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I pulled her back down my torso—airy moans churning from her—and slotted that flushed pussy over my cockhead.
Before losing it completely, I slapped a hand out to the bedside table. Yanking a drawer open, I fumbled for the condoms.
Roya gripped my bicep. “Wait.”
“This time will be better. I promise.” I jerked from her grasp, ripping into a foil square.
All the while, her lush cunt drizzled hot slick juices over my meat, and I needed to get the fucking condom on ASAP.
“Better even than last time?” Her cheeks heated, a blush that spread all the way to the tops of her breasts.
My eyesight went hazy, and I groaned. “I mean it won’t hurt. At all.”
I hoped. Fuck. I was really big and she was incredibly tight.
Her back arched, providing the most insane view of aroused female desperate for hard cock.
As I blew into the opening of the goddamn rubber, she grabbed my arm again.
“Aris, please come inside me.”
The entire world stopped in that instant.
So appealing. So fucking tempting.
“Blyad, Roya.” Straining, growling, sweating, I clenched my fingers on her hip to hold her back or slam her down, I didn’t know which.
“It’s safe. It’s not my fertile time. I just want to feel you.” She drew her hands down my tensed chest and braced both palms on my abs.
“That’s not exactly foolproof.” Yet my cock lurched at the thought of being bare inside of her.
Roya leaned over me to kiss along the cords of my throat to my jaw. “If this is to be my one night with you, I’ll resign myself to this one memory of you . . . Please.”
A bellow erupted from me, and I couldn’t stop myself.
Couldn’t stop myself from giving her what she wanted, what I wanted . . .
I lifted my knees to stamp my feet on the bed, nodded, and then fucking watched.
Oh fuckfuckfuck.
New to this, Roya took her time sliding my purple-hard cockhead past her entrance, and heat lanced all the way down my spine.
“Nnnnff,” the woman breathed out, swiveling that clutching, milking cunt down and down and down my dick.
I beat my head back, gripping her ass so hard I’d leave bruises and I did not care.
“Oh, mmm, ahhh.” Roya hissed in a breath and then she purred, fully seating me inside that sweet, unprotected, nearly virginal pussy.
I couldn’t stop myself from bucking up whether she was ready or not.
I’d been patient last time. I didn’t think I had it in me this time.
I’d never let go in this way with a woman before. Had never fucked bareback. Never wanted to. Until now.
And fuck the risk.
As Roya rode my cock and rolled her hips, she was even more sexy with my locked cuffs on her.
Her pussy undulated in a wet, tissue-tight hold around my shaft, and she bounced faster. Her nails cut into my pecs, her hair fluttering, creating a shiny black curtain that closed us in together.
Then she bowed up with my dick embedded all the way. She rippled to her core, a shortened shout escaping her as she came all over my bare cock.
With an unleashed roar, I rolled us both over.
I landed on top of her, driving into her with wild force.
Her legs hiked up, feet on my ass, nipples scouring my chest, her moaning mewling breaths stealing into my senses.
I rocked up to my hands. I plunged into her pussy. I fucked her . . . hard.
Cum I’d never given any woman sped up my shaft.
The hot splash of my seed painted the mouth of her womb, causing another climax, a chain reaction that went on and on as my cock throbbed, spraying her. Mating, rutting, growling, I followed only primal instinct until the last of my cum overflowed her depths and coated her spread cunt and my spasming balls.
I dropped down over her, my breathing wrecked, my body finally sated by the one woman who could never be mine.
And my voice was gruff when I gave her one last truth. “In case you didn’t believe me last night, you are very good, prinkípissa.”
* * *
The next morning,I knew what I had to do although I liked it less and less.
For my sanity. For my business. For the sake of not losing everything I’d spilled blood for and spent years to obtain.
I could not succumb to a woman or fall prey to such fatalistically ideal notions as love.
While Roya slumbered, I’d gathered her belongings, packing everything up. I’d sent Yas to her rooms on the lower floor, and she collected the rest.
Roya would not be returning to The Sultan’s Palace hotel.
I’d left her in the bedroom after gentling her awake—the last tender thing I’d do for her—and advised her to dress.
By the time the princess made an appearance, all of her expensive luggage sat next to the elevator.
“I see.” The shields went up in her unforgettable eyes with the realization of what I’d done.
