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Samson Castilla. 25. Prince of Slovenia Twin to Arwen Badass with the great ass.

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His nails dug into her hips as she ground against her own hand. The friction between them causing the prince to groan. Her sensual moaning filled his ears and sent blood rushing to his dick. His head lilted back as his hands trailed the band of her jeans, and he wrapped his fingers around her exposed wrist. A low growl escaped his throat as he pulled her hand up and wrapped his hot mouth around her fingers, tasting her. He hummed in pleasure, laying her into the bed and stripping her of all her clothes except her bra and her damp panties.

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His breathing was labored as his hands trailed down to her elbows, leaving goosebumps in his trail. His eyes locked to where her hands disappeared into her jeans.  A shiver ran through his flesh. She was breaking him and the minx knew it. Samson bit his lip before defiantly looking at her eyes, cocking his head to the side as he felt her hand move about the layer of clothes between them.

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Anika let out a frustrated groan when he pulled away from her, she was becoming desperate for his touch and the need intensified as he walked away from her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She muttered, pushing herself off the desk and walking over to the bed before crawling onto the bed and then onto him so she was straddling him and looking down to him. “Do you really not want me today?” She muttered, her lips forming a pout almost as if to tease him, her hands running over his chest, she could tell he did, she could feel it through her jeans.

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He felt her tracing his chest with her fingertips and he let a hiss of air through his teeth. The slope of her backside settled on his erection and it didn’t do well for his patience. With his resolve breaking, he put both hands on her hips and sat up, meeting her face for a soft kiss before pulling back. “I’m not sure.” He replied vaguely, enjoying the feel of her breasts brushing against his toned chest, his arm easily wrapped around her waist.

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“Whining is my specialty,” Roman replied, unapologetic, “so maybe you should get used to it and start working harder.”

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“Is talking to a prince that way part of guardian protocol now? Or did I just miss the memo?”

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“Ew! Samson, I did not need to hear this from my older brother. You’re grossing me out…” Marena squirmed about, her skin crawling in disgust. 

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“We need to talk about the birds and the bees! Or the birds and the birds. Or the bees and the bees. Maybe even the birds and the bees and the bees, if you’re into that kind of thing. I’m not judging.” He raised his voice above her protests.

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Despite himself, the prince stepped back and marveled at her flushed face with crossed arms. God, he wanted to fuck her so bad. “Maybe next time, sweet cheeks.” He said, making a show of turning away to lie on his bed. His limbs were cold and his fingers craved to touch Anika, but there was something so alluring about holding so much power over the princess.

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“That’s just rude. When was I being a dick?—I was asking you to kindly step away from my little sister…” 

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He let air out through clenched teeth as he remembered who he was talking to. “I was kidding, Aksel.” He replied, ignoring his request.

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He loved feeling her quiver against his touch. And the pleading tone in her voice, matched with the insatiable lust that grew within him every passing second almost urged him to turn back to their rough ways. But he kept his hand slow and steady, teasing her and cupping her breast with the other. “Do you like this?” He drawled, grinding against her, his bulge pressing against the heaven between her legs.

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His hand dipped into the princess’s jeans, feeling the dampness of her panties against his fingers. Sam started rocking against her hips, his face buried in her neck, sucking and teasing her as he rubbed circles against her entrance through the fabric. “I don’t know, I’m pretty content with what we have here.” He whispered making sure to be as tormenting as possible.

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His mouth turned to the other breast, his tongue flicking against her hard nipples. “You positive?” He asked, looking up. His hand slithered down her stomach, settling at the band of her underwear. He let his thumb graze the flesh just above it, a gleam of mischief in his eye. “I was thinking I might be wearing you out.”

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“who said I was whining, I don’t think I was.. at all.”

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Samson shrugged. “Your voice sounds so whiny sometimes.” He joked before turning back to his work.

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“I’m not the one who asked for training, Samson.” He replied, amused. “Now lift the damn shield.”

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He groaned. Maybe the guardian did have the right to whine. Samson could barely do his blockings even after hours of practice. The prince lifted his shield, his arms sore and quickly numbing. “Let’s go.”

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   “Are you sure you aren’t talking about yourself?“ she teased, a small grin on her lips. "I do not whine. Ever.”

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“And I’m not a real prince.” Samson quipped, a teasing grin on his face.

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“Well, I’m sorry, you’re not the one with lost memories.” She retorted, half joking as the situation was true.

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“You’ve used the lost memory card thrice this day. That’s a new record.” He joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

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Samson could feel the girl gripping at his hips, making him smirk even more. “I’m going easy on you, princess.” He told her, his hands trailing her sides as he lifted her shirt above her head. The prince marveled at the perfection, before bending down and placing his warm mouth on her left breast, his eyes never leaving her features. His hand started kneading at the other, making sure to give it the same attention.

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The prince lifted her by the waist, placing her on the desk, pens and papers flying away. “No clue.” He whispered back, his head nuzzling her neck. He sucked and licked at the sensitive spots on her neck as his hand continued slowly working on her breast. Usually all of their clothes would be off by now, but he wanted to take time tormenting her with his touch.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about, princess.” He said, straightening to whisper in her ear. Sam inched towards her face, his mouth hovering a breath away from hers. His free hand slyly slithered up her torso to unclasp her bra, and her bare chest was met with his eager hands, his thumb and forefinger tweaking at her sensitive nipples.