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This was crazy, Harper thought hysterically. Wasn’tthiswhat she was running away from? Wasn’t this exactly what she didnotwant 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 shewet...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 hermouth? 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 werenotwhat 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.

The pressure of the sheikh’s hands on her head dictated the rhythm of her movements, and she followed him like an eager pupil would its master. The soft grunts and the hoarse growls that the sheikh emitted were her praise, and she found herself working harder to pleasure him, wanting, needing him to lose control the way he madeherlose control.

Soon, he was clutching her head tightly, his hips moving wildly, and his phallus was shoving in and out of her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.

“Will you want to swallow my cum,qalifa?” she heard him grate out.

She answered this by sucking hard on his penis, and his entire body stiffened.

“Aira.” Fuck!

And then he was holding her hair even harder as his phallus shot out its sweet, salty load into her mouth, one powerful jerk after another, and she strove to drink it all, swallow it all, but there was so damn much that when she finally released his phallus, a few drops of cum still managed to trickle down the corner of her mouth.

It was the most beautifully erotic sight, seeing his semen on his woman’s lips, and when her pink tongue darted out to lick the drops, the sheikh groaned, his semi-erect penis once again shooting up in throbbing arousal.

Harper, still on her knees, was wide-eyed in disbelief. “You’re hard again.”

“All because of you,saghira.” And as his need for her burned, Khalil reached for her, dragging Harper to his lap, and just before conquering her mouth, he muttered against her lips, “You turn me on like no other ever has.”