Page 51 of Dirty Wild Sultan

He gave me a small smile and apologized to me, cleaning my inner thigh with his expensive shirt. Before he could clean himself, I lowered myself from the low table and kneeled across him on the soft fabric of the seating.

“Allow me, Sultan,” I said, waiting for him to consent.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes gleaming when they trailed over my naked body. He nodded, pulling me close and kissing me on the lips before allowing me to do whatever I wanted with him.

I pressed sweet kisses over his chest, his abs, and watched them tense and relax under my touch. Kissing down the sharp vee of his hip bones, I lowered myself until I was face to face with his semi-hard length.

Flickering my eyes to his face, I stroked him slowly, squeezing his girthy shaft. I leaned down and licked the tip, humming at his musky male scent. I loved the way he tasted. Dipping lower, I took him in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him while stroking the base with my hand.

“Nasrin,” Zain groaned, his hand threading in my hair.

I pulled away to lick his length, the veins, and swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. He groaned again when I took him in my warm mouth, my hands holding onto his powerful thighs. Relaxing my throat, I took him deeper, but before I could properly deep throat him, he pulled me away.

He was panting hard, his erect length jutting out to his stomach when he gazed at me. I licked my lips, wondering if I didn’t do a good job. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

Zain shook his head and laid me down on the soft velvet of the seating. “I didn’t want to release inside your mouth,” he whispered, hovering above me and kissing me gently.

“But I wanted you to,” I confessed.

“Maybe some other time,” he said, leaning back on his knees, staring at my naked body sprawled across him. “I need to have you, Nasrin. Make sweet love to you.”

My eyes burned when I gazed at him.This beautiful, sweet man wanted to make love to me.Nodding at him, I spread my legs wider. “Make love to me, Zain.”

His warm hands gliding over my thighs, his eyes eyeing my heated sex. “Oh…” I moaned when he leaned down and pressed his mouth against my pussy.

Zain groaned, his lips licking and sucking over my sensitive clit. My back arched off the soft fabric when he placed my legs over his shoulders, spreading my legs wider. My fingers tugged at his thick dark hair, my long moans encouraging him when he dipped his finger inside me. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and enjoy the immense pleasure he was giving me, but all I could focus on was his onyx eyes. They gazed at me while he languorously ate me out.

“Zain,” I breathed out. “Please, I can’t hold back any longer.”

He pulled away, licking his lips and humming as if he was having a delicious treat. My mouth went dry when I watched him pull out his finger, glistening with my arousal, and place it on my bottom lip.

“Taste how sweet you are, Nasrin,” he whispered, urging me to wrap my lips around his finger, licking the sweet, musky taste of myself.

His eyes were dark, like two obsidian pools when he settled himself over me, the large expanse of his muscular body hovering above me. I spread my legs to accommodate him, taking a sharp breath when I felt him brush through my entrance.

“Is it okay?” I asked him, cupping his jaw.

Zain smiled at me, kissing the corner of my lips. “Yes, my wife. Tell me if I am doing anything wrong, okay? I don’t want to cause you any pain.”

“You won’t, Zain.” My fingers feathered over the nape of his neck as I wrapped my legs around his hips, “Please don’t make me wait.”

Taking a deep breath, he pressed his stiffened length against my dripping sex. I curled my fingers around his shoulder when he slid inside, his girthy shaft stretching my walls. I gasped. He groaned. My entire body was burning when he filled me up, inch by inch, to the hilt.

Zain swore under his breath, his fingers clenching the fabric underneath me. I urged him closer, my walls clenching him with need. “I need you to move, Zain.Please.”

Kissing my neck, he looked down at our adjoined bodies, groaning at the view as he reared back and slowly slid inside me. He held me with care, his hand holding my hip, when he pulled back and slowly increased his pace. Our moans surrounded us, the air coated with the scent of our arousal, the sound of skin slapping against each other.

Zain made love to me under the night sky full of stars.

It was sweet, hot, and sweaty.

I held onto his shoulders, encouraging my husband, my sultan, to go faster and deeper until we reached our own high, moaning against each other’s skin when we came apart.

We embraced each other when the aftershocks of our orgasms rocked through our body. I trailed my hand over his body, over his face, kissing him when his glazed eyes met mine.

“Come here,” he whispered, kissing my hair and wrapping his arms around me, snuggling me.

I smiled, kissing his chest and hearing the steady sound of his heart. My eyes on the twinkling stars before sleep overtook me.

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