Page 46 of Filthy Hot Prince

She shook her head at me and asked, “And you? What do you think of red?”

I gazed at her hair, the silky strands and the rich color. “Lust. It reminds me of passion. It is purely sexual for me.”

Her breathing increased as she shuffled on the saddle. I bit back my groan when I felt her pressing against me.

“How so?” She asked innocently.

I leaned down closer to her ear, lightly caressing her arms. “It makes my body warm, as if a fire is burning inside me. Right now, all I can think about is the rich color of your hair. How your cheeks look when you blush with embarrassment—” Valeria’s cheeks flushed, a smirk formed on my lips. “—just like that, or with sexual excitement.”

She squirmed again.

I exhaled sharply, my fingers threatening to slide inside her pants as I caressed her stomach under her top. “Are you excited, Valeria?” I whispered in her ear. “If I slide my fingers inside your underwear, would your pussy be wet and pink for me just like this morning,hm?”

She gasped, her hips bucking, wanting more. “Khalid,” Valeria pleaded, her voice sultry.

“Tell me what you want, my sweet,” I said, my voice husky as I breathed in her rosy delicate scent. “Say it.”

“Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?”

I wanted to hear her say it. See her cheeks turn red.

But Valeria had another thing in mind. She held my hand that was on her stomach and lowered it down her hips, over her lace covered mound.

“Here,” she whispered, her voice full of arousal.

Cupping her, I squeezed her pussy, groaning at the feel of wetness. “Already wet for me, sweet girl.”

Valeria whimpered, leaning back when I slid her underwear to the side and rubbed her slicked slit. She felt my hardness poking her lower back and gasped when I palmed her breast with my other hand. The muscles of her thighs relaxed and tensed when I played with her clit, my lips descending on her neck, licking her beating pulse.

She moaned in my arms as I lowered herkeffiyehand watched her heady expression through my half-lidded eyes. She looked so fucking hot, begging and squirming in my arms. Her breathy voice and her needy body arched in my arms as if she couldn’t wait for more. As if she needed me.Wantedme.

I inserted a finger inside her wet folds, sinking my teeth into the soft skin of her neck when she clenched me. “I can’t wait to ravish you, Valeria,” I grunted, her soft gasps getting louder and louder when I slid another finger into her heat.

“Please,” she begged again, her eyes squeezing shut.

I tweaked her nipple through her thin shirt. “Ride my fingers, sweet one.”

Her freckles became prominent when light pink dusted over her cheeks. “I have—”

I could sense the hesitation in her voice. Softly fondling her breast, I whispered, “Go on, you can ride my fingers and fuck yourself or you can wait till you get to ride my cock.”

Surprise, shock and arousal were clear on her face, her pussy clenching my fingers. “I get to ride your…?”

I chuckled softly, licking her ear. “You have to earn it, Valeria.”

“Earn it?” Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red as she looked away, squirming in my hand. “You are so arrogant—ah!”

I pressed my thumb on her clitoris, slowly rolling it around with little pressure. Her fingers dug into my forearms when I repeated my actions. “It’s your choice, my sweet one. You can ride my fingers hereor wait. Which one will it be?”

Valeria didn’t answer me. She closed her eyes and slowly bucked her hips against my fingers, holding my arms as leverage to ride herself to orgasm. I smirked, proud of her, and continued playing with her breasts, watching her chest flush and heave as her breathing increased.

“That’s my good girl,” I purred, kissing her jaw. She was clamping my fingers as if her life depended on it. “You’re going to cum riding my fingers, aren’t you,hm?”

“Yes.”

“Yes,what?”

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