His Easter Bride Page 2

  “It is. Can I offer you a drink?” I ask, walking over to the minibar.

  “I don’t drink,” she says.

  “Neither do I,” I reply.

  “Religion?” she asks, raising her eyebrow at me.

  “Not at all. I just prefer to remain in control of all of my faculties at all times.”

  “Me too. My sister’s call me a teetotaler or straight edge, but I want all of my decisions to be my own and not dulled or sullied by drinking.”

  “I totally agree,” I say, pouring each of us a glass of water.

  “Thank you,” she says after I hand it to her. She takes a sip and I watch her throat work.

  “Where did you go to college?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “Columbia,” she says laughing.

  “That is in New York, correct?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did you study?”

  “I majored in Middle Eastern, South Asian, and African Studies, with a minor in Theology and Religious studies.”

  “You are certainly in the right place,” I say chuckling.

  “Very much so.”

  “Do you speak any additional languages?”

  “Yes, actually. I pick up languages very easily. I speak eight fluently and I can get by with another six or so.”

  “That is very impressive.”

  “Thank you. What about you?”

  “I speak several languages as well.”

  “Oh, I meant college. Where did you study?”

  “Cambridge. Political Science was my area of study.”

  “Makes sense. I have to admit, I searched for you on the internet. How long have you been Sheik?”

  “About three years now. My father passed away and it was my turn to rule.”

  “I’m sorry for your loss.”

  “He was a great man. My mother was lovely too.”

  “Oh no. They’re both gone?”

  “Yes. My mother died not a week later. I am quite certain it was a broken heart. When Shah’s fall in love it is forever.”

  “Faulkner’s too,” she whispers looking up at me. It’s humbling to know that I am staring at my future. I need her. I want her. I want to own her, body and soul.

  “What is this between us? Why am I so drawn to you? I can’t explain it. Can you? There has to be a reason,” she says, rambling. I move and sit down on the couch next to her. The cushion sinks down, and she tilts into me.

  “This thing between us is everything, Heather. Everything.” She turns her head toward me and licks her lips. Oh, shit. She’s mine. Taking her off guard, I kiss her. She moans, opening her mouth a little I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth.

  “Omar,” she says breathlessly after I move away from her so that I can breathe.

  “Yes?”

  “Kiss me again, please,” she begs, and I have no choice but to give her exactly what she wants. Standing, I extend my hand which she takes. I lead her to the bedroom. I pull her loose head covering from her head and kiss her again before lifting her dress over her head. Her pale skin next to my darker skin turns me on more than it should. I like that she doesn’t appear to be shy about her body as she stands in front of me in just her black bra and panties. She reaches forward and puts her hands under my suit jacket and slides it down my arms. She makes quick work of my shirt and opens my belt. The sound it makes when it hits the floor reverberates all through me. Then my pants are down around my ankles. Stepping out of them, I remove my boxers as well. I stroke my dick while staring at her. She grins at me before falling to her knees in front of me. I let go of myself in shock. My queen kneels before no one, but she looks so beautiful, I can’t make her stand.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, desperate to get inside of her. Desperate for her to do what she’s implying just by being on her knees. I’ve never been a desperate man before but for her I am.

  “Tasting my future Sheik,” she replies. Whatever I thought she was going to say, that wasn’t it. She grips me, running a tight fist up and down my length, using my precum to aid her. She grins up at me before pulling my dick into her hot, wet mouth. The pleasure coursing through my veins is so intense my knees almost buckle. She licks and sucks me while I instinctively and rhythmically thrust my hips in order to fuck her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I groan, my hands going into her hair automatically. I pull her further onto me. She takes me like she was made for me… I don’t have time to dwell on why she is so good at this because my orgasm is rising. My balls tighten up and I can’t even warn her before I am coming down her throat. She swallows all of me. Harshly, I pull out of her mouth, my dick hitting her chin, leaving a wet trace there. No time to apologize, I pull her to her feet, kissing her again. My still hard cock is begging entrance as I push against her panty clad pussy.

  “More. Give me more. Please. Make me yours,” she begs. Fuck, her begging is going to be the death of me.

  “You were mine the second I saw you. You know that don’t you? Every minute of every day since then has been spent bringing you to me. I’ve been waiting for my wife,” I tell her as I kneel before her and slowly pull her panties down her legs.

  “I’ve been waiting for my husband,” she replies as she kicks her panties away. I never expected her to be a virgin. She has a body meant to be worshiped. I’ll thank God every single day I am the only man she’ll ever know in this way and vice versa. I kiss her thighs before standing. She reaches behind her and pulls her bra off, tossing it away. Reaching out, I palm her tits. They are more than a handful. Her skin is a pale pink. Is she blushing? I wonder briefly before taking her nipple in my mouth. She moans and puts her hands in my hair. My cock is harder than it has ever been. I am going to embarrass myself if I don’t get inside of her now. I move to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. She pulls my hair so that she is looking into my eyes.

  “Please, stop teasing me,” she moans. Her voice is breathy and more than a little tense. She needs what only I can give her and God as my witness, I’ll give it to her forever.

  Chapter Four

  Heather

  His responding growl goes all through me as he all but tosses me on the bed. I barely get out my yelp of surprise before my legs are spread wide and his face is buried in my pussy. Magic, pure magic. His tongue is magic.

  “Oh, God,” I scream as his tongue swirls around my clit before going as deep into me as he can. I love that he’s so good at this. Surely, he was lying about never having done this. The man is amazing. His scruffy beard rubs my pussy and I don’t hate it. I move my hips, trying to get closer to his mouth. I’ve become a wanton in such a short amount of time. I can’t wait until he’s inside of me.

  “Omar,” he says, coming up for air. I giggle before he’s back at. It’s a good thing that I am already laying down because my legs are shaking so bad.

  “Fine, Omar,” I say giggling again. In fact, I can’t stop giggling. He moves up my body and looks down at me. The look on his face is so intense it’s almost pained. I can feel his cock digging into my belly and suddenly it’s not so funny anymore. Nothing is in this moment. I sober up immediately. This is real. This is happening. To me. “Omar,” I moan.

  “Yes, Heather? Tell me, what do you need?” I wait with bated breath as he grips his cock and runs it through my wet folds. I gasp at the sensation as the head hits my clit. “Answer me.” His commanding voice compels me to answer.

  “You,” I cry as he slides into me for the first time. He breaks through my innocence in that first thrust, connecting me to him forever. It’s insane how close I feel to him right now. He doesn’t move again. He waits, hard inside of me. Waits and waits. He knows exactly what he's doing by waiting. My pussy clenches in anticipation. He touches my cheek and I lean into it. It would be endearing if my legs weren’t spread so obscenely wide.

  “You are mine now, Heather. For all eternity. You will rule by my side until I draw my last breath. You’ll be my wife,
the mother of my children, my queen, my everything.” My heart skips a beat and I nod. “Marry me tomorrow,” he says, and I gasp again.

  “Yes,” I moan. The word is barely out of my mouth before he’s pulling out of me and slamming back into me. Over and over, in and out. He groans my name but never lets up his pace as he owns me, body and soul. I am so close to coming when he leans down and kisses me. He straightens back up, his abs hitting my clit. That sends me over the edge of sanity into an altered reality I’ve heard about but never believed existed. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was paralyzed. I can’t think about anything other than my pussy and his cock. I scream his name, unable to not scream. My pussy clenches like crazy and his cock swells even more. I feel his release as he squeezes my hips. His fingers dig into me hard enough that I know they will leave marks. He doesn’t stop thrusting for about a minute. I know that he’s filled me full of him and all I can think about is a roly-poly baby boy with dark hair and the best of both of us in him.

  Eventually, he pulls out of me and lies on his back. He pulls me toward him so that I am half laying on him.

  “Are you alright?” he asks me, kissing my forehead. That makes me feel precious to him and I like that feeling.

  “Yes. That was, um… nothing short of amazing,” I whisper, running circles over his chest with my fingers.

  “It was. You’re amazing,” he says causing me to smile.

  “Thank you. You are too,” I say. I’m on the verge of tears for some reason.

  “I should take you home, but selfishly I don’t want to.”

  “I don’t want to go home,” I tell him.

  “Good,” he says before falling asleep. He snores and I find it adorable that he does.

  Sleep eludes me unfortunately. I lay entwined in his arms. One day and my life has changed so much.

  My last thought before going to sleep is that I am going to marry this man. Probably not tomorrow, but some day. I know that I am. We don’t know each other well yet, but we have the rest of our lives to figure it all out.

  The next morning, I wake up to the scent of coffee, at least I think it’s coffee. It smells amazing. As soon as I get up, I notice a robe from the hotel laying at the foot of the bed. I pull it on and follow the scent out to the living area of the suite. Thank God I put the robe on because the room service waiter is still in the room setting the table. My hair isn’t covered but the waiter doesn’t say anything. I’m sure he’s seen much worse. I move to the table. As I go to sit down, he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. I lean down and kiss him.

  “Good morning, love,” he says in his panty-melting British accent. If I was wearing panties, they’d melt, I swear it.

  “Good morning,” I reply before sitting down.

  “Will there be anything else?” the waiter asks in Egyptian Arabic.

  “No, thank you,” he replies in the same language, being sure to tip him.

  “What’s all this?” I ask as soon as the waiter leaves the room.

  “Breakfast. I didn’t know what you would want, so I got everything.”

  “How pragmatic,” I say laughing. Using a fork. I grab some pita bread, ful, and eggs making a delicious sandwich. Ful is the most common breakfast food in Egypt. It’s fava beans that are cooked with oil and salt. It’s delicious and reminds me of pinto beans back home.

  “I try to be,” he says, sipping his coffee. I pour myself a cup and take my first sip of it. It’s so good that I moan at the taste.

  “Oh, wow,” I breathe.

  “That good?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at me.

  “Oh yeah. I’m a bit of a coffee ho,” I say.

  “Coffee ho? I am not familiar with this term,” he says chuckling.

  “Oh, you know. I’d do anything for that first jolt of caffeine in the morning.”

  “Ah, we are similar in this way.”

  It’s my turn to laugh. I like that he’s joking around this morning. Last night was so intense, I thought this morning might be awkward but it’s not.

  “I guess we are,” I say getting back to my breakfast.

  “We can be home in about two hours. I have already alerted my staff of our impending marriage and your coronation,” he says. I choke slightly on my pita bread.

  “What?” I say, swallowing thickly.

  “We discussed this last night. Do you not remember?”

  “I remember. I just thought it was talk,” I say, shrugging.

  “No, I meant every word, Heather. Are you ready to be my wife? Today.” As in today, today? Easter Sunday?

  How can I answer that? While there is nothing I’d like more than to be his wife, surely there are logistics that I can’t even fathom. A dress, my parents, my sisters? What about love? I love him, I know that I do. Can I really marry him without knowing if he loves me too? All of these things run through my mind before I give the only answer I can.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Five

  Omar

  As soon as the word is out of her mouth, I am out of my seat and on her. Lifting her out of her chair, I plant her ass on the table, sending everything on it to the floor. I kiss her lips. She tastes like sin and coffee.

  “Future husband. I need you,” she says opening her robe, showing me that she’s naked underneath it. Fuck. No one has ever made me feel so powerful and so powerless at the same time.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Heather. And now, you’re all fucking mine. You got that. Mine,” I say like a fucking madman because that’s what she makes me feel like. I nuzzle my face into her neck and suck on it, hard, leaving my mark on her. She moans loudly and my cock, already hard, leaks at the thought of getting inside of her.

  “Don’t tease me, Omar. Take me.”

  “Oh, I will, Heather, I will,” I say, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Opening my robe, I run my cock through her folds before slamming inside of her.

  “Omar, oh God, please. Harder, more. Something, anything,” she mumbles before her eyes roll back into her head.

  “Good. Girl. Take. It,” I say, each word punctuated with a hard thrust of my cock inside of her. Her pussy and the table taking a beating. The sound is music to my fucking ears. Her legs wrap around my waist, tightening. She mewls her pleasure as I feel my orgasm rising. Abruptly, I pull out of her and drop to my knees. I bury my face in her pussy and make her come quickly. Her sweet pussy juice coats my tongue like the finest syrup. Her hands pull my hair and she screams my name so loud that I am surprised my security detail doesn’t bust into the room. I can’t fucking take it anymore. Needing to be inside her again, I stand in order to slam into her. The force of my thrust moves the table a few feet. I wait until the table stops moving before fucking in and out of her like a man possessed by a demon. Pulling out of her again, I flip her onto her belly so that I can fuck her from behind. The gorgeous ass that first captivated me is exposed to me and I can’t help bringing my open palm down on her right cheek hard. She moans and looks over her shoulder at me. Her green eyes are shining. Full of love and lust, they tell me everything I need to know about this woman.

  “Do it again,” she demands, and I comply immediately, groaning as I do so. I merely did it to watch her ass jiggle. I had no idea she’d actually like it.

  “Does my future wife like being spanked?” I ask.

  “Yes. I really do,” she replies as I slide my cock into her wet and waiting pussy. She buries her face in her arm. To what, muffle her screams of pleasure? Once we are home, she can shout the roof down and no one will ever hear her.

  I hit her ass two more times before gripping her hips and using them as leverage to fuck into her deeper and deeper. I am mindless as I fuck her. She brings out the animal in me and I am thankful. As different as we are, we are perfect for each other. I might be too old for her, but I don’t care. She is the queen I’ve been waiting for and I am going to give her everything.

  “I love you,” I groan as my cock twitches within her. She turns her head ag
ain, looking directly at me.

  “I love you too,” she whimpers as her pussy contracts around me. “Omar, I’m coming.”

  “Good girl. Come for me,” I growl as I fuck into her faster and faster before filling her with my seed again. Spent, I drape myself over her back, catching my breath. Breeding her is the only thought I have.

  Breeding my queen.

  Slowly, I pull out of her. She stands and turns to me, putting her arms around my shoulders. She kisses me for a bit before springing into action. How the hell does she have so much energy?

  “We have so much to do, Omar,” she says excitedly, making her way to the shower. I am surprised to see that the bright red on her hair was a non-permanent dye, but the red that was underneath is breathtaking. Turns out she has to wash her hair with a pigment shampoo for it to stay that way. As I didn’t have that, I was rewarded with her natural hair color. With her stunning green eyes and the shade of red, it’s not hard to determine that she is Irish.

  We shower together, which turns into another hard fuck. She can take anything I give her and that turns me on even more. Shouldn’t she be sore? I’ve used and abused her pussy several times now, but she takes my cock each time without so much as a wince.

  We spend another hour loving each other before we finally get dressed. I check out of the hotel before we head over to the embassy, being sure to pay for the china I broke fucking her on the table. There, we tell her family the news before we leave. On the way, I called Malik, my personal assistant, who has already begun to rally the troops. Our main religion is The Church of England, so the archbishop will marry us later this afternoon, following his Easter Liturgy. Heather will be crowned immediately following the wedding ceremony. If Malik had any reservations about this suddenness with which I am getting married, he said nothing. He’s far too professional to express such concerns. Her official title will be Sheikah, but she will be my queen in every way. Her parents follow behind us in their own car. Hamid and Irene are already at the palace having gone there last night. Majid and Sasha sit across from us in the car. The girls are talking about wedding dresses, while Majid and I discuss which ring I should give Heather. Our grandmothers left their engagement rings behind for us to choose from. There are four rings and only three of us.