My Insatiable Sheikh - Marian Tee Page 0,29

past my lips when he started stroking himself. Who knew, who the fuck knew watching a man stroking himself could be this hot?

Forget about being feverish, dammit.

I was practically delirious, and my quivering pussy so damn wet I could feel my panties getting soaked for the second time around.

"So you want this, habibti?" the sheikh purred.

All I could do was glare at him, both of us knowing that any denial would be a pathetic lie. I had two more days left with my reprieve, and instead I had asked him to fuck me in advance.

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to avoid hurting you," the sheikh murmured. "Then again..." His dark gaze glinted. "I can't say I don't look forward to seeing you bleed a little once I breach you."

"Asshole."

"It would be good if I could make you cry a little, too."

"ASSHOLE."

But of course, this only made the sheikh smile...until he started stroking himself faster, and I found myself staring in fascination at the way his jaw gradually clenched.

"Story."

The rough rasp of his voice startled me into looking up, and my breath caught at the taut look of raw, stark desire etched over his broodingly handsome face. "Strip."

The command in his voice was unmistakable, but something made me hesitate, and seeing this, his voice took on a sharp edge of warning.

"Now, habibti."

A silent threat underscored the words, but instead of feeling scared or angry, I was shocked to realize that it was nothing but excitement coursing through my veins and making my fingers shake as I reached for the hem of my shirt.

It seemed to take forever before I could get rid of my clothes.

Shirt.

Jeans.

Bra.

And finally, that scrap of cotton protecting my pussy.

"Stop covering yourself," the sheikh growled.

"Asshole." But even so, I couldn't help submitting to his command, and my arms slowly fell to my sides. I was completely naked now, every bare inch of my body exposed to his gaze.

The fingers around his cock stilled as he studied me, and I could feel myself turning red all over under the hungry intensity of his scrutiny.

"Cup your tits."

I started to protest, but when I saw the way his gaze narrowed in warning, I found myself swallowing the words back and doing as he said. I slowly reached up to cup my breasts. They felt heavier than usual, and they were aching pretty hard, too.

"Play with your nipples."

Another instinctive protest brimmed over the edge of my lips, but the sheikh seemed to sense this, and his lips tightened. "Don't make me fucking repeat myself."

Asshole. I could only curse him in silence as my fingers started shaking again. Oh God. My face felt ridiculously hot as my fingers finally found my nipples, and another delirious wave of awareness washed over me as I started playing with them.

I alternated between pinching and tweaking my nipples, and each time I did, a punishingly sweet jolt of pleasure would strike my body.

"Harder, habibti."

This time, I didn't even think of disobeying him. Pleasure had me completely enslaved, and it grew exponentially when I did as he ordered. Oh God. My eyes drifted shut, and I found myself fantasizing that it was the sheikh's fingers—-

No.

Wait.

Ah.

My hands were suddenly brushed aside, fantasy instantly turning into reality as the sheikh replaced my touch, and it was truly his fingers now that were playing with my nipples.

God. Oh God.

There was nothing gentle about his touch. He was kneading my breasts hard, pinching my nipples hard, and when his head bent close, I could only cry out when I felt him actually biting the swollen, pouting tips.

"Ah!"

My nipples stung, but the sensation was as painful as it was arousing, and I found myself blindly reaching up to grip his hair as he started sucking on my nipples. God, he was practically eating me now, his mouth devouring almost half of my breast, and it felt so, so unbelievably good.

I cried out in protest when he lifted his head, but thankfully it was only so he could do the same thing to my other breast, biting my nipple once more before soothing it with circular sweeps of his tongue.

Moisture started turning my already swollen folds creamy, and my legs started to shake. I didn't think I could take any more of this. He was making me feel so damn weak. But just as my legs threatened to give out, he suddenly pulled me close and twisted us around.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on his massive