Page 67 of Filthy Hot Prince

I squeezed my eyes and groaned deeply, my shuddering body matching hers, my jaw clenched. Valeria clung to me, rolling her head back as she found her release with a loud moan. We held onto each other for a while, my large hands stroking her waist and soothing her as waves of aftershocks rocked through us.

With slow gentleness, I slid out of her with a sharp sigh, a hint of blood coating her sex. I laid down her quivering legs, watching her body go limp with exhaustion. After telling her that I’d be right back, I went into the bathroom to clean myself and find a rag to clean her. She must be too tired and overwhelmed for a bath at the moment.

Valeria jumped when something warm touched her sore and sensitive sex. I gently stroked her leg. “It’s okay, my sweet one.”

She flushed. “I can clean up myself.”

“I know, you can. But I want to.”

She smiled in my direction, her fingers rubbing over my knuckles as she waited for me to join her on the bed. She breathed lightly when I held her close, pressing a small kiss on her lips. Her breasts pressed against the hard muscles of my chest as she went to sleep, my hand stroking her back.

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Valeria woke up,clenching and rubbing her legs together and mewling softly. Her head was still groggy from the sleep but something was getting stroked over and over on her taut nipples. It turned her on. She sighed again, arching her neck and stretching her arms.

“Hm, you are awake.” Khalid whispered, “How did you sleep?”

Memories of last night came crashing into her mind, making her face flush red. Instinctively, her sex clenched, the sweet soaring pain reminding her of him. How large yet sweet and tender he was.

“I slept well.” She bit her lip when he moved over her, something brushing over her stomach, tickling her. “What are you doing?”

“I am painting on you as I promised, Valeria.” I gave a hard flick to her nipple with the paintbrush, her body squirming. “I am painting your beautiful tits.”

She looked adorable with her red face and trying to hide from me.

I had woken up early to find her cocooned to my chest, sleeping soundly with parted lips. I had been wanting to use the edible paint on her for a long time. So when her maid asked me for the breakfast when I went to the studio, I brought a fruit basket with me to her room.

Valeria tried to sit up, her breasts and stomach covered in something cold and liquid-y. “What is this?” She asked, trailing her finger on her stomach and lifted it up to her nose to know the scent. It smelt like…mangoes.

“Taste it,” I said in a low voice, urging her to suck on her finger.

She did, the sweet taste bursting in her mouth making her hum. “It tastes like mango.”

“Yes. Mango juice. I love mangoes.” I eyed her and the pot of mango juice. We were going to get sticky early this morning. “Lay down for me, my sweet one.”

She frowned, “Why?”

“I have yet to paint you with my own hands. I plan to lick every inch of you.”

Khalid’s dirty words made her nipples harden and toes curl with anticipation. She couldn’t believe herself. How erotic it felt when he licked a straight line from her lower stomach to her belly, to the valley between her breasts, kissing her neck. She cupped his face, wanting to kiss him, and tasted the sweetness of mango juice with a hint of strawberry and even watermelon.

Valeria moaned, spreading her legs. I pulled back, breathing heavily. Taking the cold glass of mango juice, I drizzled it down her neck. She shivered instantly.

“It’s cold.” Valeria bit her lip, her skin tingling when it traveled to her round breasts.

I hummed, my cock twitching for attention, watching it slide over her nipples. I smeared it over her perky tits, licking it off of her hot skin. Valeria let out a low moan when my hot tongue tasted her, licking and sucking on her taut nipples and breasts. Liquid heat seeped out of her when I held her waist and devoured her soft skin.

I knew Valeria was aroused when her voice turned sultrier and huskier, her body moving beneath me. I licked her belly, pressing soft kisses and softly kneading her pink breasts to soothe the assault of my mouth on them.

Her thigh brushed my hard length. I cursed, my dick straining to find her heat and take her again. I wanted to, but I knew better. She must be sore from last night, and I didn’t want to cause her any more pain or discomfort.

When Valeria thought Khalid might have her yet again, she pouted at him when he pulled away, telling her that they needed to get clean. She would rather get dirty and hot with the filthy hot prince, but she kept it to herself, too shy to voice out her thoughts.

In a night, he had turned her into a minx.

“But I thought we would, you know…” Valeria trailed off, sitting up on the bed.

I shamelessly stared at her creamy skin, flushed under my gaze and covered in a bit of cold mango juice and the red strawberry juice I had painted on her stomach. Her red hair was tousled, her alabaster skin glowing in sunlight that streamed through the open balcony.

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