Page 66 of Prince Charming

He needed to know what she sounded like when she came.

When she camefor him.

Would she cling and swear?

Would she gush down his throat and pant little breathy sounds?

He wanted her to deafen him.

To pout and demand until she got her own way.

For fuck’s sake, he’d never hurt to put himself through sexual torture before, by giving someone else pleasure. Until she gazed at him through desire clouded eyes.

“You see this parched mouth? Consider it your adventure playground. You let me know when you need it and it’s at your disposal. I’ll make you my every fucking meal. You wanna yank my head closer and moan the walls down? Use my ears to move me the way you need it, I’ll be there lapping you until my tongue numbs.”

After each word, he watched her chest inflate until she was nothing but air and wide eyes.

Good. Better she understood where he was coming from right off the bat.

No fucking room for confusion.

Christ, she was responsive.

“I hope you have a big appetite, Luke.” She husked, and he all but detonated.

Game on, darlin’.

The first flick of his impatient tongue on her already swollen clit and her thighs trembled around his ears. Fingers latched tight-fisted to his hair, and that’s when Tag’s tongue motorized. Strumming her so fast, until her taste seeped into his pores.

Food was a thing he used to have yesterday.

Now all he needed to eat was her sex.

After a few minutes making her moan his name, he stiffened up his tongue, letting her ride it out of him. He made a meal of her, dragging from side to side, tormenting her little clit.

He took his mouth to her throat, using his free hand to tip her head back. When he bit down - not hard - he sucked to rouse a moan out of her.

“So fucking glad you said that, darlin’. You want me to stop, you tell me to stop and we stop. Other than that, I want you to take what I give, understand?”

“Yes. Yes, I…please. I hurt all over for you.”

She didn’t have to beg him for a thing, but the word went directly to his already aching dick.

He teased her with kisses and bites.

He fucked his fingers into her, slow and then deep—she was too tight. Down to the bottom of her where she was sopping wet, soaking his entire hand. He felt every shudder as he swallowed her moans and fought with her tongue.

The woman kissed hell out of him. The sexiest moan he’d ever heard before worked its way out of her.

On his knees, she spread her legs open wider for him, taking his silent cues, pleasing him. He worked his hand in and out of the leg of her panties.

“Give me it, Anna.” dropping his forehead to hers.

He wanted her cries and to watch her eyes turn blind when it hit her.

When she detonated, it was better than expected. Her hips lifted from the seat and she sort of halted in mid-air, while her sweet core shuddered its juices down his hand.

It was then Tag leaned in and sucked the moans off her tongue.

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