"God yes, Marty." His groan wrapped around her, the desperation in it tearing through her.
He wanted her. He was hungry for her. In her life she had never known such desire from a man until Khalid.
The knowledge of that hunger, the pleasure tearing through her, the feel of his sweat-dampened body, her own perspiration sliding between them, combined in such a powerful force that her orgasm tore through her without warning.
There was no initial tightening of her body. There was no rush of impending force. It was just there. A sudden, explosive wonder filled with light and sound as his fingers continued to work inside her, to stroke her higher, throwing her into a blazing conflagration that seemed never ending.
"Sweet Marty, burn for me." His voice was an echo of the pleasure in her head. A sensual, mental caress that sent aftershocks of release rippling through her.
In that moment, as the pleasure eased and another hunger built, a wisp of a thought, a desire shocked her senses. It could have been hotter. There was a component missing, something she knew she could have, something she was terrified to reach out for.
Fighting back that thought, she reached for the man destroying her senses and her sense of herself. As he rose to his knees in front of her, spreading her thighs farther, Marty sat up, one hand gripping his hip, the other curling around the thick, dark protrusion of his cock.
Khalid froze in front of her.
He had never known such pleasure. He had never known a woman who could give pleasure as she did with the simple act of coming around his fingers.
Now her slender, fragile fingers gripped his dick with silken strength.
"What now, precious?" He fought the urge to dominate now, to let loose the sexual animal that existed inside him.
It was hard, though, incredibly hard. Her hand stroked the length of his cock, her thumb whispering over the swollen crest to gather the droplet of pr**um that moistened it.
"You always manage to destroy my control."
He heard the emotion in her voice. That edge of fear there clenched his heart.
"What do you do to mine?" His fingers flexed with the need to dominate her now. "You do not know the edge you push me to, love."
Her tongue glanced over her lips, so close to the tip of his cock, his flesh so close to such extreme pleasure.
"What would you do if I asked you to lose that control?"
Khalid stilled at her question. There was something in her expression now, in the heat of her eyes that sent anticipation tightening his gut.
"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 c**k 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 f**ked 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 c**k as he took her mouth with gentle greed.
Moving his hand from his c**k 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 ni**les.
Like responsive live pebbles, her ni**les 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 h*ps 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?"