Her Older Sheikh (Sheikh Breaks My Heart #9)

Chapter Nine

M y little blonde troublemaker gets between my legs and sinks to her knees the moment we're within the private confines of my car. Her amber eyes are full of mischief as she meets my stunned gaze, and all I can do is suck my breath when she unbuckles my belt and slowly unzips my pants.

"I've been dreaming of your cock for so many nights, Mr. Mine. "

God, she's calling me that again, and when I think of her dreaming of my cock—-

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I see her eyes widen in shock when she sees that her fingers aren't quite enough to handle my thickness, and a hoarse chuckle slips past my lips.

"Does it scare you?"

"A little."

I'm certain she's telling the truth, but the way she also licks her lips tells me she's just a bit excited as well.

"You have a lovely little mouth, Madeleine."

I reach down to trace her lips, and she trembles at my touch.

"Very, very lovely," I murmur, "and exquisitely small."

The last word makes her swallow hard, and my whole body turns hard with arousal at the sight.

"Have you ever tasted a man's cum before?"

She shakes her head vehemently. "Never."

"But would you want to?"

"I never used to like the idea of giving a man head," she whispers, "but now..."

She licks her lips again, and it's getting harder and harder to fight against the urge to drive my cock into her sweet little mouth.

"Just thinking about swallowing your cum makes me wet. I'm dying to have a taste of it..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

A groan escapes me, and I see her shudder at the sound of my groan.

The sight is humbling and terrifying, and it drives me mad when I think about how not once - not fucking once - has this beautiful girl tried to hide how much she wants me.

I want to ask my Madeleine what I've done to deserve someone like her, and I want to know so that I'll make sure to keep doing it. But just when I'm about to speak, I feel her slim fingers tighten around my cock—-

Ah, fuck.

To hell with talking.

The way her amber eyes are now cloudy with desire tells me she's just panting to have my cock in her mouth, and of-fucking-course I want that, too.

I see her body tremble wildly when I start stroking her hair, and her face becomes a picture of fear and helpless arousal when she feels my grip suddenly tighten.

"You look like you're about to cry," I purr.

"And you," she says shakily, "look like you enjoy seeing me this way."

"I do," I say without hesitation, and the words have her whimpering.

"Fear makes things more exciting," I croon. "You'll see."

I finally succeed in terrifying her, but just as she's about to escape, I'm already holding her lovely blonde head with both of my hands and slowly guiding it down.

"P-Please..."

Anxiety threads through her voice, but I also see her wide-eyed gaze darting repeatedly back to my cock, which is now violently twitching like a hungry motherfucking monster.

"Open your mouth, Madeleine."

"P-please—-"

"Now!"

I snap the word out in a harsh command, and just as her lips part in a cry, my cock drives in, and my beautiful little Madeleine finally has her first taste of cock.

"How is it, my sweet?"

She can't really answer me, with my cock already driving in and out of her mouth. But since I can also feel her choking and gasping around my thick, hard member, I know all she's thinking of right now is how she has this enormous thing stuffing her mouth—-

Her gaze flies up to my face, and I let my lips curve in a feral smile.

"Yes," I croon. "It's still swelling, isn't it? But don't worry, my sweet. You can take it."

And now I'm shoving my cock harder and deeper into her mouth, over and over and over until I finally sense it—-

Fuck, fuck, fuck .

My beautiful Madeleine has finally gotten the fucking hang of it, and she's now started sucking on my cock the way she once sucked on my finger. She sucks on it like it's the biggest, sweetest lollipop there is, and God, she's just so fucking good—-

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," I growl, "and you are going to swallow everything."

My grip on her hair tightens.

"Do you hear me, Madeleine? I need you to swallow and keep fucking swallowing until the last drop of my cum is trickling down your throat."

I feel her moan around my cock, and the way her tits heave wildly as she does is the final fucking push—-

"Madeleine, fuck..."

I cum in her mouth as fucking promised, my cock shooting load after load straight down her throat, and my Madeleine also does as she wordlessly promised, with the way she's swallowing every fucking drop—-

God, I love her .

It's the longest, wildest orgasm I've ever had, and both of us are temporarily spent when my cock makes a popping sound as I finally pull out of her mouth.

Madeleine collapses on the carpet, her dainty breasts rapidly rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. I wipe myself clean with a hanky and swiftly zip myself back up so I can scoop her into my lap.

"I love you," she whispers, but before I can tell her I love her back, she's already fallen asleep in my arms.

God, I love her.

I know there are still things I have to tell her, things that I need to beg her forgiveness for, but I'm going to tackle those things one at a time.

For now, I just want to savor having perfection in my arms.

Madeleine lets out a cute little yawn when we're finally back in Paradijs, and it's just too damn cute I have to pull her close so I can nibble on her lips.

She stares up at me when I pull away.

"What is it?" I ask gently.

"Did you enjoy it? Was I...good?"

The unusual note of shyness in her voice makes me haul her close.

"You were magnificent, " I whisper into her ear, and her cheeks are flushed with pleasure when I let her go.

We hear her phone buzz just as we're about to enter the elevator, and her lips curve in a rueful smile. "Can I go to the powder room and answer this? It might be Grandpa."

"Of course." I take my own phone out, and my forehead creases with a frown.

"What is it?" Madeleine asks.

"It seems I have my own calls to make," I answer in chagrin.

"Then stay here and do that," she says cheekily, "and make sure you let everyone know you can't be disturbed for the next three hours."

"Are you ordering me around?" I ask silkily.

Madeleine pouts up at me. "Do you have a problem with it?"

I let my lips tighten, and it's only when Madeleine starts to squirm that I allow her to see the gleam of amusement in my eyes.

"Of course not, my sweet."

Her alarmed expression turns to one of open adoration, and I suddenly feel like someone's walked over my grave.

Fuck.

Our people strongly believe in omens, and I know the time has come to tell her about our betrothal. "Madeleine—-"

But her phone starts ringing again, and Madeleine looks at me apologetically. "I really have to take this..."

I force myself to smile. "Of course."

But the feeling of evil foreboding only becomes more ominous as I watch her walk away.

As soon as she's back, I vow to myself, I'll tell her the truth.

I'll make her understand that she's what matters most to me, and if I have to cancel my purchase of her grandfather's island, then so be it.

Madeleine disappears in a corner, and I force myself to focus on making my own calls. A few minutes turn into a half hour, and my worst fears are realized when I charge into the powder room and find it empty.

I try calling her, but she's already blocked my number.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I call her grandfather, and that's when I find out the truth.

"It's the young man she met earlier," Paco says painfully. "He thought you were familiar, and he texted Maddy as soon as he remembered where he saw you. Where he saw us ."

"He only saw us," I bite out. "How would he know—-"

"It's where he saw us," Paco cuts me off grimly. "Maddy knows I have this...this lucky ritual if you will. I only shop for tobacco to add to my collection...when I've just closed a deal."

FUCK.

"She wasn't crying when she came here, but..." Paco's voice breaks. "We broke her heart, Rashad. Badly."

My grip on my phone tightens. "I love her, Paco. I'm going there and explain—-"

"It's too late," Paco interrupts bleakly.

"Just let me talk to her," I say fiercely. "I'll make her understand—-"

"Maddy has made up her mind."

" Maddy is the love of my life—-"

But the old man goes on talking like my love is just garbage.

"Maddy says you can have the island, and in exchange...you must promise to never show her your face again."

"Didn't you hear me?" I grate out desperately. "I love her—-"

"But if you come see her again even once, she's made me promise to sell the island to Huzna's worst enemy."