Free Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance by Sarah Croix

me. There was excitement, curiosity and unbridled desire - but no fear. Still, I felt the urge to tell him I had never been with anyone else.
    “Aziz… I… I’ve never been with anyone,” I said softly against his hear. He stopped kissing my breasts and, pulling out, rested his hands on my hips and looked straight into my eyes.
    “Never?” he asked, genuine wonder flickering behind his eyes.
    “Never,” I nodded.
    He smiled at me. Not his usual grin or smirk - a smile. An honest to goodness smile. In it I saw care and gentleness, something all the tabloids around the world had never cared to see in him. He said nothing, but in that smile there were all the words I needed to hear.
    He grabbed me by the hand and took me to the bed; I sat there, looking up at him expectantly. He leaned in, climbing on top of me, and lay his lips against mine. We kissed gently, our tongues dancing around each other as his body pressed down on mine.
    “I need it to be you…” The words escaped my lips even before I knew it. It was a confession, a deJasminetion of desire and… love? “I want you to be my first.”
    “I will, Natalie. I will,” and with that he grabbed at my skirt, pulling it down my legs. For a second I felt exposed, lying in bed wearing only in my black thong, my naked body there for him to see. But all that vanished as I noticed the look in his eyes - in his face there was lust and desire, yes, but there was also appreciation and kindness.
    Aziz started kissing down my neck, his lips travelling down and over my breasts, resting for a second on each of my nipples. Then he kept going, carefully kissing every inch of my body as he travelled down my belly to the hem of my thong. He grabbed at the fabric with his teeth, slowly pulling it down my legs and revealing my pussy. I pressed my legs together by instinct as he did it; it was embarrassing to reveal my naked body for the first time in my life. But I relaxed then as he kissed his way back up my legs and thighs, all the way over to my lips.
    Looking into his eyes, I let my fingers fall down his chest and I started unbuttoning his jeans. I could already feel a hard and firm shape brushing against my knuckles, and that made swallow hard.
    It’s happening, it’s really happening, I repeated over and over again inside my mind. When the last button came undone, his cock straining against his boxer briefs and touching my fingers, I almost feared my heart would burst - he was huge! Now, I didn’t really have someone to compare him to but, judging by all the stories I had heard from friends and by the furtive glances I had thrown at random guy’s crotches, there was no other term I would categorize him with: Aziz was frighteningly huge.
    For a fraction of a second I thought it would be impossible for him to fit in me… There was just no way it could happen. But his lips on mine, his skin’s warmness spreading through my body, all that became nothing more than a silly concern. It would happen, and it would be as perfect as I had ever wanted it to be.
    I curled my fingers around the massive shape and started stroking it up and down, unsure if what I was doing was pleasant enough. It probably was, judging by the almost savage way he started to kiss me. I kept doing it harder and harder as I felt his breathing grow deeper and then, when he least expected it, I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, his massive cock springing free in an almost menacing way. I darted for it with both hands, feeling it pulse against my fingers. God, I wanted nothing more than to feel that sweet thickness buried deep inside of me. Just holding it in my hands was almost too much… I didn’t know how I could survive having him in me, but I needed it as badly as I needed to breathe. No, damn it, I needed it more than I had ever needed to breath.
    He kissed my cheek and, looking into my eyes, he smiled once more. I smiled back at him, nodding and telling him that yes, I was ready. I didn’t