Page 117 of Prince Charming

The way he was prowling toward her after dumping her clothes made her stomach flip over in a lovely roll of feeling. His eyes so masked by his lids they looked closed.

The eroticism electrified the surrounding air.

Only thirty minutes to drive them to his home, he’d skipped out on his own celebration party. Clinging to him the entire way, she hadn’t protested at all.

Tag’s prowling gait brought him back to her. She tipped her head to better look at him, and he dropped his chin to gaze back.

The flat of his palm cupped her fully without warning, feeling her wetness seeping out into his hand, and she shuddered for his coarseness.

The flash of his eyes from summer to winter caused a riot inside her, and Marianna exhaled a loud breath.

“I need you to know thatwasmy plan. But I can’t now, Marianna. It’s impossible when you’ve made me crazy. Only been inside you once and now I’m a fucking animal, you get me? I’m going to destroy this pussy until she’s crying her bliss all over me.”

He rubbed. He rubbed her so slowly, grazing her clit, she felt it shuddering everywhere.

This wild man was explaining his intentions, and she’d never felt so safe and wanted before. So cared for, knowing her pleasure was handled.

He looked for consent silently, and her blazing eyes gave it.

There was no other choice. She was his.

The world turned neon when he pushed two fingers into her and found the place to contort her body up from the seat.Oh, god. Pleasure fired at will.

“I’m about to trash this pussy, Marianna, until you can’t stand the orgasms coming at you from all corners. Not like a gentleman would, easing you in. I’m an animal, remember?” Bobbing her head, she inhaled hard. “This is the only time you can tap out, your last chance.”

Not even invading little green men would get her to stop.

His filthy mouth did it for her.

“Luuuuuuke.” She whined out her answer, pitching forward to lean her damp forehead on his shirt front.

“Goddamn. My name,really? You’ve done it now, Anna.”

Her tummy flipped as he straightened to his full height like a god emerging from a bolt of lightning.

So incredibly sexy, masculine, and athletic.

Using his given name seemed to affect Tag as much as his usingdarlingdid to her. So she whined it again, watched how his teeth bared.

His eyes burned as he towered over her.

The veins more pronounced on his forearms while his fists flexed, hanging at his sides.

“Get my clothes off. Don’t mess around.” He demanded.

She went at him like a bear attack. Making him gloriously naked, his cock was a living thing, swelling and dripping from the plump tip.

A Russian prayer slipped out of her slack lips, staring at the thing as he chuckled.

It was the first time seeing him up close, and she wasimpressed.

Only when he carried her over to the bed did he become serious again. “I see how you’re salivating. We’ll get to your mouth around my tamed cock soon. Your tongue will be its leash. Now open your legs wider, darlin’. Show me what I’m dying to see.” His jaw muscles jumped.

Was she always going to find his simplest body function sexy? Her legs already sprang open like a horny sexpot.

The air coming from his lungs was an audible noise ringing through her ears. He liked what he saw.

“Such a pretty pussy. So soft, I could drown to death right here and be happy.”

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