Page 64 of Prince Charming

“You are dramatic.” She accused in her sex-on-legs accent, making his dick pulse.

“Climb on my lap.”

“How will that stop you from crashing?”

“Get here and find out.”

She didn’t think twice when she unclipped her belt and swung her leg over the console, daintily climbing onto his lap.

The sense of euphoria hitting Tag from all corners was huge. His chest filled with air as he shuffled her closer and nuzzled her temple.

Damn, it was gonna be torture.

If they were in his bedroom now, he would spend an hour making her ready, worshipping her pussy with his greedy tongue. But this was wild, without order or plans.

They both needed it for different reasons.

Hopefully, they could meet somewhere in the middle.

“Hurry,” she whispered as he turned the corner to his street. The entire journey she’d sat demurely on his lap, casting glances, her fingers working his shirt. Now they were here, he wanted to rush her out of the truck like a pre-teen on a curfew.

He forgot all about the snow falling in heavy sheets. It was as though his feet couldn’t move him that last inch to get the door open, because if he did, this great feeling would disappear.

A smaller hand locked in his, he took her along the pathway, opened the door, and locked up behind them.

Tag tasted her nerves when he shrugged out of his jacket, then stepped into her space to help take hers off.

She was sweet.

So incredibly beautiful.

How he was gonna rein himself in he didn’t know yet, but he’d cut off his own head before he rushed her. That’s why he asked again, “you sure, darlin’? We can get cuddled up and watch some TV instead.”

Her smile seduced him.

“Thank you for asking, Luke. I want this. I want you. I promise to tell you if anything changes.”

Good girl.

It was a tossup who reached for who first, but their lips met, and she gave him a kiss hot enough to set fire to the hallway rug. He tossed her purse on top of the coat he let fall to the floor.

His mouth went wild on her neck.

The more Marianna moaned and clung to his waist, the deeper he sucked and scraped her with his teeth.

Go slow, you horny asshole.

It was like his dick didn’t want to listen, because he nudged her backward and her little butt met the hallway seat. It was low and padded, meant for shoes, or so the old ladies told him when he rallied them to help decorate his place. Now he was glad they’d gone berserk with his credit card, ‘cause he had his woman at an angle he could work with, when he dropped to his knees like a deranged dog at his food bowl.

Her eyes looked like two diamonds.

“Beautiful girl.” He rasped against her neck, nuzzling his mouth down to capture a nipple through her shirt.

“Ohhh.” She panted, her hands coming to the back of his head.

That’s it, darlin’, you get a good hold of your man.

Her nails raked over his scalp, feeling it in his dick.

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