Page 69 of Filthy Hot Prince

Part III

“Rose Colored Sorrow.”

Valeria

(Valeria first person, Khalid third person)

“Spread your legs wider, Valeria,” Khalid’s husky voice floated through the studio, reminding me of my position.

“I am trying,” I whimpered, the teasing cool air brushing over my exposed, heated skin. Especially my bare sex.

Khalid’s voice was in-between a teasing and soothing tone when he said, “Only for a while, my sweet one. I need to draw your swollen pink clit.”

I glared in his direction, knowing well he was smirking at my delicious torture. It had been four days since we had sex for the first time, opening up to each other, both emotionally and physically. Since then, we had been having sex and making love in every way possible when we were not painting or eating.

That morning when Khalid was bathing me like he always did, he had told me that the painting only needed final touches which he could do by himself. Before I could get sad, he had asked me if he could paint some more of my body. Something more private and erotic. Only for his eyes.

I, of course, had agreed.Aftershowing him how much I loved that idea. The water had turned cold by the time we stepped out of the bath, naked and flush with our release. Khalid helped me dress up and had breakfast with me before leading me to the painting studio.

“Khalid,” I almost begged, my core heating with growing wetness as I sat on the chaise, naked, and legs spread. “How much longer?”

I let out a soft gasp when he leaned closer to flick a brush on my taut nipple. I wanted him to do it again.

“Be patient, Valeria. I have yet to paint your beautiful breasts. And…” Khalid shamelessly raked his eyes over her bare body, ripe and flush. “I enjoy seeing you naked. Your cunt dripping with need. You must be really turned on,hm?”

I clenched my legs, nodding slightly as liquid heat seeped out of me at his dirty words.

“We must do something about it,” Khalid said, dipping the small brush in pink color and outlining her slicked lips with the color on the canvas. He was painting her pussy, her lips blooming like a flower, sweet nectar pouring out of her.

“Touch yourself, Valeria,” he said. “Use your finger and rub your clit.”

My cheeks turned red upon hearing the command in his voice. I supported myself on my palm, leaning back and trailing my middle finger down my smooth stomach. My muscles clenched with anticipation, my skin prickling with Khalid’s heavy gaze. I let out a soft sigh when my finger found the hardened button.

“Good girl. Now keep rubbing it,” he said in a husky voice, watching me pleasure myself.

“I… I need—”

“Shh, my sweet. Do as I say and keep rubbing your clit. Don’t cum just yet, I am not finished with you.”

I bit down on my lip, my body quivering with the need to release while my fingers kept rubbing the clit which was getting over stimulating. I moaned, feeling my wetness slide out from me to my inner thigh. I gasped when his calloused, warm finger swiped over my thigh. My legs clenched with need, hearing him suck on the finger.

Khalid

I groaned at the sweet taste of Valeria.

I eyed her wet cunt, her arousal dripping out of her, her slicked lips clenching and pulsing when her fingers kept rubbing over her little nub, taunting me to hold her thighs down and have her for lunch. My cock was aching in my confines, hardening, and bulging in my pants.

When I found her finger teasing her entrance and pushing inside her, I almost lost it.

“Valeria, didn’t I tell you to rub your clit?”

I finished painting her outer lips, loving the sounds of her little moans and heavy pants. “Khalid, please…” she begged, her moan ringing in my ears like a sweet melody.

“Please what, sweet? I didn’t ask you to touch your pussy, did I?”

Valeria shook her head, her fingers stopping their decent when the air became heavier. I stood up from the stool and stepped towards her. Calm dark eyes staring down at her naked figure. Sitting beside her, I raked my hand through her silky red hair and pressed a passionate kiss over her lips. She scrunched her fingers on my shirt, groaning in my mouth when I kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipple roughly between my fingers. I took her pink nipple in my mouth and soothed the burn with my tongue before biting it again.

I turned her around on the chaise, bending her over as her delicious pale ass faced me. I was careful to rest her head on the soft chaise, spreading her knees on the Egyptian rug. My hands slid to her shoulders, dancing over her hot skin and brushing over her spine, making her arch her back to my touch. I let out a low grunt when Valeria pressed her ass towards the erection straining in my pants.

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