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"Things. " She nearly moaned the word as his fingers caressed the sensitive sides of her breasts before brushing delicately against her nipples.
"What sort of things did you have to do, precious?" He chose that moment to exert just enough pressure on her nipples to have her back arching, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.
Reaching back for him, desperate to touch him now, to feel more of the incredible pleasure he gave her, Marty gave a low, ecstatic moan as she fought for more pleasure.
"Not yet, little flower. " Catching her wrists in his hand, he locked them behind her back, keeping her arched against him as his free hand moved to the snap of her jeans.
"Push your sandals from your feet," he commanded, his tone rich with lust.
Stumbling, her knees weak, Marty did as he ordered while the zipper of her jeans gave a light hiss as he lowered it.
"Now, we were discussing the things you had to do this morning," he reminded her.
"No," she gasped, as his free hand slid into the parted fabric and eased beneath the low band of her panties. "You were discussing them. "
His chuckle was low, dark. "You're being very naughty. "
"So spank me . . . Oh God, Khalid. " She couldn't hold back the cry as his fingertips glanced over the swollen knot of her clit.
It was exquisite. Pleasure raced through her pussy, around her clit, suffused her body.
"Spank you. I could do that," he assured her, as his hand pulled from her jeans, only to begin pushing the snug material over her hips. "I could really get into that, Marty. Watching your pretty ass blush, hearing you beg for more. "
She was already ready to beg for more. He didn't have to spank her to get that.
He worked the jeans down her thighs and below her knees. "Step from the jeans, precious. "
She stepped from the material, dressed in nothing but panties dampened by her desire. The silk clung to the bare curves of her sex as his hand slid up her thigh.
Her hands were still held behind her back, and she ached to touch him, to feel his flesh beneath her palms, against her skin.
"Beautiful," he whispered, and turned her until she was facing the antique, full-length mirror that sat in the corner of the library.
She looked so wanton. Arched back in his arms, her breasts swollen, her nipples flushed. Pale rose panties barely covered the mound of her pussy, and she could see the dampness at the crotch.
She watched as his hand moved to the panties. She expected him to push them over her thighs. He gripped the side, and with a quick movement the fragile material rent and fell away.
A gasp tore from her lips as the motion caused a flare of wicked pleasure to tear through her womb.
She was naked. Her pussy gleamed with her juices, the flesh flushed with need.
"Spread your legs," he whispered at her ear.
Behind her, Khalid was fully dressed, but his expression was filled with such stark hunger that it didn't seem to matter.
She spread her legs, watching in the mirror as his fingers slid between them, parted the swollen curves, and revealed the glistening bud of her clit.
"Watch," he breathed against her ear. "See what I see when I touch you. Watch the pleasure your body fills with. "
The tip of his finger began to circle her clit, rubbing against it, around it, sending such electrically charged sensations tearing through her that her hips jerked against the caress.
"Pretty, pretty, little flower," he groaned, his voice becoming darker, more remote, more foreign. "Open for me, love. Let me watch my fingers take what my cock is dying for. "
He released her arms, allowing them to curl around his neck as his fingers slid lower, circled the sensitive opening, then two pressed forcefully inside the heated ache of her pussy.
The sudden impalement stretched delicate tissue, revealed sensitive nerve endings, and sent her juices flowing over his fingers as tiny pinpoints of detonating heat began to flare inside her.
Feminine muscles clenched around his fingers, trembled against the penetration, and tried to draw them deeper inside her.
