Page 116 of Prince Charming

“Luke,” she whined again, English failing her. He anchored his head, giving her his darkened gaze while his fuck increased—deepened, sharpened with each shove.

“You feel so fucking sweet.” He rasped, dropping his mouth to the dip in her neck. She felt the suck deep in her womb as her pleasure gathered like a speeding bullet.

While Tag fucked her, he squeezed a hand on her ass cheek, pulling her into his thrust. Owning her. Showing her he was the one taking her.

Her pulse gave a sluggish thump.

She breathed in his scent, tasting his passion on each exhale.

On and on. He fucked her to a hard tempo, her walls collapsing soft and wet around his cock. Clinging to his neck, he kissed a necklace along her throat and gruffed dirty words in tune to the steady pump of his hips.

“Get there.” He commanded. And she was. She was getting there so fast. He hit spots that made colors pop behind her flickering lids. “Ah, fuck, baby. I wish I could slow this down.”

“Nyet.” She groaned and went for his mouth. “Faster. Go faster.”

It was their wet, messy, frantic claiming kiss that became both of their catalysts. Sending them to a shared space of bliss.

Holding her up, Tag nailed her to the wall, shoving, shoving,shovinguntil she lost vision and became only toneless sounds.

Marianna went first, coming in great big trembles when Tag slammed as deep as he could go, grunting her name. His hand gripping around the back of her neck to hold her to his mouth felt sweet and intimate in contrast to the frantic sex.

He said her name over and over so beautifully, she just fell apart in his arms.

When he followed, he pulled out of her. She whined his name, grabbing his shirt, trying, trying,tryingdesperately to fuse them together.

He spilled on her outer thighs, some of his pleasure splashing across her stomach, grunt after grunt aided his release as his great big body shudder against hers.

In that moment of coming down, she wanted to tell him so much.

Thank you.

You’re wonderful.

I think I’m falling for you.

I waited my whole life for a person like you to love.

Words became labored breaths as her face found a home in the side of his neck. He let her legs slide down and he steadied Marianna on her feet.

He kept her close, fixing her clothes. Holding her closer.

It was Tag who broke the silence, tipping her chin up with a knuckle, he glided their lips together. “Fucking perfect, darlin’.”

Fucking perfect.

She smiled up at him.

They were the right words too.

Fucking perfect.

TWENTY-NINE

“My baby boy.”- Marianna

“You have to understand something, darlin’. I was gonna take it easy on you. I had a plan, to be a romantic bastard. I was gonna spread you open and tease pleasure out of you. But then you flashed me this perfect pussy, and all games ceased. Now I gotta rip it out of you.”

“Luke,” she laugh-breathed, color staining her face.

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