An Englishwoman's Arabian Night (Historical Romance Book 1)
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“Are all men of these hot regions so well endowed?” She said breathlessly.
“I couldn’t speak of other men, but yes, I know of a few.” He laughed, twitching his hard cock invitingly at her.
“Well, all the men I have known so far here have been so blessed.” She laughed back. “…all two of them.”
Helena dropped to her knees and kissed the thick cockhead lovingly, enjoying the musky odor that filled her senses. The huge bodyguard groaned and his knees trembled at the sensation of her soft lips and warm tongue over the blood gorged glans of his painful arousal. He couldn’t hold on anymore, dropping to his knees he urged her to take him inside her.
She needed no encouragement as she relinquished her hold on his monster cock and straddled across his hips, guiding it inside her with effortless ease. Her wet, dripping pussy happily accommodated the foot long, dark chocolate pole all the way to the hilt. She reached back and caressed his hairy balls from under her plush buttocks, making him grunt in pleasure.
“Oh, Zairian… you’re filling me up even more than the Kahn.” Helena moaned into his ear as she nibbled it.
The large man mumbled back with his mouth full of her soft white breast, while his large hands squashed her yielding buttocks savagely. She began bouncing on his thick shaft, feeling it slide in and out of her, making waves of pleasure ripple all through her body. A whole week of waiting for such a treat had driven her over the brink and now she made up her mind to go all out.
Suddenly Zairian rose up, his powerful muscular thighs flexing as she threw her legs around him and clung to him for dear life. His cock buried deep in her, the huge body guard stood up straight and let her ride him like a horse.
“Oh, Zairian.” Helena moaned, “You’re so strong… you’re even better than the Kahn… you’re my perfect Arabian Knight.”
“I am anything you want me to be, golden one.” He grunted, thrusting his hips upward as his quadriceps and hamstring muscles flexed hard.
Helena threw back her head and whimpered as her orgasm hit her hard. She held on to the huge man as her body went into a fit of convulsions, each wave more powerful than the last. She wept and moaned into his neck as indescribable pleasure gripped her mind and soul.
Zairian let her hold on to him for a while, before letting her limp body slide down. But she was far from having her fill. She grasped at his erection even as her trembling knees gave in under her.
“Shower me with your blessed seed, my handsome savior.” She gasped.
“Your wish is my command.” The large man grunted as he stroked his enormous cock frantically.
Helena squealed as his hot cum exploded all over her face and breasts. She greedily lapped up as much as she could, and then took his receding erection into her mouth to siphon out the last few drops. He sighed and collapsed beside her and the two of them lay naked on the ground for a while.
“We must hurry, dear lady.” Zairian finally rose up and hastily donned his armor. “Meet me at the guardhouse at midnight.”
“Yes, I will.” Helena purred, playing with her aching pussy as she watched him leave the secluded corridor.
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The clock had struck twelve times and as he had promised, Zairian had stepped out of the shadows and covered her with his cloak to whisk her way to a pair of waiting horses by the northern gate. No one was manning the post, since Zairian was the one on duty. She laughed inwardly as the large man guided her horse after his. The port town was a good two days ride away, plenty of time for them to have a few more adventurous exchanges; more than enough to convince him to come away with her on the adventure of a lifetime.
~THE END~
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