Page 143 of Prince Charming

“I miss the way you make love to my mouth.”

“Then hand it over. Don’t toy with me.” He flattened his palms on the wall, head lowered between his arms, watching her with hooded eyes.

His taste, when it flooded into her open mouth, was gasoline to her fire.

She went up in flames. A hydrogen bomb of need. Pawing at his clothes, around his neck, sucking hard on his tongue.

Strength she didn’t know she had to overpower a champion, she reversed their positions, making him grunt into her lips. “Hungry girl. Gonna give me this mouth?”

Oh, yes. She knew what he wanted. Whatshewanted.

With trembling hands, she unfastened his belt. Lowering the zipper, and with dirty, dizzying thoughts, she freed his swollen length. He was so aroused, already leaking into her palms.

Tag was so much taller than her, that she didn’t have to drop to her knees. His cock was half crawling up his stomach when she dipped her head and licked him gently. He hissed like she’d shot him. It pumped happy pleasure through her to be the one in control of him.

Two calloused hands spanned her neck, giving her a squeeze before he grabbed up her hair so he could watch.

“Go on,” he grunted, “work it out of the cock you own, darlin’.”

“You’re beautiful.” She purred. Pulling his pants down his thighs, exposing every thick inch of him.

“Suck me, Anna.”

Touching her lips to the broad crown, she sipped gently. He groaned, low and rough, his legs shaking under her hands. His breaths became briefer.

Knowing Tag loved being in control—she loved him in that role too—she expected him to slam into her throat after a few sucks, but he stayed still. Tightening her hair into a fist, he stroked her swallowing throat.

Hungry and coiled with desire, he allowed her the space to enjoy him.

“Anna, fuck, baby. I’m about to come. Show me skin, wanna spill on you.” God, how dirty, she thought with excitement pumping through her. She pulled apart her rainbow wrap dress, exposing her braless breasts. His head fell back with a grunt while she jacked him off in her hand, until he groaned to the sky as a warm spray of wetness covered her chest and trickled into her cleavage.

His voice, bedroom gruff and pure naughtiness, ricocheted through her long after he came.

He looked younger, happy. Knowing she had a part in that put a teary smile on her face.

The moment she straightened, he slammed his mouth down on hers, eating the wheeze out of her. “I’m goddamn lucky.” He rasped, going in again, softer this time. His lips owned hers. “Love my woman.”

Tag turned his attention to her still uncovered chest. It was cold, and she finally felt it. Instead of wiping off his pleasure, he rubbed it in, spreading it like lotion across every exposed inch.

“You kinky bastard.” she laughed as he pulled her dress back into place.

“You’re going to smell like me.”

Marking his territory.

With a blissful sigh, her legs unsteady, like it was her who’d just come like a rocket; she watched him re-buckle. When his eyes met hers, she deliberately licked her lips. Tag groaned raggedly. “Naughty. Taking you on a date tomorrow, will Galina stay with the kids?”

“Yes.” She said instantly, excited to have a few hours alone.

His arm looped around her shoulders, “dinner and a show?”

“Dinner and a show? What is this meaning?”

His smirk told her it must be dirty. She loved him. “I mean, I’ll feed you and then I’ll fuck you. Not necessarily in that order.”

“Oh.” She grinned slowly. “Da. I think I would really enjoy dinner and a show in many orders.”

A palm tightened around her nape, squeezing softly. “Taking you home, after that little show, I need to fuck my woman.”

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