Page 103 of Filthy Hot Prince

So I did, holding onto his shoulders as he held my waist, slowly moving my hips and riding him, looking down at our unison. I whimpered, hiding my face in the crook of his neck as pleasure took over me, waves after waves rocking over my trembling body.

Khalid fucked me harder, thrusting inside me by tightening his arm around my waist, making my walls spasm around him. He wanted me to come again, his length hitting the sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed my clitoris, asking me, ordering me to orgasm once more.

The look in his eyes was feral, filled with passion and love for me as we moved together in unison. I groaned and thrashed in his arms when he fucked me while I rode him, his hands on my pale breasts.

He rolled us over, our lips meeting in a clumsy kiss before Khalid held my leg over his torso and thrust deeper inside me. We both groaned in unison, reaching climax together and falling apart on each other.

I hummed softly when release washed over me, my mind turning black and white, feeling the warm spurt of his climax coating the insides of my walls.

“I love you so fucking much, my sweet one,” he whispered, bringing me closer to him as I laid my head on his chest.

I kissed his skin, pulling away to look at his face. So handsome and rugged.

I couldn’t believe he was mine. And I was his.

“I love you, Khalid.”

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