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Arab Gay Alpha Saif
Saif had always been the leader, the dominant force in every room he entered. His body was built like a warrior—broad chest, thick arms, a chiseled jaw that commanded obedience. The scent of oud and sweat clung to his skin, an intoxicating mix that made men weak. But Saif didn’t just dominate in the streets—he ruled in the bedroom, where his hunger knew no limits. Arab gay men like him didn’t ask. They took.
In the neon-lit backstreets of the Medina, he spotted Karim. Slim, toned, and with the kind of gaze that could strip a man bare. Saif knew instantly—this one needed to be broken in. He approached slowly, his presence overpowering, his dark eyes locked onto his prey. Karim held his ground, lips slightly parted, but there was fire in his defiance. A true Arab gay beauty, waiting to be tamed.
“You looking for something?” Karim murmured, voice laced with challenge.
Saif smirked. “I take what I want.”
The First Touch
Saif wasn’t a man of hesitation. His rough hands grabbed Karim by the wrist, pulling him into the shadows. The young man gasped but didn’t resist, his breath shallow as Saif pinned him against the cool stone wall. The air between them thickened, the heat undeniable. It was the kind of moment only an Arab gay alpha could create—total control, raw dominance.
Saif ran a calloused hand down Karim’s chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath his touch. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to Karim’s ear.
“I don’t tremble,” Karim shot back, but his voice wavered.
Saif smirked. “Then prove it.”
He pressed his mouth to Karim’s, devouring him. The kiss was brutal, filled with unspoken desire, with dominance that made Karim’s knees weaken. Saif bit down on his lower lip, pulling a moan from him, one he immediately swallowed with another deep kiss.
Karim barely had time to react before Saif spun him around, pressing him hard against the wall. “You’re mine tonight,” Saif growled, hands gripping Karim’s hips with possession. This was what it meant to be with a real Arab gay alpha.
Complete Submission
They barely made it inside before Saif had Karim on the mattress, pinning him down with his full weight. Karim struggled, just enough to test him, to see how far he could push before Saif reminded him who was in control.
Saif wasted no time. His teeth scraped over Karim’s jaw, down his neck, marking him as his. He moved lower, his tongue tracing the lines of Karim’s sculpted torso. The young man gasped, arching into his touch, his fingers gripping Saif’s shoulders as the heat between them burned hotter. Arab gay encounters didn’t get more intense than this.
“You like giving up control, don’t you?” Saif’s voice was rough, teasing.
Karim clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.
Saif chuckled darkly. “I’ll make you beg.”
His hands were everywhere—gripping, teasing, claiming. Karim’s body responded before his mind could catch up, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that Saif delivered with ruthless precision. Every thrust, every bite, every touch was a reminder that Saif was the Alpha, and Karim was his. No Arab gay man had ever dominated him like this.
The Alpha’s Mark
Saif was relentless. His hunger insatiable. He drove Karim to the edge again and again, pushing him past his limits, making him crave more than he ever thought possible. The room was filled with moans, with the sound of skin against skin, with the raw, animalistic passion that neither of them could control. Arab gay heat at its purest.
Saif didn’t stop until Karim was spent, body trembling, breath ragged. He smirked down at him, his fingers lazily tracing the marks he had left behind. “Now you understand,” he murmured.
Karim could barely keep his eyes open. “Understand what?”
Saif leaned in, lips brushing over Karim’s ear. “That you belong to me.” Arab gay men always came back for more.
The Aftermath
The sheets were tangled around their bodies, the scent of sex thick in the air. Karim lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his body still buzzing from Saif’s relentless touch. He had never been taken like that before, never been claimed so thoroughly.
Saif propped himself up on one elbow, watching him with a satisfied smirk. “You’ll come back.”
Karim turned his head, meeting his gaze with a challenge. “Maybe next time, I’ll make you work for it.”
Saif chuckled, running a hand down Karim’s side, gripping his hip possessively. “No one makes me work. I take.” Arab gay alphas always take.
Karim felt the heat rise again, the unmistakable hunger in Saif’s eyes. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
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