I think that's a compliment. I hope that is...and not some belated warning about how there's a medical possibility that his cock could tear my mouth apart.
The sheikh tightens his grip on my hair, and I have no idea why, but the pain I feel is really turning me on.
"I'm going to start moving."
Oh God.
"And if you start gagging..."
Shit. No. Wait.
"All the better for it."
I don't even have a second to digest what the sheikh's purred out, with his cock already thrusting hard and fast in my mouth. The speed of his movement becomes my entire world, and the way the head of his cock reaches all the way to the back of my throat makes me feel dizzy.
Every thrust creates a lewd slapping sound that makes me wetter and wetter between my legs, and I find myself instinctively clutching the muscled cheeks of his ass as my body starts trembling with need.
My swollen breasts jiggle every time he plunges his thick, hard length back into my mouth, and every jiggling motion just makes me ache all the harder.
The taste of him is unfamiliar but strangely addictive, and I hear the sheikh groan when I succumb to the temptation of flicking my tongue against the head of his cock.
"Ah, Seven, yes..." He gazes down at me hungrily. "Suck my cock, my beauty."
My folds swell at the command, and I find myself dazedly doing as ordered. I suck tentatively at first, but feeling his powerful body shudder gives me confidence, and I find myself sucking harder and harder and—-
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Just like he's warned, I inevitably gag when the sheikh suddenly shoves his cock deep into my mouth, and I hear him groan anew as he feels my throat tighten around him.
"Yes, God, yes."
My eyes squeeze shut as he fucks my mouth harder and faster than ever. I can't help feeling just a little scared that he really is going to tear my mouth apart, but the fear also feeds into my desire, and every gag-inducing thrust just makes my pussy quiver all the more.
A part of me already wants it to end, but another part of me wants it to go on.
This is too much. This is not enough.
I'm scared. I'm turned on.
Just so, so scared, and so, so darn horny that when the sheikh suddenly stiffens, I feel my own pussy quiver as well—-
"Fuck, Seven, let go—-"
Those words are definitely an order, but it's the one thing I can't obey.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—-"
Sheikh Saif rams his cock all the way inside my mouth as he cums, and I can only cry out against his muscled skin as my own pleasure rushes past my swollen folds before slowly trickling down my legs.
Some time has passed when the sheikh pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I'm more than a little incredulous when I realize he hasn't gone soft...at all.
"I knew it," I say accusingly as he carefully helps me back to my feet. "You really did have some kind of surg—-"
"I'm flattered that you think so," the sheikh cuts me off with a smirk, "but no." And then he's kissing me so, so hard that I start seeing stars even as my shoulders shake in silent mirth.
My lips are more swollen than ever when he finally lets me up for air, and I find myself dazedly touching my mouth while Sheikh Saif does his best to rearrange my hopelessly mussed hair.
Oh my.
Did I really do...that?
The memory of how, well, sluttish I was makes me squirm, and I feel even more mortified when the sheikh and I emerge from our dark, little corner in the garden...and we realize all at once why we've been, er, uninterrupted all this time.
A huge Under Maintenance sign is currently blocking the other guests from using the paved paths of the garden, and when my horrified gaze flies in search of our hosts, that's when I see my former teacher grinning widely at me from her table while her dashing husband politely raises his wine glass like he's congratulating the sheikh for being the newest member of the Sneak-Out-of-the-Party-to-Have-Sex club.
Somebody please tell me this really isn't happening?
I try tugging my hand out of the sheikh's grip, but this only makes him raise my hand to his lips.
"Let them stare," he says lazily. "We have nothing to hide."
The words make my heart pound, and I find myself quickly looking away. I've just realized that while I've already told Sheikh Saif I'm in love with him, he hasn't actually said he loves me back, but...
Maybe he's just waiting for the right time to say it?
Sheikh Saif orders me to introduce him to my friends, and though I make a face at his high-handedness, I'm secretly thrilled that he's asked. This means he sees us as a permanent thing, doesn't it?