19 Nasrin

19

Nasrin

It seemed like the memories of his warm body around me had burned in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about that morning, the way I had been so flustered and aroused. His grip on my waist was strong, his thrusts powerful when they rubbed over me, making me ache for him, his words dirty but his voice velvety smooth.

That was one thing, but the way he had reacted to my touch… that had been one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. Zain Al Latif loved to be vocal when he was on the receiving end of oral sex. The thrill of sucking him and taking him in my mouth was something I had never experienced before. It had aroused me. Pleasuring and pleasing him had aroused me.

I wanted to whine when he had to leave, wanting to wrap myself around him once again and make him release inside me.

It was absurd. How badly I wanted him to fuck me.

Shaking my head at my impure thoughts, I stepped out of the bathroom and got ready for my first day as the Sultana of Azmia. I had breakfast