Page 28 of Dirty Wild Sultan

He smirked, as if he could read my mind. “Now, now, don’t be angry. I will help you climax, Princess.”

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Zain

Ihad to fight off my grin, even though I felt a little guilty for stopping Nasrin from reaching her high. But I needed her to approve of my conditions for the marriage.

“Out with it,” she said, glaring at me.

With little thought, I brought my glistening fingers to my mouth and tasted her. Met her wide eyes, groaning at the honeyed taste of her. So sweet. So heavenly.

I pulled back and licked my lips, her exotic taste lingering in my mouth. “One, I do not want you to have any lovers after marriage. Two, we sleep in the same room. Three, we use protection.”

Her eyes blinked at me as if she was pulled out of some daze. Her beautiful caramel eyes narrowed at me. “Is that all?”

I nodded and shamelessly raked my eyes over her bare body. Blood flowing south in my body at the sight of her wet curves, her round breasts pink with my kissing and biting.

“I wish I could add another condition to have you naked when we are alone, but I do not want to get kicked in my crotch,” I confessed.

Her cheeks flamed, her eyes lowering to the said crotch, which made her neck flame red. She was flushing at the sight of my hardened dick pressing against my stomach.

Nasrin muttered quickly, “I accept your three conditions.”

“Not the last one?” I urged.

“No,” she mused. “You are so...”

“Irresistible?”

“No.”

“Enchanting?”

“No. You are dirty and wild.”

I narrowed my eyes at her and flicked my wrist in the water so that it splashed across her. She gaped at me as I muttered, “That was not nice of you.”

She didn’t reply. She cupped her palm in the water and before I could pull back, it splashed over my face, drenching my hair, too.

Taking a deep breath, I rubbed off the water from my face, glaring at Nasrin who was smiling at me. “That was definitely not nice of you,” I whispered, holding her hand. I ignored her squeal of laughter as she closed her eyes, expecting to be held underwater in the bath.

But the sweet fool didn’t know I was smiling at her scrunched face. Her beauty awed me. Her golden skin, her sharp cheekbones, full lips that were shut closed, hiding the toothy grin.

Nasrin finally opened her eyes, her pupils widening. Without another thought, I closed my eyes and claimed her soft lips with mine. I pulled her closer, her breasts pressing against my muscular chest. I breathed when her lips burned into mine in a sweet caress.

It wasn’t like the kiss we had at the club. It was different. More intimate. More open. More passionate.

Our mouths explored each other, my hands gliding over her naked body, touching the wet naked skin while her fingers threaded in my hair. My stiffened length pressed against her legs, and I remembered how much she must be aching. How wet her pussy had been when I had interrupted her.

“Let me,” I breathed, pulling away. “Let me make you come.”

Her eyes had turned dark as she nodded, allowing my hand to dip between her legs again. My fingers rubbed over the slick juices of her arousal around her heated sex, noticing every pant and gasp escaping her red lips, swollen with kisses.

I supported her back with a hand, her chest flush against mine, feeling her thudding heart and ragged breathing. She tried to balance herself in the bath, but she knew I had her. I wouldn’t let her slip and injure herself. I wanted to pull her onto my lap, but I was afraid that if I had her on my lap, I wouldn’t be fucking her with just my fingers.

“Do you want me to fuck you like this, Nasrin?” I asked, my breathing harsh. “Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy with my fingers,hm?”

She nodded, her eyes closing shut when her hips pressed against my hand, riding herself on my palm. “Please,” she whispered.

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