Bred for the Sheikh’s Heir 3
Do Arab girls grow up wanting to be Cinderella? Or does their Cinderella story have a twist?
Emma Cole had met a mysterious, dark stranger on her trip to Dubai. Sheikh Nadeem had been a master at controlling her body bringing his American submissive to the heights of pleasure. But being sent home, she thought that her magical time had ended. That was until her flight home was interrupt and she was brought to Sheikh Fahad.
Her life with him could not be more perfect. But is there anyone she would forsake her fairy tale life for? And what if he showed up again? What would he want from her now?
Emma arched her back as Sheikh Fahad wrapped his large hands around her small waist. Her hips wiggled in anticipation of what was coming next. The Sheikh pulled Emma's small body across the bed as the silky satin sheets rustled beneath her. Her body came to a stop with a smack as the back of her bare thighs connected with his hairy legs.
With her head falling back the Sheikh lifted Emma into the air. He was strong. And lifting her like a doll, he was proving it again. And as his large balls brushed across her wanting swollen lips, her breath hitched knowing what was coming next.
Still lifting higher and higher, Emma felt the Sheikh's thick manhood pull between the slippery flesh between her labia lips. She needed him to enter her. Her heart beat rapidly, and her face flushed sending a warm feeling through her body as the tip of his cock found the gentle valley of her pussy.
"Oh," Emma moaned barely able to contain herself.
