Page 65 of Prince Charming

Going back to her mouth, she was ready for him, tasting like a dream, she sucked on his tongue.

“Ready to fly, darlin’?”

“Da,” she answered breathily. And then she moaned his name when he widened her knees, reaching for the buttons on her jeans. There was no resistance. He dropped kisses to her lips while he slid the denim down her legs, exposing a pair of red cotton panties.

Tag was in territory never explored before.

He was coming out of his skin to fuck her. To get his mouth all over her sweetness and brand himself into her skin.

He tried not to fall too fast, told himself it was dangerous. She was not ready for all the shit he wanted to give her. But her kiss grew in confidence, demanding more, stretching so deep she was swallowing him whole. If she reached his soul, he would’ve handed it over, gift wrapped in its own leather cut. If his two-story brick house burned down around him, he wouldn’t have noticed. He was ensnared in skinny fingers roaming around his neck, holding him to her mouth.

Her jaw stretched wider, giving him access to something he craved. He opened his in return, cupping her cheek so he could dive in. Letting her explore his mouth with licks and nibbles. God, she was so curious, so unhurried in her exploration. Bumping her hips into his hand when he slid it up her inner thigh to the place where he knew would blow his mind.

Her little bites stroked a feverish heat over his skin, and his brain melted into useless mush.Soon. He couldn’t feel his body at all, except his throbbing dick.

Every sensation concentrated on the warmth of her lips, building her fire to the dance of their tongues.

As turned on as Tag was, he caught onto her every reaction, each cue meant she wanted more, and he gave.

He strengthened the kiss, fucking her mouth with his tongue, stealing her breaths. The sweet scent of her perfume bathed his inhalations as he chased her flavor.

And then he pushed the soft material to the side and touched where she was wet.

So fucking wet. “This for me?”

“God.” She puffed, pushing her head back to the wall, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders. “You make me wet, Luke.”

He rubbed slowly at first, letting her get used to him.

“You’ve got no idea how good I’m going to make this little pussy feel.”

Ah, Christ alive. Warm and wet, he was in paradise as he fondled her slit and then parted the folds to find the treasure within. The moment Tag circled her clit, Marianna jolted.

“Feel good?” Biting on her lower lip.

She was so beautiful. So responsive under his hand.

“Yes, so much.”

He grinned and found a rhythm that wasn’t too fast, stroking her into a frenzy.

What Tag didn’t expect, and what took the floor out from underneath him, was how wild she turned in his arms.

She grabbed his hair, almost swallowing the kiss out of him.

“I’m not delicate, Luke,” she whispered, panting. “I want this.”

It was a starting pistol for him.

He’d tongue-fuck her so goddamn right, so any time she needed it, she’d knock down his door to ask if his tongue could come out to play.

Whenever she wanted it, Tag would be her personal pussy eater. Lapping her so tight until she screamed.

A shudder bust through his wide frame, staring at the holy grail of all pussies.

Feeling like the dirtiest bastard on two legs, he inhaled, holding it in his chest to help calm his raging cock. She dripped—wet and sexy from pouty, bare lips.

If he ever got his cock inside her, Tag knew he’d live there, finding different angles to fuck it from until she was screaming in bliss.

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