Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
A moment later, he felt her arms go around him. “I’m glad.”
His entire body shuddered at her sweet words, and his hips moved involuntarily. She gasped, but this time the sound was entirely free of pain, and so the sheikh moved again, withdrawing and then burying his penis back into her. In and out his phallus went, his strokes steady and leisurely, and only when he felt her hips thrusting up to meet his strokes did he increase the pace gradually. Just a little faster, just a little deeper, and when she began to pant, he couldn’t stop himself, fucking her just a little harder—-
“Khalil.”
It was her first time to say his name, and a growl escaped him just as his hips took a life of its own. He rammed into her over and over, his only thought to make sure she was properly covered and properly fucked.
Harper began to sob. It was too, too good, and oh, the knowledge that people were watching them fuck – it was shameful, terrifying, but she couldn’t deny that it also sent a forbidding thrill of excitement down her spine. Even knowing that they could see her aroused face and the way her nails scraped demandingly against the sheikh’s naked back, she just couldn’t help it.
The sheikh’s phallus shoving in and out of her was just too, too good.
Pleasure started to tighten into a ball at the pit of the stomach, and Harper moaned, knowing that she was near to reaching an orgasm. “Khalil.” His name came out a soft, breathless plea, even as her panting became louder, quicker.
So, so near—-
The sheikh’s thrusts seemed to quicken as if he sensed her pleasure looming near, and her nails dug deeper into his back.
So, so near—-
She felt his fingers reach between their bodies, his fingers brushing against her clit, and Harper stiffened. A moment later, the sheikh pinched her clit as he thrust back into her, and that was it for her. A keening cry tore out of her throat as her orgasm swept over her trembling body, and as wave after wave of her release struck her aching pussy, she could only cling to the sheikh’s body, sobbing as his wonderfully hard thrusts continued, over and over until his own back arched, and then he was coming as well, filling her with his cum.
Chapter Eleven
“I thought we weren’t going to have a honeymoon,” Harper exclaimed the next day while rushing to keep up with the sheikh’s long-legged stride. “You said you had loads—-”
“Of cum to shoot into you?”
Harper gasped and tripped on her feet, and the sheikh laughed as he helped her up, with Harper still looking around them, a fearful expression on her face. There were guards all around them, but they were poker-faced, their expressions giving nothing away. Even so, it still left her mortified, and she turned to the sheikh, hissing, “I can’t believe you said that.”
“I normally don’t say such things,” the sheikh admitted musingly, “but there’s just something about you—-”
“That makes you want to be a bully?” Harper snarled sarcastically.
The sheikh blinked. “Why, yes. Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s exactly why I only like saying such things to you.” His tone was all innocent surprise, but she wasn’t fooled, not with the sly gleam in his dark eyes.
“You twisted—-” But they had made it to the tarmac by this time, and she snapped her mouth shut, not wanting the public’s first impression of her to be that of a nagging wife. The staff all bowed in the presence of the sheikh, and when their eyes met hers, they bowed as well, making Harper start.
The sheikh took her hand, his fingers giving hers a gentle squeeze. “In time,” he murmured under his breath, “you will get used to it.”
Harper didn’t think so, but she only nodded, not wanting to make a fuss about it.
As they neared the plane’s elevator, the sheikh surprised Harper when he suddenly bent to sweep her up in his arms.
“Sheikh!”
He smiled. “Just carrying my bride over the threshold.” He stepped inside the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, he looked at her, and she looked at him—-
By the time they made it to the third floor, Harper and the sheikh were caught up in a torrid kiss, and the guards hastily jumped out of their way as the sheikh strode purposefully towards his cabin. He kicked the door shut, and then he was throwing her on the bed, and Harper couldn’t help giggling as he dove right after, his weight landing on top of her body.
“I’ve been thinking of doing this the entire morning,” the sheikh confessed roughly.
“Y-you did?”
His eyes bored down at her. “Are you telling me you haven’t?”
She wanted to lie, but pride forbade her from doing so, and in the end Harper said grudgingly, “I did, too.”