Page 50 of Dirty Wild Sultan

“You are beautiful, Nasrin,” I whispered, cupping her cheek and gently kissing her lips. She let out a soft moan, her fingers threading my hair. I pulled away and rubbed the pad of my thumb over her bottom full lip. “I have a wish.”

“What is it?” she asked, her voice breathy.

“I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself. Show me how you touch your pussy.”

Her cheeks turned red, the candles and lantern around the balcony casting a soft glow on us. “But you—”

“What? You will deny your sultan’s one wish?” I mocked. “Show mehow you touch yourself.”

“Zain…” she whispered, her lips parted.

“Yes?” I asked, raising my brow, trailing my hand over her sides and softly kneading her heavy breasts. She whimpered above me when I tweaked and rolled her nipples with my fingers.

“I… I will do it,” she said. “But you have to do it with me too.”

I frowned. “Have you never seen a male touch himself before?”

Nasrin laughed andfuck me, I wanted to make her laugh again, hear it over and over again. “It doesn’t matter, I want to see you when I pleasure myself.”

I watched her splay herself across the low table that was draped with dark red velvet. She sat on the table, her stunning body perched directly across from me, my eyes trailing over every inch of her. A cool breeze ruffled the strands of her hair. I licked my lips and leaned back a little when she pulled down her underwear with a shy smile playing across her lips.

Then she spread her legs. Wide.

Clenching my jaw, I tried to control myself from wanting to taste the glistening wetness of her pussy. The scent of her feminine arousal coated the air. The sound of water in the pool splashing surrounded us.

“Touch yourself, Nasrin,” I said. “Let your Sultan watch.”

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Nasrin

The way he said it and ordered my body to move on his command was surreal. His onyx eyes were pinned on me, raking over my body as if he was touching me and licking every inch of my skin. I watched him lean back, his powerful, muscular body glowing in the moonlight. Every contour of his abs and muscles of his golden skin were on display.

Keeping my mouth from watering, I leaned back, my ass perched on the velvet fabric, and lowered my hand from my aching breasts to my waist. His eyes followed my hands, his own fingers working on the zipper of his pants. Lower. I sighed, closing my eyes when my fingers caressed the sensitive clit.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Nasrin,” he said, his voice laced with arousal.

I did, and watched him through my lashes. My powerful sultan. My handsome husband. My Zain.

My eyes trailed over his body, his hands lowering the dark boxers. I licked my lips at the sight of his cock, the tip leaking with precum, when he gently stroked his veiny shaft. I watched him and he watched me. My fingers slick with juices as I pushed them inside me, rubbing my clit with the other hand.

“Zain…” I moaned.

“Nasrin,” he groaned. The sounds of our pleasures surrounded us. Our eyes flickered over each other’s naked bodies, wanting to watch each other come apart with pleasure.

I held onto his shoulder when I rubbed my fingers over the sensitive spot inside me and increasing the pressure on the swollen nub. Zain caressed my waist, his large hand pumping himself, the erotic sounds of his groans sending shivers down my spine, making me cream more.

I climaxed first, my legs trembling with the overpowering orgasm rocking through my body. Squeezing my eyes shut, I let myself sink into the white fiery lust, my body burning. His hand held onto me, gliding over my soft skin, saying my name, whispering it against my neck and groaning against my ear when he reached his own peak.

Zain shuddered, his warm breath fanning over my skin as I watched him reach his peak with half-lidded eyes. His dark golden skin trembling when he came in his hand, his seed coating the insides of my thigh.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his dark eyes hazy with pleasure when he watched me through his thick lashes. “That was the hardest I have ever come, Nasrin. I want to see you climax again.”

“Again?”

“I can never tire from the sight of my beautiful wife moaning my name and reaching her orgasm.”

I blushed at his words. “You are a dirty, wild sultan, Zain.”

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