Page 49 of Her Desert King

It was rare for her to be indecisive, and it frustrated Harper so. Releasing a sigh of frustration, she turned away and was about to stand up when fingers suddenly locked around her wrist, hauling her back—-

Harper tumbled back into the bed, falling against the sheikh’s powerful chest with a gasp. “You’re awake!”

“You were staring at me too hard.”

Her face reddened. “I was not!”

But the sheikh only smiled, his gaze all-too-knowing making her squirm. She tried tugging her hand out of his hold, mumbling, “I should go.”

“At three in the morning?”

“I feel guilty enough that I went to bed when most of the staff insisted on working overnight.”

“Don’t be. We all have our own duties,qalifa.” He reached up suddenly, and she started in surprise when he ran his fingers slowly over her forehead. “This party appears to be stressing you unnecessarily.”

“It’s not—-”

The sheikh’s fingers trailed down her neck, reaching the neckline of her silk nightgown. “You should relax.”

“I don’t have the time—-” Her voice died as the sheikh pulled the fabric down until her breasts popped free.

He cupped one breast, and she automatically leaned closer, closer and closer until the pink, pouting tip brushed against his lips. His mouth opened, his tongue flicking against her nipple, and Harper whimpered, her toes curling hard at the throbbing sensation.

“Still no time to relax?” the sheikh purred.

“Actually,” she managed to say, “I think I have lots of time.”

The sheikh smirked. “I thought you’d say that.” And then he grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down, and his mouth covered hers. She moaned at his kiss, and when he flipped them around the next moment, she moaned again as his heavy weight pressed down on hers and his huge and already hard phallus pulsated powerfully against her folds.

Harper writhed restlessly as he squeezed her breasts, pinched and bit her nipples before moving down, sucking hard on her clit. Her legs went around his neck, her fingers driving through his dark hair, and just when she was about to come his mouth lifted—-

“Khalil!”

He laughed at her frustrated tone, but he still pulled away and started everything all over again as he rose on his knees, pulled her legs up to his waist, and impaled his wife with one stroke. Harper screamed, his penis reaching all the way deep inside of her, and then she was gasping and panting, his hips moving forcefully as he impaled her over and over, his balls slapping against her aching, swelling pussy.

“Oh God, oh God, please.”

“Do you want me to fuck you harder?” the sheikh gritted out.

Harper moaned.“Y-yes.”

“Then say it. Say you want me to fuck you hard.” His fingers dug deep into the plump cheeks of her ass.“Say it.”

A sob tore out of her throat, and she choked,“Please fuck me hard.”

And he did.

He fucked her hard, so damn hard she could have sworn the room had started to spin, so damn hard it was like his phallus was tearing her pussy apart, and oh God, she loved it. She loved, loved the way it hurt, and when he started to grind his penis harder into her, his hips alternatively circling to make his phallus bump against the walls of her pussy—-

Her eyes rolled back, her breath caught, and her body tensed.

“Khalil—-”

The sheikh responded by reaching between their bodies as he withdrew his phallus. When he thrust back into her, he also slipped one finger inside of her, ensuring that every inch of her was stuffed –

Her pussy stretched open, her pleasure rocketed out of control, and Harper came apart with a scream.

She sobbed as she came, the strength of her release making her body heavy and pliant as the sheikh plunged into her over and over, fucking her with both his penis and his finger, fast and hard, until after another moment he, too, reached his release, the sheikh letting out a harsh growl as he shot his cum into her.

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