by Lora Leigh
Her tongue was lightning and rapture, her fingers silken heat as she began stroking the heavy shaft, her moans vibrating along the nerve-laden crest as he began thrusting slow and easy, fucking those sweet, pretty lips as he’d only fantasized about for many years.
And he wasn’t going to survive this much longer. The tight suction of her mouth, her tongue lashing at it.
His hands tightened.
He could feel the perspiration easing down his temple as his control began to fray to the point that he could feel his balls tightening violently.
He was going to come.
Control be damned. He couldn’t keep it together here. He wasn’t going to last and he wanted to be buried inside her first. He had to be buried inside her before he lost his mind as he had the first time he had her naked body beneath him.
“Enough,” he growled.
She didn’t stop.
Her lashes lifted. Her eyes watered from taking him deep and she moaned again.
“I’m going to come in that sweet mouth of yours.” He breathed out roughly, his voice ragged. “Is that what you want, precious? My come filing your hot little mouth?” She flushed deeper. She sucked his dick tighter and left him strung out on a rack of impending bliss.
“So pretty, precious,” he crooned, watching her swollen lips draw on the heavy width of his dick.
Her mouth capped the swollen crest, worked around it and rubbed the overly sensitive underside with her hot little tongue.
She was destroying him.
He couldn’t hold on.
He didn’t want to let her go.
He wanted inside her. The full length of his cock sheltered in the sweet heat of her pussy.
His hips shifted, thrust, and moved against the swollen beauty of her lips.
His hands clasped her head and he forced himself to draw back. To drag the painfully swollen length of his cock away from the pleasure of her mouth.
Glistening, moist from her mouth and so damned hard he was dying. Then he lifted her from her knees and laid her back easily on the bed.
Then she shocked him. She had him stilling, his mouth watering, every nerve ending in his body heating in fiery response.
She laid back against the pillows, slender legs parted as her fingers slid into the moist heat of her saturated pussy.
Slender fingertips moved through the wet folds as she stroked and circled the swollen bud of her clit.
Dazed, mesmerized, she stared back at him, stroked her pussy, and whispered a broken moan.
He moved. Quickly, firmly, he gripped her wrist and pulled her fingers from the flesh he was going to own. Every kiss, every touch, every sweet erotic moan.
“It was feeling good,” she whispered hoarsely, her fingers curling against his hand. “Aren’t you curious how I please myself? How I fantasize and whisper your name when I come?” Seeing it would have him coming to the air alone, and that he wasn’t doing.
Taking her other wrist he placed both on the pillow above her head with a determined look.
“Leave them there,” he warned her. “Don’t move them.”
Her hot little tongue flicked over her lips as he shoved his knee between her thighs as he moved over her.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her lips, he’d intended to go straight to her pussy to lick at the sweet, heated warmth spilling from it.
But those sweet lips beckoned, they drew him.
His tongue pumped into her mouth, stroked and devoured her as he came over her, spreading her thighs to create the sweetest embrace he’d ever known.
Her legs lifted, knees bending as her feet pressed into the mattress, her knees gripping his thighs.
Thick and heavy, his cock slid against the slick wet folds of her pussy. Engorged, aching with a hunger tearing him apart.
His lips slid from hers, ran down the silk of her neck to the rise of firm, sweet breasts and tight hard nipples.
He had to taste her nipples. Candy pink and hard and sweet as hell. He curled his tongue around one and let his hunger have its way.
Paige was drowning. She could feel herself drowning in pleasure so incredible she couldn’t find the strength to even attempt to resist even a second of it.
He’d warned her to keep her hands at the pillow, but she had to touch him, she had to hold onto him.
Her head was spinning like a top, pleasure whipping through her system like a fire burning out of control.
Her fingers dug into his hair as his lips drew the sensitized flesh into his mouth.
Sucking, drawing on it, his tongue licking, his teeth scraping. Flares of sensation whipped and raced through her entire body. Arching into it she was desperate to get closer.
She wanted to hold onto him forever. She just wanted to stay here in his arms.
“I waited,” she whispered, dazed, so much pleasure. “I waited so long, Abram.” So many years and so many dreams of his touch.
“God, Paige, sweetheart.” Lifting his head he stared down at her, his legs pressing hers farther apart as he lifted, his knees digging into the bed, the head of his cock nestling into the satiny soft folds of her pussy.
The clenched entrance flared around the tip of his cock as he pressed forward, his eyes locked with the drowsy heat of hers and he began to work the stiff flesh into the heated grip of her pussy.
Paige was caught by the midnight of his eyes. She was caught by the pleasure-pain piercing and stretching her sex.
Her thighs trembled, her back arching, neck stretched back as her nails dug into his shoulders, her knees lifting, gripping his hips and opening herself to him.
“There, baby,” he groaned, his fingers gripping her hips, his gaze still locked with hers.
“Hold onto me, baby,” he groaned as she watched his expression tighten, watched his eyes flare.
That heat was burning through her. Like flames licking over her flesh, ripping through her senses. The thick width of his cock pressed in, stretched her and sent desperate aching need shattering through her as she arched, bucking against him, fighting to drive him deeper.
His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips keeping a steady, heated rhythm. He didn’t speed up, he didn’t go any slower. Keeping his gaze on her, he continued to work deeper into flesh rarely used.
Her head twisted on the pillows, dug into them, and with desperate whimpers she begged for more. She wanted to cry out, she wanted to scream for more, but oh God, she couldn’t breathe.
“Please,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, gripping as the muscles of her cunt rippled and sucked in tight hard spasms as the head of his cock lodged inside her. Working against the resistant muscles, the heavy flesh throbbing, burning inside her.
She needed more.
“Abram, please,” she moaned. “Oh God! Fuck me. Please, Abram.” His hips jerked, burying him deeper.
Paige lifted her knees, her legs wrapping around his hips as she ground her pussy upward, gasping with pleasure.
“There you go, precious,” he groaned. “Fuck that sweet pussy up to me. Give it to me, baby.
Work on my cock.”
His lips moved to her neck, biting kisses, strokes of his tongue licking over her as he began to move deeper inside her.
Finally.
“Yes,” she whispered, her pleasure echoing in the low cry that left her lips. “Deeper, Abram.” She lifted closer, her legs tightening around his hips. “Fuck me deeper.” His hips jerked against her, driving his cock deeper, harder inside her.
She was shaking, shuddering in his grip, but he was shuddering too. She could feel him. His face buried in her neck, his lips moving against the sensitive flesh, his hips moving harder now, pushing his cock deeper inside her.
The pleasure began to whip through her. Sensation upon sensation as she writhed beneath him, her legs tightening around his hips, her arms clasping his neck.
“Take me, Paige.” He nipped at her shoulders. “Take all
of me, precious.” She didn’t have so much as a second’s warning. She’d barely drawn in a tremulous breath when his hips bunched, gathering strength, then in one stroke he buried the full length inside her.
The heavy breadth of his cock forced its way inside her. Every hard inch stroking to her furthest depth and deeper. Pleasure and pain became rocketing fire as he began to move. He didn’t pause, he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or to prepare for the sensations tearing across her body, throwing her into a maelstrom of pure bliss. She wanted to scream it was so good, but she couldn’t scream. Instinct kept the desperation bottled inside, silent, or nearly silent.
She had to bite her lip. She bit his shoulder.
“Ah fuck!” Her teeth at his shoulder did something. It triggered a reaction. It set loose a primal, sensual creature she could have never expected. A wild, primitive, erotic lover that hijacked her senses.
His hips twisted and surged, shafted inside her and fucked her with driving, forceful strokes.
Each rasp of his cock thrusting through her pussy, pushing her to a limit she hadn’t known existed.
Pushing her toward an ecstasy so fiery she was lost in it, begging for more, dying with each stroke.
Each heavy thrust parting and delving, stretching and burning. She bit into his shoulder harder, fighting the cries welling inside her, fighting to hold back.
“No,” she moaned. “No. Please, Abram. Don’t…” She shook her head. “I want to scream,” she whimpered. He growled. His lips covered hers, his tongue delved inside. He trapped the sound. He thrust harder, his cock stroking deeper, fucking her, possessing her, owning her as he never had before.
In that second she felt the sensations rushing, surging. Silent screams were ricocheting through her head and through her soul.
She was coming with a force. She didn’t know if she could survive. Exploding around the thick wedge of his cock as it began to throb violently. He groaned into the kiss and began coming inside her.
Heated, deep spurts of his semen pulsing, surging inside the spasming flesh of her pussy.
Groaning into the kiss that held back her screams, his arms holding her to him, possessively, desperately.
And for the first time in her life she swore she belonged.
For the first time in his life, he knew what belonging meant.
And it terrified them both.
Chapter 11
“Move! It’s time to go!” Abram hissed at her ear, a sense of danger filling his voice and awakening her with a surge of fear-laced adrenaline.
Paige’s eyes came open, staring up in confusion at him, his hand capped over her lips to cover any sound she may have made, born of fear or surprise.
Staring up at him she saw the icy features of his face, the cold, murderous rage glittering in his black eyes and she knew something, somehow, had just gone to hell.
“Clothes.” He lifted his hand and with the other pressed clothing into her hands. “Shoes.” They felt like hiking boots and they were shoved into her other hand. “Hurry.” Gripping her wrist as he jerked the blankets back, exposing the warmth of her naked flesh to the chill air outside the covering, he pulled her from the bed.
Coming to her feet she was surprised to find soft, wool trousers, a heavy, short tunic, socks, and definitely hiking boots. She dressed quickly, her gaze trying to pierce the darkness as she caught Abram’s shadow moving close to her as he dressed as well.
“Extraction will be in place,” Tariq hissed through the darkness. “There are horses waiting in the caverns, but we’re going to be cutting it close. Azir is with the Matawa now, and they’re itching to get in here.”
The Matawa, the feared religious police who enforced the strict Islamic law on all matters from courtship to dress and marital intercourse.
“Why are they here?” Jerking her socks on she tried to keep the fear from her voice as she hurriedly finished dressing.
“For us,” Tariq snarled in a sibilant whisper. “Azir called them in. They’ll hold you, me, and Abram until he makes the vow to the emissary, and once the emissary is finished they’ll secure Abram for punishment of the crimes of sexual deviance and intent to abdicate a vow given to the monarchy, which is the same as treason. Until then, you will be held in the cells below the castle until the vow is given to give you time to contemplate your sins before you’re stoned to death.” Disgust rang in his voice as she laced the boots then rose to her feet.
“Here.” Jacket, gloves, and a hat. “The temperature’s dropped significantly. We have to hurry; they’ll be here within minutes.”
There was a sound of stone scraping against stone, and seconds later Abram gripped her hand and rushed her into a darkness even more overwhelming than that of the bedroom they had been in.
As he and Tariq wrestled whatever door was used back into place securely, the click of the lock reengaging, they all froze at the sound of heavy pounding at the bedroom door.
“You will open this door. Abram el Hamid Mustafa. Tariq bin Sa’id Mustafa. Paige Eleanora Galbraithe, you are hereby under arrest for the crimes of sexual deviancy and conspiracy to commit treason against the Saudi Arabian empire.”
Paige reached out, her fingers clenched on Abram’s arm at the sound of the rough, cruel tone and the charges being leveled against them.
The voices turned lower, the words muffled by the wood and stone barriers, only barely reaching her ears as adrenaline began to surge through her.
Why were they just standing there?
Her fingers clenched tighter on his arm, the need to run overwhelming her now. Each of those charges were punishable by stoning for a woman, though only the charge of treason held such a punishment for Abram and Tariq.
She could feel him against her, the tension in his body mounting as he extricated his arm from her grip only to wrap it around her shoulders and pull her to him.
The pounding came again.
“Three.” Abram began counting off. “Two.” As he spoke he turned her toward the back of whatever cave, cavern, or room they were hidden within.
A second later the loud, raucous sounds of a heavy metal band began to scream through the room.
Paige jumped, only barely managing to hold back a cry of surprise at the shrill music. In the same second, Abram’s arms tightened around her and they were rushing headlong into a darkness barely lit by the penlight Tariq held out before him.
“What the hell happened?” Abram snarled as they began to run through the stone corridor that she was certain had to run on forever.
“I don’t know what the hell happened,” Tariq hissed back. “I was with our contact arranging extraction when he got the call that the Matawa were moving in on the fortress to arrest the three of us, and that Jafar couldn’t be found. Azir contacted them from what our contact, Yassir, learned and he rushed me back to the cave entrance. From what we were being told as we ran for the caverns, Azir called them in and informed them of the charges. He’s also having an ‘arrest on sight’ order placed against Khalid, Paige’s mother, and her father if they enter Saudi Arabia. It’s a fucking mess, and I still haven’t figured out how Azir arranged it.”
Azir, Abram’s father. He had found another way to betray his son.
“He has minor influence with the Matawa,” Abram growled. “He’ll be able to keep the order in force only until the authorities in Riyadh hear of it and bring it before the king. But until then, they can do exactly that; kill on sight.”
He didn’t even sound breathless or tired and Paige knew her legs would have already given out on her.
She tried to draw enough air into her lungs to keep from collapsing, her heart racing hard and fierce as Abram all but carried her at a dead run.
“Did you complete the extraction plan?” Abram’s voice was lifeless, all emotion stripped from it now.
“Extraction was all but complete when the call came in. Yassir managed to call in emergency extraction at that p
oint,” Tariq informed him. “We have three hours to reach the pickup point in the mountains. If we’re not there, then they leave without us. I talked to the commander of the rangers myself and he intends to make damned certain nothing stands in the way of that information getting into their hands, but he’s not willing to watch his men die to get it. Did you get the files?” Had any of them had time to get anything?
“On my back,” Abram bit out. “My pack holds everything we’ve gathered over the past year.