Page 118 of Prince Charming

She was reeling from his crudeness, gushing more wetness. And if he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to go off like a rocket without him.

He didn’t wait.Thank god.

The moment Tag dropped to his knees in front of her, he hauled her forward until her ass balanced on the soft downy comforter. Her sex mere inches from his face.

The sight of him licking his lips took her down.

Moaning andmoaningwhen he took the flat of his tongue up her drenched sex. She jolted as though electrocuted. Tag had to force a hand to her belly to keep her still while he fed on her with slurps and encouraging groans.

Marianna was a complete mess by the time he climbed to his feet again. She was two orgasms in, watching Tag lick her from his lips. Then he swiped the back of his hand across his chin. So obscene and hot.

Never had a person undone her so thoroughly before.

English didn’t come easy when she was this foggy, but she managed as she leaned up on her elbows, watching him stroking the massive thing between his legs.

“You were… youaremagnificent, Luke.”

A smirk twitched his lips as he rolled down a condom. Dark hooded pleasure in his eyes. “Don’t assume I’m a decent man, darlin’, just because I look the part. I’m a deviant when it concerns you. I’ve fucked hell out of you in my head about 90% of the time I’ve known you.”

Eyes wide as saucers, she unglued her tongue and blurted, “what about the other ten percent?”

Another smirk. Hotter and darker. “That’s spent blowing a load over my own belly.”

How did they say it here? Woman down?

“No waiting.Please.” She added to see his eyes flare with intent.

Prowling, their mouths brushed. He was teasing her, making her crave it. It was working because she moaned when he pulled his crown through her wetness, gathering moisture to lubricate the condom.

Up and down, he tormented her poor clit until she was shaking.

“Luke… you are not a gentleman.”

“Told ya,” he chuckled darkly and then slowly… so slowly, he pushed inside her.

Oh. Oh.Ohhhhh.It was a soothing introduction, nothing like the wall fucking from an hour ago. Now he worked to get inside her. Moving back and forth until her walls gave around him and permitted him to push down to the pubic bone.

Their tandem groan was a piece of music.

“Do you have any idea how much I need you?” He asked.

She was beginning to. Her fingers wandered over his hard jawline, his lips and up along his scar. She took every detail to memory, storing it away.

His eyes flamed with possessiveness. Withownership. And his slow measured pumping graduated to pounding until her teeth rattled.

“Ah, fucking hell, Anna darlin’. You feel that? How I’m almost bursting in your womb? I feel you squeezing hell out of me. Such a sopping mess, aren’t you?”

She felt as though he was fucking directly into her stomach. He was big all over, but especially his cock. And he used it so beautifully on her until she was a wheezing wreck, begging for things she didn’t know she needed.

It was an ancient rhythm; instinctual as breathing or swallowing.

Once he was inside her, Marianna helped him move, urging him to surge forward and back. Faster and faster.

A wicked tongue sucked her nipples, leaving sore marks everywhere. Driving her crazy with hot, clumsy kisses.

Discovering there was nothing more satiating than a beautiful man feasting on her, came as a surprise to Marianna. He gorged so well.

That feeling didn’t let up, not even when they went again and again.

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