Just that look of utter pleasure in her eyes is enough to set me off again. “Fuck,” I groan, overcome by my own lust.
Another jet of cum shoots from my cock, landing right on top of her pussy, her belly, her tits. Nothing is spared, and I keep going until her entire body is covered.
When I’m sated, I swipe my dick on her pussy and shove it back in once more for good measure. I want her to know this is mine. She belongs to me now. Every … single … inch.
Panting, I lower myself on top of her again, pressing sweet kisses to her lips. I keep going until her lips part and that beautiful smile appears again. God, I could stare at that for days and never grow tired of it.
I just love the way she looks right now—naked, curled up underneath me, right where she belongs. With me. By my side.
I don’t want her to go anywhere. I want her to stay. However long she can. Just for now. Or maybe forever. Would she? I don’t think I’ve ever felt his way about a woman. I’d normally get them dressed as quickly as possible and hurry them out the back door before my father finds out I’ve been bringing girls to the palace again. Especially ones who aren’t suitable for royalty, according to him.
But with Maya … it’s different. She’s not like the other girls. She didn’t know I was a prince, and even when she did, she wanted nothing to do with me. She doesn’t like me because I’m royalty; she likes me for me. Because we connect on a different level. Because we can’t get enough of each other.
And I think she knows that too. I can see it in her eyes as I lie on top of her, leaving gentle kisses. I know she can feel it, our hearts beating against each other … already in sync.
“Stay with me,” I whisper.
“What?” she mutters.
“You heard me,” I say with a smirk, rubbing my nose against hers.
“Wait, what? No. We can’t. I mean, I’m your designer. And you’re a … prince.” She almost swallows the last word as though she finds it hard to admit.
“So?” I reply, caressing her face. “I don’t care. I want you.”
Her cheeks glow red like a strawberry again. “You don’t mean that.”
“Why would I lie?” I say, frowning.
She pushes me off her and sits up, grasping the sheets to cover herself with. “I’m not a toy, Amir. Don’t play with my heart.”
“I’m not,” I say, crawling up too, but she moves away when I do.
“Oh God.” She buries her face between her hands. “What did we just do?”
“We had sex,” I muse, laughing a little. “And it was fucking fantastic, just like last time.”
“Great,” she says, getting up from the bed. “I gave in. Again.” She seems lost in her thoughts. “Stupid, stupid, Maya.”
“Hey,” I say, following her, “don’t say that.”
When I try to grab her, she spins on her heels. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t want to be just another one of your conquests.”
“You’re not.”
“How many have you brought in before?”
“Why do you wanna know?”
“I don’t,” she says, shaking her head. “Never mind. The point is, I never wanted to be one of them.”
“You’re not.” I grab her hand. “You’re special to me.”
She rolls her eyes. “You probably say that to all of them.”
“No, they’d be escorted out of here by now.” Shit. That came out wrong.
She sighs. “Really?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like that. What I mean is …” I pull her back toward the bed with both hands. “I like you. More than just any girl.”
I place her down on the bed, and the sheets slowly drop back onto the bed too. The way she sucks on her bottom lip makes me want to kiss her again. But I know she’d probably avert her eyes if I did. She doesn’t succumb to my wishes. Doesn’t even care that I’m a prince. Maybe that’s why I like her so much. She has a mind of her own, dreams, desires, and a whole business of her own.
She doesn’t need me. That’s why I’m so attracted to her.
And why she’s so attracted to me … Because as we’re sitting here on my soaked bed, completely naked, that spark between us is undeniable. So with my thumb and index finger, I reach for her face and kiss her again.
Right when someone barges into the room.
Her eyes burst open, and I release her chin from my grasp.
She squeals and covers herself with my sheets while my eyes draw toward the door in rage.
It’s my father.
Chapter 11
Amir
“What is the meaning of this?!” My father’s voice echoes through the rooms. I didn’t close the bedroom door. He can see us right from where he’s standing near the door. And we’re both completely naked.