Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) by Nadia Aidan Read Free Book Online

tears you cry, and I won’t be gentle.  Nor will I be satisfied with just this one time either.” His hand tightened around my wrists causing me to wince, but I bit my lip, refusing to protest or cry out.  “You only think you want it rough, but I will hurt you, Sabeen—”
    “Maybe.  But I think you’re more afraid that I will hurt you.  Isn’t that why you have me pinned here?  Why you won’t even let me move, or make love to you, why you have to control every single thing I do?  Cause you don’t want to admit it—that a virgin has the power to seduce you?  And that you’re really not in control at allllll—“
    I knew when I’d started speaking that he would eventually lose patience with me and just take me.  I just had no idea how painful it would be though. I felt as if I was being split apart as a battering ram pounded its way inside my body, roughly forcing me open.  The pain was so great that I couldn’t even scream as I shut my eyes against the brimming tears.
    “Is this what you wanted?” The deep baritone of Khalil’s uneven voice vibrated through me as he plunged inside my tender cunt.  “Is this what you imagined it would be like when you were spewing all of your taunts and lies?”
    Abruptly he hauled me up until I was on my hands and knees, but he still held my wrists in a vice grip as he clutched my waist with his other hand, roughly jerking me back onto his cock. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened across my skin, mingling with the sweat dripping from him, while the sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls.
    His hand left my hip to slide between my thighs, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he began to finger my pussy, paying special attention to my aching clit.  Despite the intense pain that still vibrated through my body every time he plowed his way back inside of me, that bundle of nerve endings at the center of my pussy would throb and pulse until my cunt gushed with the hot, wet juices of my arousal. Slick and wet, he slid inside more easily.  And even though I still hadn’t fully adjusted, he took that as a sign and began to drill into me in earnest, with hard, deep thrusts that shook the entire bed.
    My body must have instinctively fought against his brutal treatment because I didn’t realize I’d been unconsciously trying to scramble away from him, until he tightened his grasp on my wrists, using his hold on them to anchor me in place, but his grip was so tight that a tiny yelp escaped my lips.
    “This is what you wanted,” he whispered harshly against my ear.  “So you will take it until I’ve decided I’m done with you.”
    I had no intention of replying and with him still thrumming my clit, the mounting pleasure made forming coherent thought a challenge, let alone any words. I tried to stifle the moan that bubbled in my throat but when he rubbed my clit with hard, furious strokes it came tumbling out just seconds before my orgasm swept through me. 
    I drenched him in my juices, as my pussy clamped down around his cock which was still pistoning in and out of me.  He gasped then groaned, his thrusts now wild and erratic as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm.  I was just starting to float down from the euphoria of my climax when abruptly he pulled out of me just long enough to flip me onto my back, and sink his dick inside me once again.
    I sucked in a sharp breath at both the wildness in his eyes and how he now furiously pounded into my cunt.  Whatever control he still had left I could tell was threading thin as his pace quickened, the muscles in his torso straining from exertion. Now face to face, I stared deep into his eyes.  I knew I’d been right earlier, about what I’d said to him of being afraid to hold my gaze as he took me, and yet as I stared back at him, I realized then that I’d also missed something. Knowing darkened his eyes, but it wasn’t until he spoke that I was forced to admit, as much as I’d been right,