Page 145 of Prince Charming

Gaping at the contrasts: the frenzied, impatient thrusts, and the breathy little endearments he grunted into her ear. She gave him her own in Russian, which seemed to turn him wilder. He was coming undone, unraveling, as pleasure-saturated them both.

The first orgasm slammed and owned her.

Tag thrust her through it, and then he flipped her off his lap.

“Hands and knees, Anna.”

He was so indecent when she flicked her gaze over her shoulder and watched him roll all her wetness down his length.

Delirious.

Whining, she gasped when he took two handfuls of her ass and split her open. Her forehead dropped to the bed, waiting for him.

“Fucking beautiful pussy.” She heard before he rammed back inside her and folded down over her back. His mouth found the side of her neck. “Ready to take a good fuck?”

“Don’t tease me. Give it here, baby boy.”

“Love my woman,” he chuckled darkly. She felt loved in every thrust. All that love pumped into her, his fingers toying below, sending her reeling again.

Through the dark, his mouth found hers. She was open and ready to feel his tongue, to have those spine tingly sensations rush through her. She moaned, reaching back, and locked her fingers into Tag’s hair, yanking when he tried to slow down.

He spanked her thigh. “Whose show is this, darlin’?”

“Ours,” she answered, and was rewarded with the deepest, hardest shove. Clenching her inner muscles with each invasion of his length.

Oh, god.Oh, god.It was happening again.

Then the galloping came. She moaned as the ripples washed over her, numbing her legs, and carrying her to a place where voices and guilt were no longer part of her makeup.

The orgasm exploded from an unbound place inside her, thundering through her body, every muscle rippling with electric tingles. His hips jerked against hers, and he sucked on the side of her neck with a ferocity that buckled her spine.

“Now. Now.Now.” She said in a mix of languages.

“Soon,” he laughed throatily.

As he wrecked her with his hot kisses, he tunneled his huge sex into her. Repeating the stabs until all that Marianna saw was the brightness of her exploding climax. Turning her over, he found his place between her legs. It was Marianna this time who took his hardness in her hand and led him home.

He pushed, and they moaned.

She watched Tag, the hottest vision of all, snapping his hips up and up. Embedding the thickness as deep as he could, Stretching her to capacity. “Luke, come for me. Show me how hard this great body shudders when it loses control.”

“JesusfuckingChrist.”

His climax rocked her world and pierced love straight through her heart.

Peppering kisses over his face when he collapsed on top of her, she chanted, “I love you.” in Russian. Feeling light as air.

Knowing she’d have to go home soon, she wrapped him in her arms, scraping nails through his hair the way he enjoyed.

“You are sinful.”

“And delicious?” He asked, the smile in his tone. She laughed and scraped her teeth over his skin. “Da, very delicious.”

Minutes went by. Assuming he’d fallen to sleep, she kissed Tag’s forehead. And then he stunned a laugh out of her.

“You know, one day you might wanna tell me you love me in English, darlin’.”

Yeah. She would.

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