feminine gasp and he felt her walls squeeze against his girth and hold him there as he began to pump.
She came again as he fucked her, and he kept going through her orgasm, bringing her to a head once again as he looked into her eyes and rammed in so deep he was afraid he’d hurt her. But she smiled through trembling lips, her brown eyes rolling up in her head as she came, her tongue darting out once again, its red tip seeming to say this was just the beginning, that there was much more to this soft, sexy librarian that met the eye.
There is so much more, is there not, the Sheikh thought as he felt his balls begin to tighten. She had the courage to travel all the way back here. There was only one reason to come back here, was there not? Only one reason, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not. And this is the reason. This is the reason.
His orgasm came roaring in like a desert storm out of the East, its force almost ripping him away from any semblance of reality. But Amir stayed focused on her face, her eyes, her scent, and he groaned like a beast as he felt himself pump his load deep into her, all the way deep, his balls serving up as much of his seed as his cock could deliver, it seemed.
“Oh, God!” she screamed as he unloaded into her. “What are we doing?! We can’t!”
But the Sheikh just smiled and finished inside her, feeling her legs tighten around him as if her body was desperately trying to fight her mind. Clearly her modesty and common sense was still fighting this, still whispering in her ear that she was a wanton woman for sleeping with a man so soon, that she was being reckless by allowing him to pour his seed into her, that she was being a fool for getting herself into this situation.
Who got whom into this situation, I wonder, the Sheikh thought as he kissed her warm, wet lips and collapsed on top of her, smiling as she sighed against him. Yes, who started this? You or I? Or was this thing set in motion before we ever laid eyes on one another?