My Insatiable Sheikh - Marian Tee Page 0,32

he ordered but actually enjoying it, too, with the way his long, hard fingers so wonderfully resembled the steely length of his cock.

A part of me wondered why I wasn't fighting him off and was instead letting him do as he willed, pushing me to bend from the waist over the balustrade while his cock reamed my pussy and his hand started slapping the cheeks of my ass.

Why couldn't I make myself care that someone might hear us? See us even?

I might've chosen this place because students and faculty only came this way when they needed to visit the school's on-site mail office (in other words: almost never), but there was still a fucking chance, dammit, and especially when the asshole wasn't even making any attempt to tone things down.

With every forceful shove of his dick inside of me, he'd create this lewd, slapping noise that I knew no one would ever mistake for anything else but sex.

I should care more about getting caught, dammit, but instead I was just fucking lost, just mindless with how good it felt, that when I heard him whisper in my ear—-

"You asked me why I'm here earlier. I'll tell you why. It's because I miss my baby mama. I thought of her the whole fucking time, with images of her sweet, dirty body dancing in my mind over and over that I could no longer concentrate at work. I knew I had to fill her up again, shoot my load into her until it goes all the way to her womb so she can start getting round with my kid."

Shiiiiit.

Smarter Side of My Brain told me the guy was just messing with me, but my body didn't care. It just shuddered anew at the words, and my vaginal muscles clenched so tightly around the sheikh that it had him swearing out loud.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

The desire-roughened tone of his growl had me clenching my inner muscles again, and I felt his big, hard body shudder against me.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. FUCK."

Oh God, I think I'm just as bad as him. I had to be, with the way the mere sound of his F-bombs turning me on so hard that I actually felt sex juices trickle out of me pre-orgasm. And when I heard him start talking dirty?

Your ass is shaking so fucking hard against me, little one.

Do you want my cock that much?

Do you like how my cock destroys your pussy over and over?

I'm about to fill you up with my cum.

Loading my favorite fucking cum tank.

It...was...just...too...much, pleasure turning me maudlin as it burst out of nowhere, and even though both of us heard footsteps coming towards us, I just couldn't help it. My head fell back, his fingers slipping out, and I started to moan.

"Shit."

The sheikh swiftly lifted me off the balustrade, and a hand slammed over my mouth just as I saw a couple of students pass the hallway below us in the corner of my eye.

Almost got caught, I thought dazedly.

But I couldn't make myself care.

Just couldn't.

Because at that moment my orgasm was still raging through my body while the sheikh leaned back against the wall just before he started bouncing me up and down his fully embedded dick.

Oh God, God, oh God.

I could only moan against the hand still cupped over my mouth as I felt the sheikh start cumming as well, his dick jerking and twitching inside of me as it unloaded so much cum that it almost felt my belly was about to burst full of it.

Our bodies began to shudder in strange harmony, our pleasure becoming one, and my eyes drifted shut as I felt myself slowly losing my grip on consciousness.

Not once, not fucking once, not even in my wildest dreams, had I ever imagined that I would one day find myself in this position, letting a man have unprotected sex with me in public, much less be willing to bear the consequences (literally) and give birth to his kid.

I guess...

That only meant one thing, and unlike before, I was no longer willing to fool myself into thinking I was a gold-digger at heart.

Oh, I fucking wished it was just that.

But it wasn't, and the truth was much, much worse.

Where are you?

I'm in your apartment. Emergency.

Message received at 0937h from Cum Tank.

Chapter Fourteen

I can do this, I told myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

More to the point, I have to do this.

Because if I didn't, then it meant I was