Page 39 of Dirty Wild Sultan

Her cheeks reddened, her eyes darkening as she licked her lips. “What if I am asking just that?”

I shook my head at her in disbelief. “I won’t be gentle,” I warned when she lowered herself in front of me again, the bed dipping once again, the slit on her nightgown revealing the delicious dusky golden skin of her thighs.

“I don’t mind,” she said, her warm breath caressing my sensitive shaft. I clenched my jaw when she took me in her mouth once again, my fingers digging on her scalp as my climax grew closer and closer.

I held her hair, caressing her hollowed cheeks when I filled her. “Stop me if it hurts, Nasrin.”

Her eyes met mine as I thrust inside her welcoming mouth, watching them get wide. I stayed still, my breathing harsh. I slowly slid out and repeated my actions. Her fingers dug into my inner thigh, her legs squirming as the sounds of my low groans echoed in the room.

Nasrin moaned when I fucked her mouth, the reverberations tightening my balls as I peaked over my edge. I warned her before sliding my entire length inside her and groaned, releasing thick spurts of my seed inside her mouth.

I licked my lips, watching her neck bob as she swallowed, my heart thundering in my ears. She pulled back to lick at the veins of my shaft.

I sighed and fell back on the bed, muttering, “You truly wreck me.”

Nasrin straddled me, her face flushed and hair tousled. “Was that too much for the sultan of such a powerful country?” She teased with a grin, having no right to be so beautiful after doing… what she did moments ago.

I glided my hands over the soft skin of her thighs. “It was. I have never felt that way before. Thank you.”

She frowned. “You don’t have to thank me, Zain. Was it truly that good of a blow—?”

“Sultan!”

I made a sound of complaint, hearing the guard at our door knocking and calling me. I had to ignore the small whine Nasrin made when I pulled away from her, apologizing for the disturbance, and wore my dark robe from the armchair.

Making sure I looked decent, I unlocked the door and glared at the guard. “What was so important that you had to wake me—”

“It’s your siblings, Sultan. Prince Khalid asked for you and to tell you it’s urgent. Something about Princess Zara.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

“I will meet them in her room in a few minutes,” I said, and closed the door.

Nasrin was standing by the bed, a frown marring her gorgeous face, her nightgown in disarray. “Did something happen? Is Zara in any trouble?”

“When is she not in trouble, Nasrin,” I sighed and smiled at the thought of my little sister causing trouble wherever she goes. “She has been a tiny rebel ever since our father died. Going horse riding alone in a desert with no guards, painting with Khalid when she should be studying with her tutor, pranking Zayed, knowing full well that he is a sheikh.”

I shook my head and buttoned my shirt, “We have tried so hard to protect her, but she can’t stay long without causing some trouble.”

Nasrin walked towards me, straightening the collars of my shirt. I tried to keep my heart steady when she smiled at me. “Let her be, Zain. She is a teenager and she should have a little fun. She is kind, and I have seen her threaten a guard and he looked ready to piss his pants, so I am sure she can protect herself.”

“I know she can,” I said, thinking about the past. My cruel father. The night he died. “But that doesn’t mean we will ever stop worrying about her.”

I kissed her forehead. “I am not sure when I will be back. Get some rest and eat the cake. Don’t make any plans for this evening.”

“Why?”

I paused at the door and looking over my shoulder, I answered, “I am taking you out, wife.”

Her eyes sparkled. I didn’t know I was smiling when I entered the usual bubbly room of Zara, the gloomy atmosphere wiping the smile off of my face. She was sitting on her bed while Khalid was standing near the window, his posture stern.

What the hell happened here?

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Nasrin

It seemed like the memories of his warm body around me had burned in my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about that morning, the way I had been so flustered and aroused. His grip on my waist was strong, his thrusts powerful when they rubbed over me, making me ache for him, his words dirty but his voice velvety smooth.

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