Page 148 of Prince Charming

“Let’s head home, gang. Who wants pizza for lunch?” His question was answered with screams of joy.

He loved these kids already. And he would let no one hurt or judge them.

The biker kids were the next generation of his club.

He didn’t know how Marianna felt yet, but he’d love to teach them both to ride a motorcycle when they were older. Would love to see them happy in the club life too.

Life went on with that routine for a few weeks. And Tag loved every second.

He was a teen again, sneaking into a girl’s bedroom a few nights later.

He’d gotten good letting himself into Marianna’s after everyone was in bed, they’d exchanged keys a few weeks back.

Prowling through the apartment, he checked on the kids. A night light was shining on the ceiling when he stuck his head around the door. Finding them asleep, he padded to Marianna’s room. He dropped his clothes and climbed into bed behind her.

“You always look in on my babies.” She said in the dark, curling her butt into his lap, Tag grunted when he had her in place.

“Yeah, baby. Like to know they’re okay before I lock the house down.”

If he could hear happiness in a sigh, then Marianna made it.

A little bump.

A tiny grind.

She got Tag raging hard in seconds.

“Darlin’, you’re killing me. Can’t fuck you how I want to.”

“How is that?”

“Really hard until you scream and bloody my back with your nails.”

He locked his teeth around her lobe, just shy of causing her actual pain. As rough as his girl liked it, he’d never deliberately hurt her. She rewarded him with a filthy, needy sex gasp. At least she was hard up for it too. Sexual misery loved company.

“You could fuck me really soft and make me cry into the pillow, Luke.” She suggested so quiet and sweet, but oh, his cock heard.

His damn cock all but sat up and praised his queen for her excellent idea.

“You need your man to play with you? Get my old lady nice and dripping so when I push in I hit bottom the first try? I’ll play so goddamn long, Anna, you’ll black out.”

She always got him twisted up.

Every day he bounced between being the loving protector and filthy sex slave for her needs.

Ah, who the fuck was he kidding?

He was a dirty deviant and would be on Anna night and day if he could wrangle it that way.

His hand slid across her stomach, down into her sleep shorts where he found her already creamy for him. “Were you having bad girl thoughts before I got here, darlin’?”

“Mmm. Perhaps a few.” She turned slightly in his arms and hooked a leg over his thigh, opening herself up for his touch.

Damn, he loved this woman.

Tag would not dive on her like a starving man, though every part of him dictated he did that. Nah, he’d be a smooth motherfucker tonight, cater to what his woman needed from him. Tomorrow, when he had her at his house for their date night, that’s when he’d let loose. Grinning against her neck, he nipped and nibbled her.

“I can hearyourbad thoughts, baby boy.” She said, bumping his hand with her sweet sex. He stroked her into moaning.

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