Epilogue
Zain
“Zain, I…” she moaned, her legs quivering with pleasure when I licked her soaking p***y.
“Shh, be quiet, Nasrin,” I whispered, holding her thighs and standing up.
She looked at me over her shoulder, “It’s your fault if we get caught.”
I smiled and shook my head at my wife who was bent over the desk of my study, the expensive dress pulled over her waist. I lowered the zipper of my pants and said, “You are the one who told me you needed me inside you while we were greeting our guests. I just obliged the request of my beautiful sultana.”
Her cheeks flamed hearing me and she pushed her hips back. “Yes, I need you inside me, Zain. Please, hurry.”
“Try to be quiet,” I said, wrapping my hand around her hair and sliding inside her warm heat in one slow thrust.
We both gr
