“Please,” she begged again, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Ride my fingers, sweet one.”
Her freckles became prominent when light pink dusted over her cheeks. “I have—”
I could sense the hesitation in her voice. Softly fondling her breast, I whispered, “Go on, you can ride my fingers and fuck yourself or you can wait till you get to ride my cock.”
Surprise, shock and arousal were clear on her face. “I get to ride your…?”
I chuckled softly, licking her ear. “You have to earn it, Valeria.”
“Earn it?” Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red as she looked away, squirming in my hand. “You are so arrogant—ah!”
I pressed my thumb on her clitoris, slowly rolling it around with little pressure. Her fingers dug into my forearms when I repeated my actions. “It’s your choice, my sweet one. You can ride my fingers here or wait. Which one will it be?”
Valeria didn’t answer me. She closed her eyes and slowly bucked her hips against my fingers, holding my arms as leverage to ride herself to orgasm. I smirked, proud of her, and continued playing with her breasts, watching her chest flush and heave as her breathing increased.
“That’s my good girl,” I purred, kissing her jaw. She was clamping my fingers as if her life depended on it. “You’re going to cum riding my fingers, aren’t you, hm?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Valeria looked at my face, pulling out her bottom lip from between her teeth. “Yes, my filthy Prince,” she crooned.
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