Page 115 of Prince Charming

The promise of Tag andthiskept her awake so many nights when she was too achy, too wet to sleep. When she dreamed he was taking her, moving with ferocious speed inside her.

The promise of him was more than she could have fantasized about.

“Goddammit,” Tag grunted, wrapping a hand around her throat eliciting a sex fueled moan from Marianna.Oh god, she loved that. “You’ve had my dick hard for months, you know that? I can’t get enough. This obsession isn’t going anywhere. Gets deeper every day. I’ll never get enough, even if we don’t go any further right now.”

God, he was such a good boy.

Had his hips not been pinning her, she might have swooned.

“You have my permission, Luke. Now will you give me what I need?”

“You got it.” He smirked down at her, hitching her up, she suspended in mid-air for a second before he settled her around his hips.

Oh yes, right there.It felt incredible.

His overpowering size crushed her against the wall, vibrating with strength. His hands tangled in her loose hair. A mouth made for sex devoured her gasp. Eating it from her throat until all that was left was Marianna’s trembling desire.

Despite the urgent tension in his body, his kiss was tender, coaxing her into tasting him by licking across her lips, parting them dirtily with his tongue, and sank slowly inside.

They shared a thousand unspoken whispers, tasting and savoring each one.

Beneath the kisses, however, lurked something more primitive,carnal.

His cock pressed hard against her, he drove up in a sign of the act to come and she cried out into his mouth as her sex pulsed.

Savage control vibrated out of Tag.

She realized he wanted this as much as she did.

In her native tongue, she pleaded to befucked.

To belong to him.

Her words affected him when his grip tightened. A lick so dirty stroked over her tongue, making her see bursting stars of pleasure.

Bracing his legs wider, they groaned together when he reached into the waist of his sweatpants and fished his length out.

It was too dark for her to see,but oh… she felt him notch himself in place.

Not an inch of her body was left out of the liquifying as she cocked her hips as far back as she could.

“Hold tight, baby.” He told her, hot breath washing over her face.

The moan hadn’t even left her lips when he speared forward, impaling Marianna in one smooth thrust. Her cry got lost in his throat.

If his kisses drugged her into a euphoric state, his thick cock sent Marianna somewhere near the moon. Her cry was soundless.

They seemed to freeze from one breath to the next.

Oh, god. The collision was better than anticipated.

“Jesus. There it is.” He groaned, one hand on her hip, the other on the wooden slats behind her back. “You feel how good we are?” He drew back and threw his pelvis forward, dragging the same noiseless whine from her.

“Oh, god. Luke.” She panted. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders when he started increasing effort.

And when he moved, Marianna clutched her pussy around him tightly, the girth felt like he was splitting her open in the best way.

It was heaven.

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