Slave to the Sheikh: Read Online Free PDF

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                  My words must have pacified him, because a predatory smile spread across his face moments before he stole my breath as he crushed his lips against mine. Nothing about him was gentle, and yet every inch of my body felt as if it had been scorched by a raging wildfire.  Against the adamant protests of my mind, my arms found their way around his neck locking him to me as his tongue stroked mine, forging deep inside the cavern of my mouth until all I could taste was him. His hands touched me everywhere, as if greedy for the feel and texture of my skin against his roughened palms.  He devoured my mouth, his tongue probing deep, at the same time his palm cupped the weight of my breast, twisting and plucking my nipple until it hardened. I gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain when he pinched my sensitive flesh.
                  He released my mouth, his chest heaving against mine.  He stared down at me, and I could only imagine how I must have looked to him.  Dazed, yet openly wanton and needy, begging for the pleasure he’d promised.  His lips quirked into an arrogant grin, igniting my anger.  He was so conceited, so full of himself.  I was nothing but a toy to him, we both knew it, and it obviously pleased him to see that I enjoyed being used by him.
                  I looked away, a knot of shame sticking in my throat, as I willed myself not to cry.  How could I have ever wanted a man who could be so cruel, so callous—
                  He chuckled softly as he bent to kiss my neck.  “The sooner you accept that you now exist only to satisfy me, the sooner you will cease to feel shame, and only then will you be able to fully savor the pleasure that we will share.”
                  “Fuck you.”  I couldn’t believe him, but I knew full well he believed himself and was serious—I was indeed his sex slave.
                  He laughed harder, that’s when I noticed he’d begun to kiss a pathway down the length of my body.  “That will come soon enough, am mummu n t iṭ iw .”
                  He’d murmured something in Berber, the language of his grandmother.  I knew Arabic, but my Berber was rusty.  I tried to translate his last words but, with him kneeling before me, with one of my legs draped over his shoulder, and his mouth mere inches from my pussy, I could barely breathe, so thinking was out of the question. My only thoughts were of pleasure when he finally brought his lips to the wet, swollen lips of my cunt.
                  “Oh God,” I cried out, as I braced my back against the door, and fought to steady myself by clutching the back of his head.  Closing my eyes, I lost myself to the pleasure of his warm tongue stroking in and out of my hole, only to retreat every few seconds to close his lips around my clit and suck it deep into his mouth.
                  I called his name, desperate and panting when his mouth grew more demanding, greedily lapping at my hot juices pouring from my cunt.
                  “That’s it baby, come for me.  Come all over my face.”
                  His sensual words, whispered against my most intimate flesh, sent an erotic thrill shooting up my spine.  I was on the verge of doing just that, coming all over his face and he’d barely touched me.  His mouth now worked furiously against my sex, his tongue stabbing at my hole, hard and insistent, much like I knew his cock would be when he finally entered my pussy.
                  That image alone would have sent me soaring, but when he wrapped his lips around my clit again and stabbed a single finger inside of me, I exploded.  My orgasm hit me so hard I opened my mouth to scream but for several seconds nothing came out.
                  My entire being was consumed as my pussy throbbed and pulsed, and I gushed with pleasure, my juices