Page 80 of Filthy Hot Prince

I nodded, pulling her close, tightening my arms around her. “Now that I know you are the same girl I have been looking for all these years… I want to fuck you even more. I want to bend you over and fill you with my cum, Valeria.”

“Filthy Prince,” she gasped, grinding her hips down my thigh.

Valeria loved how he emitted a low groan, kissing her mouth before removing their clothes and bending her over the nearest table, like he had promised. She gasped when he pushed everything off of it to make her comfortable and pressed his hard erection against her dripping wet folds.

“You drive me so fucking wild, Valeria,” I said, tangling my fingers in her hair and tugging them back when I smacked her ass.

She moaned sweetly, her fingers stretching over the table to hold the other hand. I stroked the pink hue on her ass and nudged her legs wider. I pressed a kiss on her neck and rubbed her clitoris, slowly pushing myself inside her warm heat.

Valeria gasped, and I sighed, both of us burning together at our unison. Her tightness clamped around me, clenching me deliciously, and sending shivers of tremors all over my body. I groaned, trailing my palm over her smooth back before holding her neck and slamming inside her with more force. Her supple body rocked forward, the table hitting against the wooden wall of the shed, when I repeated my action with powerful thrusts.

The muscles on my back clenched with tremors, my deltoids tight when I leaned over her smooth back, rolling her hard clit and feeling her stretch around me.

“H-how do we look?” She whispered, looking over her shoulder.

“Fucking beautiful, my sweet,” I grunted as I rocked inside her dripping heat. “You are so wet for me. Your,fuck, cunt coating my cock with all your juices. Here, feel it.”

Holding her wrist, I made a V with her fingers and slid it over our unison. Her soft gasp as she felt us fucking was the sound of angels in my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head back as I lost myself inside her warmth.

Valeria moaned loudly, the fullness of my girth and the pleasure of my thrusts making her tether to the edge as she clutched on to the wooden table underneath her.

“I… I am going to—”

“Yes,” I hissed, my thrusts deep and gentle. “Cum on me, my sweet one. Let me feel your cunt clench me.”

Valeria whimpered, his dirty words brushing over her ear, his warm breath caressing her neck. After a couple of thrusts, she was clenching him tightly, her walls spasming with the orgasm, when she came with a loud groan. Loud enough to alert anyone outside the shed that someone was definitely fucking inside there.

I gripped her hips and shuddered, coating the insides of her walls with my release. I squeezed my eyes shut to remove the images of Valeria pregnant with my child, making love to her and holding our baby together with her in my lap.

It was too much, it felt too much.

I was not ready for that.

I pulled out, cleaning us with my shirt and apologizing for my handprints on her hips. I embraced her in a hug, wanting to feel the warmth and softness of her skin against my hard skin. Kissing the top of her head, I was ready to confess my feelings for her. In a shed where we had just fucked like animals.

Nonetheless, I was more than ready.

“Do you feel it?” Valeria whispered, caressing my back and cupping my neck.

I knew what she was talking about. The air remained musky with sex, but with a sizzle of electricity, something raw and vulnerable.

“I do,” I replied, and pulled back to cup her cheeks.

“I love you, Valeria.”

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