Page 5 of The Pakhan's Secret Baby

Her eyes flutter half-closed, and her voice comes out small and shaky. “I want you to touch me."

A dark smile curves my mouth. “Good girl,” I murmur, then capture her lips again in a deep, demanding kiss. I walk herbackward, guiding her step by step toward the bed without breaking contact.

Every time she tries to catch her breath I steal it again, tongues sliding, teeth nipping, until her legs hit the edge of the mattress.

My hands slide under the hem of her short black dress. The fabric is tight, clinging to her curves like it was made to torture me. I bunch it in my fists and pull upward slowly, savoring the reveal.

“Arms up,” I command against her mouth.

She obeys without hesitation, lifting them, and in one smooth motion I drag the dress over her head and toss it aside.

Fuck.

No bra.

Her breasts spill free—full, perfect, and already begging for attention. I groan into her mouth and kiss her harder, palming one breast, thumb brushing over the stiff peak.

Emory gasps, arching into my touch. I keep kissing her as I hook my fingers into the thin white panties at her hips and slide them down her thighs.

She steps out of them obediently, leaving the strappy black heels exactly where they are. The sight of her naked except for those heels makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

I break the kiss just long enough to look at her—flushed skin, heaving chest, white panties dangling from one heel before I kick them away.

Then I’m on her again, mouth devouring hers, one hand tangled in her hair while the other explores every newly exposed inch of her body.

“God…” she breathes between kisses, trembling.

I push her gently onto the bed, following her down until my body covers hers.

My mouth never leaves hers for long—kissing her hungrily as my hand trails down her stomach, teasing just above where she’s already wet for me.

“You’re mine tonight, Emory,” I growl against her swollen lips. “Every fucking inch.”

I kiss down her jaw to her throat, tasting the rapid flutter of her pulse.

She arches when I reach her breasts, sucking one tight nipple into my mouth while my hand squeezes the other.

Her moan is pure sin as I take my time, licking and biting softly until she’s writhing beneath me, heels digging into the silk sheets.

Moving lower, I trail open-mouthed kisses down her stomach and over her hips, then settle between her thighs.

I push them wide, keeping those strappy black heels on.

The sight of her glistening pussy right in front of me makes my mouth water.

“Look at you,” I rasp, "so fucking wet already.”

I drag my tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her taste.

Emory moans and grinds her core against my stubble. I grip her thighs hard to hold her open and do it again, firmer this time, circling her swollen clit before sucking it between my lips.

“Rashid—oh God—” Her hands fly to my hair and her fingers curl into fists, pulling it.

I groan against her, making her tremble at the vibration, then eat her like a starving man—long, hungry strokes of my tongue, sucking her clit, then pushing my tongue inside her heat.

She’s dripping down my chin when I slide two fingers into her, curling them deep while I focus on her clit with relentless suction.

Her moans grow louder and more desperate, then her thighs start to shake around my head. I fuck her with my fingers faster, sucking harder, until her whole body goes rigid and convulsions start rippling through her body.