Page 68 of Prince Charming

Her body was a work of art. Tits high and tight, a small waist and flared hips, limbs that went on for days. He noted the white scars on her chest and ribcage. Tag’s back teeth ground down hard to find the fuckers who put them on her and kill them slowly until they begged for mercy.

Ink adorned her waist, surprising him. He loved women having tattoos. The black and pink ink crawled around her ribcage, shaded branches with cherry blossoms. The design got his cock raging, so fucking sexy. Giving a flower under her breast a small lick, she hissed, fingering his hair.

When he could really explore her, Tag wanted to go to town tasting every inch of her dancer body. For now, he was content to lift her legs over his shoulders, kiss along her quivering thighs, before he went in.

He didn’t hold back.

Giving a few kitten like testing licks, he tasted how sweet his Russian girl was.

Every muscle in his gut locked up.

“Ah, fuck, god.” He grunted. Prying open her folds, he sucked where she needed sucking and was rewarded with her shudder-moan.

“Luke,” she whispered. “Oh,Jesus.”

Hearing her whimper his name while he was feeding on her pussy did a number on him. When he reached the hood of her clit, he watched with awe as her eyes closed and her chin rose, exposing her neck. He wasn’t known for rushing a woman to the finish line, but he was in danger of coming in his jeans any second now.

She reacted when he got rough with her, he’d noted. She liked when he didn’t hold back, so he didn’t. Down on his knees, with his head in heaven, he traveled a hand up her chest and cupped around the front of her throat. It took no time for Marianna to flex her feet on his shoulders and arch into the pleasure he sucked out of her.

Her come down was glorious and Tag went on lapping at her until she whined it was too much.

Panting, he let her legs go down to the floor and he gathered in her softened body until she lay her head on his shoulder. “I might have died.” She told him, making Tag chuckle as he climbed to his feet with her in his arms.

“Sorry, not sorry, darlin’. Said I wanted my hands and mouth on you, didn’t I?”

“Da, you did. It was…” she paused, and he stopped his stroll down the darkened hallway when he felt her hand on the side of his face. “It was spectacular.”

Well, if that didn’t inflate his ego and cock.

Tag was hard, hurting and about as satisfied as a man had ever felt without spilling his come all over his woman.

He’d sell every bike he owned to keep putting that dreamy sound in her voice when she protested. “Luke, you can’t put me naked on your couch.”

“I will put your naked body on every surface in this house, darlin’.” her lips twitched and then she laughed. “Please bring my clothes, I would like to freshen up.” She slid out from underneath him, Tag groaned when she grazed his bulge.

“Luke… I.” She was gazing at his unmistakable bulge. Whittling her lip with her front teeth. He cupped her chin, tipped it back, “don’t you be worrying about me. Told you I only wanted to touch you. You’ll let me know when you want this inside you.”

She inhaled, then tipped forward to kiss the edge of his chin before she escaped out of the room.

Tag dropped to the couch, bracing over his knees, her taste still locked in his throat and on his fingers.

He wasstarving.

A man possessed.

But he was also a man who recognized someone’s limits. If he moved too fast for Marianna, he’d lose the good strides they’d reached already.

While she cleaned up in the bathroom, he grabbed a fast shower in his en suite, rubbing one out before exploding. It took ten beats through his fist before he sprayed his grunted pleasure and watched it drain away.

Desiring a woman wasn’t anything new to Tag.

But wanting one this strong, until it felt like madness gnawing at his soft brain, was new.

Maybe he’d had his head bashed in one too many times, because he liked the feeling.

He moseyed downstairs in only jeans and bare feet, saw her eyes flare as he approached and dropped a kiss to her lips. “Pick something on TV, what do you fancy eating? You’re staying here tonight.” He didn’t give her room to argue.

She liked bossy Tag, so she got bossy Tag.

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