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"Is that what you want, precious?" He touched her face, his fingertips relishing the feel of her satiny flesh. "No control? No limits?"
"What would you do?"
"I believe you know what I would do. I would give you pleasures that even your imagination could not perceive. I would ensure it. "
He would give her not just himself, but Shayne as well. Whenever she wanted it, in ways she most likely couldn't imagine. Khalid knew, even if she didn't suspect, that his sexuality, his sensual hungers went far deeper than she had most likely considered, even knowing how sexual he could become.
"Right now," she whispered, that edge of anticipation and desperation still ever present in her voice. "Right now, Khalid, what would you do with no control?"
A part of him sensed what she wanted. She was a strong woman, a woman who had made her own rules long ago and had lived with them, no matter the cost to her heart. But now, in this one moment, only seconds after her release, she was wondering what that control had cost her.
It had cost her the knowledge of her own female strength, Khalid thought. His Marty had denied herself that adventurous, sensual core of femininity that lurked just beneath the surface of her control.
His hand slid into her hair.
"You want this?" he asked, hardening his voice, forcing himself to hold back. "All that I am at this moment, sweet flower? Is that what you want?"
She licked her lips again. He expected to see indecision in her eyes, a flash of regret or denial. Instead he saw an excitement, a flash of hunger and lust that he was certain she was unaware lurked inside her.
"Yes. "
His fingers clenched in her hair, tightening, pulling at the strands with just enough force to send what he knew would be a rush of fiery pleasure pain through her already overloaded senses.
She moaned. Her lashes fluttered closed.
Gripping the base of his cock he pressed it to her parted lips.
"Suck my cock, precious. Slow and easy. I want to feel that sweet little tongue working over the head. It's my favorite fantasy. Your pretty lips wrapped around my dick. "
His teeth snapped the last word off as she did just as he ordered. Her lips parted as she sucked him in, her tongue lashing over the sensitive crown as a low growl tore from his chest.
"Fuck yes. " The words were torn from him.
Lightning flares of exquisite pleasure began to race through his body as he continued to flex his fingers in her hair, pulling delicately.
Her expression became a picture of perfect sensual pleasure. Her lashes drifted closed over her soft gray eyes, her face flushed, a delicate pink staining the creamy flesh.
Watching her, his body tight with the need for release and the demand to hold back, Khalid controlled her movements. One hand in her hair, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, he fucked her mouth with slow, easy strokes, letting the pleasure wash through his senses.
The deep, measured suckling of her mouth over the sensitized crest was nearly more than he could bear, though. In all his sexual years he had never known the pleasure that Marty managed to send rushing through his body. She was like a narcotic, instantly addictive, always desired.
Clenching his teeth, he fought the tightening of his balls as she sucked him deeper, her tongue stroking over his cock as he took her mouth with gentle greed.
Moving his hand from his cock he watched as she wrapped the fingers of both hands around the heavy flesh. He wanted to touch her, to follow the curve of her breast, to feel the hardness of her nipples.
Like responsive live pebbles, her nipples were tight and hard, silken and heated. At his first touch he felt the little moan from her throat vibrate against his dick and nearly lost his control then.
His hips jerked, his ability to pull back nearly disintegrating beneath the heated strokes of her tongue and the snug suckling of her mouth.
"Your sweet mouth is destroying me," he groaned, his hands tightening further in her hair. "Are you sure you want this?"
There was so much he wanted to do to her. So much he would do if she gave him the chance.
Her answer was a moan and the swirl of her tongue over his cock, and the leash snapped.
Marty didn't know what she expected, but when he pulled back, his expression, his eyes wild, she was certain it wasn't quite this, though "this" sent screaming waves of pleasure and anticipation tearing through her.
"Over. " She sure wasn't expecting him to turn her, to push her upper body to the bed as he lifted her hips.
