Page 38 of Filthy Hot Prince

I let out a groan and found her hand to entwine my fingers with hers. I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her velvety walls, adding another finger. Valeria’s body arched up to me, her hips moving towards me and clenching my hand.

Valeria was feeling the coil inside her unwind and flutter when my fingers moved inside her. She wanted more.So much more.

I could sense her impatience, feel the pressure increasing in her body, but I was selfish. I wanted to drag out her climax before watching her come apart. My aching cock was pressing against the confines of my trousers, wanting to feel her warm heat clench around me the way it did around my fingers.

I leaned down, her musky feminine scent wafting in my nose as I pressed a small kiss on her sensitive sex. She squeezed my hand, a gasp tearing out of her throat before turning into a loud moan when my hot lips found her pleasure bud, sucking it in my mouth and licking it at the same time, my fingers thrusting inside her.

Her moans, the rocking of her hips, and her scent were making me heady with lust. My body was burning and aching for a release. I pulled away, leaving her feeling empty when I removed my fingers. I pressed them carefully against her slightly parted lips, and her sex clenched at the scent of herself.

She wanted to hide her flushed face, but she stopped herself when I spoke in a guttural tone.

“Suck,” I ordered. The primal part of me enjoyed the way her naked body squirmed underneath me. So sweet and erotic. “Taste yourself, Valeria.”

Like a good girl, she parted her lips. I watched in awe, twitching in my pants. With my eyes on her face and her hollowed cheeks as she tasted herself, I leaned down and licked the sweet nectar from her bare sex.

I groaned and closed my eyes at the heady, musky taste of her, and repeated my actions with more pressure on my tongue. Valeria responded quickly, her muffled moans causing me to remove my fingers and push her hips down so I could lick her properly.

She tasted just as sweet as she looked, if not more.

“You taste like fucking heaven, my sweet,” I whispered in deep voice, my warm breath sensitizing her more. “I can get drunk off of you.”

Valeria’s reply was a plea which I gladly obeyed, licking her and eating her out gently. My fingers pushed inside her, my tongue flicking the clitoris, making her reach out and hold on to my soft, thick hair.

I increased my pace and fucked her relentlessly with my digits, her arousal coating them while my tongue took solace in making gentle, soft circles around her swollen pink nub.

The maddening pace of both gentle and rough was making Valeria tether to edge.

I squeezed her hand. “Let go, sweetheart.”

She mumbled something incoherent and came apart on my mouth and fingers when they curled inside her. The pressure growing inside her exploded and made her skin burn hot. Melting arousal pooled out of her and she couldn’t stop when her eyes watered with pleasure, tiny explosions of heat spiraling through her body.

It was maddening.

She loved it.

I watched in absolute awe, watching her fall apart. Her wild red hair spread out on the pillows, her lips parted when she breathed out my name, and her eyes watering. I kissed away her tears, the saltiness coating my lips as I soothed her down. I trailed my hand through her trembling legs and kissed her when she lifted her head to touch me. Her fingers ran through my hair and pulled me closer, deeper, her sensitized breasts pressing against my hot body.

Valeria

I had never felt something like this.

I had never felt more alive.

I wanted to—

I pulled away when his large hands cupped my face with a gentleness I had never felt before.

“Is that you?”

Khalid’s cheeks warmed when she felt his bulge brushing over her thigh. His pupils dilated when she spread her legs, pulling him closer. He let out a soft grunt when his hardened length pressed over her melting heat.

He rasped out, “Valeria.”

The hoarse sound of his voice and the fiery feeling on my core sent a jolt through my body, my back arching off the bed.

“Please,” I begged, not knowing what I was begging him for. My head was fussy, and I wanted him all over me, to make me combust with that feeling again.

I wanted Khalid. In all the ways possible.

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