Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2)

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Book: Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) by Nadia Aidan Read Free Book Online
Authors: Nadia Aidan
entrance of my pussy. The swollen lips of my sex were now glistening with my arousal and when he kissed my clit, a bolt of heat arced up my spine.
    I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow, my eyes drifting closed.
    “No. Open your eyes and watch me eat your pussy. I want to see the moment you come right before your juices coat my face.”
    With Khalil’s hot, erotic words, I opened my eyes, training my gaze on him, although it was a struggle not to look away.  He feasted on my cunt, alternating between suckling my clit and fucking me with his tongue.  Already primed for release, I moaned, my hands gripping the back of his head as shocks of pleasure vibrated from my core, throughout my entire body.  It was all too much, the hungry noises he made, his groans every time he buried his face against my wet sex, and his dirty words whispered against my pussy lips of how good I tasted. 
    With a powerful orgasm already building inside me, I rocked my hips against his face, my hands desperately clutching his head, holding him to me so that I could grind my cunt against his mouth.
    “That’s it, Nala, fuck my mouth.  Show me how bad you wanna cum all over my face.”
    He didn’t even finish his statement before I was splintering apart. Unable to watch him any longer, my head fell back as my eyes slipped shut and I gasped, moaned and screamed, crying out his name when a powerful tremor overtook me. 
    “Mmmm,” he groaned, his lips working furiously to devour every single drop of my juices as I came over and over again, one tiny explosion after another, until I was spent and collapsed back against the bed, limp and weak, feeling as if I’d been wrung dry.   
    Khalil didn’t immediately stop though, he flicked my clit with his tongue, before kissing every inch of skin along my inner thighs.  It was as if I was his own personal, private toy to play with, and I guessed to some extent I was.  When he finally climbed the length of my body, he kissed me with a gentle exploration of lips and tongue, sharing with me my own unique taste.  And by the time he drew away from me, I was exhausted and my eyelids heavy. 
    “Sleep,” he murmured, before tenderly kissing my brow.  I let my eyes close then.  Minutes later I heard his muffled voice in the distance.  He was on the phone, and I soon realized it was his friend, the one he was staying with for the holiday.  Or maybe not.  I heard him tell his friend that he needed to take care of his god-sister— me .  He then apologized, saying he would not be able to make it to dinner tomorrow after all and that he would see him back on campus. 
    In the foggy recesses of my mind, somewhere between consciousness and sleep, I realized Khalil was staying with me for the next few days, that we would be here alone together, and then I realized what that meant.  I know I smiled, although I was half asleep, and just before I drifted off I felt Khalil join me in bed, pulling me deep within the circle of his arms.  As I snuggled into the warmth of his embrace, I knew three things—that I was in love with Khalil al-Aziz, that he probably felt the same way even if he had yet to realize it, and that for some reason I couldn’t explain I also knew he was going to break my heart. 
    *****
    Khalil closed his eyes as he buried himself inside Sabeen’s sweet body. The sigh that escaped him was almost reverent, as it trembled through his entire being.
    Heaven.
    He was certain if making love to her wasn’t what it was like to die and go to heaven, it was the closest thing.  He wanted to remain inside her for as long as he could, but she was wild and impatient as she began to rock her hips against him, urging him to finish what they’d started when he’d joined her in the shower that morning.
    Water rained down upon them, his fingers slipping when he tried to pin her hips against the tiled shower to still her wanton movements.
    He growled out her name when she began to rock harder

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