Page 88 of Prince Charming

When she inched closer, there was no question about his state of arousal. He was thicker than her wrist.

Oh, god. She imagined how he’d feel, and her pussy fluttered, hormones screaming.

Drunk on power, she nuzzled all over his chest, rubbing the lower half of her body against his thickness.

Tag grunted, trapping her against a hard,hardman and the counter.

Easy-going, unpretentious Tag, was irresistible. A grown-up catnip.

She wriggled along his body, kissing his sternum, the side of his neck, and lingered on the stubble dusting over his chiseled jawline. He grunted, and she moaned. That’s when he dropped his hands and cupped her full behind.

She gasped as pleasure slithered through her.

“Behave, Prince Charming.” Not meaning it. She was so mindless, she could crawl up his body and lick him raw.

Squeezing her ass, he seemed to know what she wanted, because he looked as lust filled as she felt. “Darlin’, my hands and your ass are meant to be together. Don’t fuck with the natural order of things.”

“Luke.”

“You gotta ask if you want something.” He told her in that demanding voice she loved so much.

“I want your hands on me,inside me, making mefeel.”

Yeah, she wanted an orgasm tsunami to blow her away. And he was the only one who could make that happen.

His grunt had her underwear like a river. “My fucking pleasure, Anna.”

The erogenous zone on her belly she was not aware existed came screaming to life when Tag crouched low. Pushing her shirt up to expose her skin, he kissed and licked her senseless. Using his teeth, he scraped them around her navel until she was recklessly tearing at his hair.

He grunted.

She whimpered.

Using the sink to keep her pinned when he rose back to his feet, Tag spun her around, grinding his arousal into her ass. “Fuck, this ass drives me crazy.” And then his hand pushed down into her pants, between her legs, and her brain checked out.

Oh, god. He felt good all over.

For a woman once locked in ice, she wanted to gorge on this for as long or as short as it lasted for, her lust sharpened like a blade.

Her head was light, her body felt heavy with need.

“Please.” She groaned in both Russian and English. “Please, Tag.”

“Anything.” He rumbled. “Take what I give you.”

She would. Oh, she would.

The orgasm increased.

It built and roared to life inside her.

No self-pleasure would ever feel this good. She knew her body, what it liked, but Tag… oh god, this man knew it better. He toyed expertly in her wetness.

Pushing her head back on his chest, she widened her legs and concentrated on his fingers circling her clit before shoving slow and deep inside her. It took no time to take her there. Free-falling into bliss where she opened her mouth and emitted a ragged moan as Tag sucked on the side of her throat, praising her.

“That’s my good girl, feel how wet I make you.Fuck, you’re shaking on my fingers.”

Breathless. She rolled her hips, chasing the last bit of pleasure.

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