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)
So why now?
And why her?
Khalil was gazing at her contemplatively. “I suppose now is a good time as any.”
A good time for what, Harper wondered irritably.
“This would no doubt come as a surprise,” the sheikh murmured.
A surprise? What surprise? Her mind went overdrive, and then suddenly it came to her. “You’re seeing someone,” she said flatly.
Khalil blinked. “Eafi?” Excuse me?
“You’re seeing someone, aren’t you? Someone important, and you want me to keep my mouth shut about last night.”
Understanding came in a flash, and the sheikh said immediately, “No.” He shook his head, exasperated. “In the name of Allah, no.”
She could see that he meant it, and a tremor ran over her body. It was...relief, and the realization made Harper bite her lip hard. It wasn’t that she cared if he had a lover or not. Okay? She only cared because it meant she hadn’t hurt anyone. That was all.
“What kind of man you must think of me, qalifa.” His voice was softly chiding.
Harper felt defensive. “It’s the first thing that occurred to me, and it’s not like I really know you.”
“What you suggested was dishonorable.” The sheikh’s tone had become silky. “Do I seem like that kind of man to you?”
Oh. Shit. Right. She hated it when the sheikh won a point over her. “Fine,” she grouched. “Sorry.”
“Gracious as ever,” the sheikh murmured.
“I said I’m sorry,” she snarled. “What else do you want, for me to go down on my knees—-” She shut up, but it was too late, the words were already out, and she knew it had been the wrong thing to say. But when her gaze flew to his, and she saw the way his eyes were burning, his nostrils once again flaring – maybe, maybe it wasn’t that wrong a thing?
“A good suggestion,” Khalil said thickly.
It was.
And he reached for her –
And she let him.
This was crazy, Harper thought hysterically. Wasn’t this what she was running away from? Wasn’t this exactly what she did not want to happen?
And yet—-
“Kneel for me, Harper.”
And she did. Oh my God, she actually let him guide her as she half-crawled between his legs and when she fell on her knees, her heart raced, and oh God, oh God – was that moisture she was feeling between her own legs, drenching her panties?
Was she wet...at the thought of blowing him?
“Release me.” It was a command.
And she wanted to follow it.
Dear God, why did she love being commanded by this damn sheikh?
She watched her fingers reach for the hem of his robe, pushing it up to reveal the pair of cotton trousers underneath. She then untied the strings to loosen its band and as he lifted his hips, she pulled both his trousers and his briefs down. He kicked them away as soon as they reached his ankles, and when she moved back to kneel between his legs and looked at him—-
Oooooooh.
The sight of his phallus greeted her. Larger than she could ever imagine, and thicker, oh God, it was so thick, she could only gulp and think weakly that now, she finally understood why they called men’s penises meat.
She was sure it would fit her pussy. It had to. It was meant to. But would it fit her mouth? Maybe it would if she had a mouth like Angelina Jolie’s, but it wasn’t. She looked up at the sheikh, seriously worried. “I have a small mouth.”
The words were not what Khalil had expected, and he threw his head back in laughter. He could not remember ever laughing while sporting a raging hard-on, and it only seemed fitting that he would have this moment with Harper.
Leaning forward, he reached for her face and slowly traced her small Cupid’s bow lips. The feel of his touch on her lips made Harper tremble, and she trembled even harder when she heard him whisper huskily, “You have a lovely mouth, Harper.”
Oooooh.
“My penis will stuff it perfectly.”
Oh. My. God. Wetness gushed out of her, forcing Harper to press her legs together in an effort to control her shuddering reaction to his words. Who knew she’d be this weak to dirty talk?
She swallowed hard as he leaned back, and as her heart thundered against her chest, she finally mustered the courage to reach for him. She felt his body go taut at her first touch, more so when her fingers finally wrapped around him.
As she started to stroke the length of his phallus, he began to murmur instructions in a tight, hoarse tone, teaching her how to pleasure him, telling her to use her other hand to caress his balls. And she did it. Oh God, she loved doing it.
And when it was finally time to pleasure him with her mouth—-
He held her hair as she bent down, and she felt his grip tighten as her lips closed over the head of his phallus. He was right, she thought dizzily. He did stuff her mouth perfectly, leaving not an inch of extra space. His thickness almost, almost made her choke, but that in itself was a turn-on, too, because it was a constant reminder of how his phallus would feel the next time, when it was her pussy it tore into.