Page 91 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

I’m starving, craving her taste, and I lower myself, trapping her hard ridge between my teeth.

“I can’t . . . oh . . .”

“Shhhh...you can. We’re just testing what you like, my beautiful girl.”

Adeela seems to float in her own world, but I want her back with me.

I suck on her clit without restraint now, my finger playfully teasing her, getting her used to it, widening her for me.

Her feet are planted on the bed, and she holds my head where she wants it, crying out in ecstasy. I feel her desire dripping down my chin, and I know orgasm is approaching by the way she contracts.

I raise my other hand and alternate caressing her nipples. She trembles with pleasure, surprising me with the intensity of her orgasm.

I suck on her pussy, not letting a drop escape. It’s as if I need to feed on her to stay alive. I don’t stop until her spasms cease.

I stand up and pull down my pants along with my boxer shorts. She props herself up on her elbows, but when she sees me naked, she lies back down, shyly.

I kneel on the futon again and lift one of her feet, running my mouth along the inside of her leg.

She moans, and I take her hand. After kissing her palm, I bring it to my cock.

I feel her shudder, but she doesn’t pull away or ask me to stop when I make her hold me while I masturbate.

I’m hard as steel, and a drop of precum leaks from the tip.

She feels it, I’m sure, and curiously, she raises her face to look at me. “What is this?”

“I’m so horny. My body is ready for yours.”

“Oh! I thought men came after . . . uh . . . sex.”

I pull together all my self-control to answer her innocent questions, but they’re almost giving me a heart attack from somuch tension. “Did you notice how wet you got for me even before I touched you?”

She looks away for a moment. “Yes.”

“The same thing happens to me. I really want to feel you around me, and my body can’t hide it.”

“Neither can mine, but I’m afraid I won’t please you.”

“Believe me: you please me too much. I can barely hold back. I want to slide my cock into your tight little pussy and make you mine.”

Her breathing becomes noisy and a moan escapes, while her hand goes up and down my cock again.

“Like this?” she asks.

I throw my head back, and wanting to enjoy it to the fullest, I let her masturbate me alone.

“I want you, Kaled.”

I don’t give her a chance to change her mind. I’m about to explode, and all we’ve had were pretty innocent preliminaries by my standards.

I grab both her hands in mine and pin them above her head. I need control because I’m out of my mind and if she touches me, I won’t be able to guide her first time calmly.

I lower myself to kiss her, and my cock rubs against her belly, our pubic hair mingling, our tongues in their own dance.

I move my body so that the swollen head of my sex finds her opening, and she writhes beneath me.

I suck on her swollen nipple, my teeth tugging gently as I plunge into her untouched warmth once, twice, like a test.