Grateful for the Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Romance Novel (Curves for Sheikhs Series Book 16)
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“You are a queen now,” growled the Sheikh as her rubbed her between her ample thighs, his touch bringing forth her wetness along with a moan. “You will never wear the same panties twice. In fact, you will never wear panties again. I command it!”
Pen gasped as the Sheikh stood at the foot of the wedding bed and undressed, ripping the buttons off his black silk sherwani jacket, pushing down his tailored trousers, rolling down his underwear. Soon he was naked, his bronzed body rippled with muscle, his cock looking monstrous under the elegant chandelier made of hand-cut crystal. She was spread wide on the bed, her wedding dress up over her breasts, her slit exposed and wet for her king, for her Sheikh, for her damned husband.
“I know you’ve joked about it a few times, Rafeez,” she whispered as she watched him stroke himself and then get on the bed with her, kneeling between her thighs and rubbing her clit with his cockhead until she was dripping all over the clean white sheets. “But we never seriously talked about the pregnancy thing again. We have two children, and nothing’s gonna change that. But I know you made a vow, and I want you to know that I’m willing to help you keep that vow. I’ll be willing to help you keep it every day, every night, every week, every year. Just like I did our first night together. I promise you, Rafeez. I’ll—”
“You’ll do nothing every day, every night, and every week except take my cock inside you and milk it until my balls are dry,” the Sheikh said with barely an inflection in his voice, calmly sliding his massive shaft all the way deep into her as he said it.
Pen screamed in shock, both at the sensation of being filled so completely without warning as well as from the explicit image the Sheikh had conjured up with his words. Every day, every night, every week . . . spreading for him, taking him in, milking him dry!
“Oh, shit,” she moaned as Rafeez began to pump into her like he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t control himself, didn’t want to control himself. “Oh, God, that feels so . . . so . . . oh, God, Rafeez!”
Within minutes the Sheikh had exploded into her, his seed flooding her valley with such force that it seemed to drown out her own orgasm. She screamed as he drew back and pumped into her again, and then she clenched her pussy and milked him just like he’d said, just like he’d commanded, just like he’d damned well ordered.
One last push and he was done, and Pen closed her eyes and smiled when she realized how badly he’d wanted to come inside her. She dug her fingers into his hair, her smile getting wider as she listened to him pant against her neck like an exhausted beast.
“As I was saying,” Rafeez finally said when he caught his breath. “Every night you will take my seed. And every year you will bear me a child. Every year until I am fifty-eight.”
“Excuse me? What?” Pen said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head away from her so she could look at him. “Are you insane?”
“Perhaps. But that is what I have decided. Since I cannot live with the prospect of never having a child with you, I have decided to go to the other extreme. The end result will be the same.”
“How in God’s name is the end result gonna be the same? How is having no kids the same as having like . . .” Pen frowned as she tried to do the math. “Ohmygod, having like twenty or thirty kids!”
“The effect will be the same. I wanted no kids so no one would claim the throne after I decided to transition the kingdom to democracy. But if I have thirty or more children, then how in Allah’s name will they ever get organized enough to mount any serious threat to my plan for a permanent transfer of power?”
Pen laughed and shook her head. “I thought we’d decided that the pressure would be on us as parents to raise our kids right, to channel their ambition into worthy pursuits instead of just empty power and a fancy throne.”
The Sheikh nodded. “That is Plan A. This is the backup plan.”
Pen closed one eye and twisted her mouth as she glanced at the Sheikh. “Me carrying thirty of your gigantic ape-babies is a backup plan? Easy for you to say, big shot!”
The Sheikh sighed, turning towards her until she could feel his cock hardening again. “There is always a third option, my curvy farmgirl queen. Plan C.”
“What’s Plan C?” Pen whispered as she felt the Sheikh’s hands slide between her rear cheeks, his fingers spreading them, his big thumb resting squarely on her just-married, officially royal, rear pucker.
“Plan C is that I could just take you in the arse every night for the next thirty years,” said the Sheikh as he flipped her onto her stomach like she was a rag-doll, pushed her wedding dress up over her head, raised her royal rump and spanked it hard.
“Ohmygod, you’re disgusting!” she squealed as he spanked her again, then lowered his face to her rear and licked her long and deep.
“Why? Is that not a good ending for our romance story, my queen?”
“A romance story with your gorilla-sized cock stretching me wide every night for thirty years? Sounds more like a damned horror novel,” groaned Pen as she felt the Sheikh open her up from behind. “And romance readers don’t like horror messing up their happy endings. Not now. Not ever.”
But still always . . .
And still forever . . .
∞
Thanks for sticking with me through sixteen novels.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all.
Gratitude and love,
Anna.
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BY ANNABELLE WINTERS
THE CURVES FOR SHEIKHS SERIES (USA)
Curves for the Sheikh
Flames for the Sheikh
Hostage for the Sheikh
Single for the Sheikh
Stockings for the Sheikh
Untouched for the Sheikh
Surrogate for the Sheikh
Stars for the Sheikh
Shelter for the Sheikh
Shared for the Sheikh
Assassin for the Sheikh
Privilege for the Sheikh
Ransomed for the Sheikh
Uncorked for the Sheikh
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Hostage for the Sheikh (UK)
Single for the Sheikh (UK)
Stockings for the Sheikh (UK)
Untouched for the Sheikh (UK)
Surrogate for the Sheikh (UK)
Stars for the Sheikh (UK)
Shelter for the Sheikh (UK)
Shared for the Sheikh (UK)
Assassin for the Sheikh (UK)
Privilege for the Sheikh (UK)
Ransomed for the Sheikh (UK)
Uncorked for the Sheikh (UK)
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