Page 89 of Prince Charming

He unraveled her thread by thread, until she was nothing but shudders and breaths.

Not allowing her any thinking time. She chuckled when he made her airborne before he placed her onto the table.

“I’m going to kiss your pussy, Marianna.” He declared crudely, a voice like raw arousal.

Air whooshed out of her as easily as it would from a popped balloon. Her legs weakened as she gripped onto his hair, nodding. “O-okay.”

The first touch when it came, was electric.

She felt stung and revived all at once. Hissing when his tongue split her pussy open and lapped from top to bottom, swirling around the very sensitive bud.Oh, dear god.

How good it felt. How wonderful.

Oh, she was flying in the clouds.

She was airy, like bubbles were filling her insides.

A chocolate addict never forgets the taste of sweetness on their tongue, however long the fasting. Marianna would say she’d had good sex in the long past. Starting young, she went a little crazy with feminine power and euphoria of how good sex felt.

And then the last few years it wasn’t so good, and it became unimportant to her.

But she’d never craved sex. Until Tag.

This was shaking her to the core. How utterly changed she felt under the power of a wicked tongue licking her so greedily. His sucking sounds turned her on. The way Tag’s large hands held her still, bruising her hip bones renewed a lust in her she was sure was long dead.

Rough. Wet.Messy.

She wanted it all, and she wanted it from him.

When she strained toward him, he held her fast, cutting his hungry, hooded gaze up. He issued in a forced growl that sent shock waves pulsing through her middle. “Keep still, I haven’t had my fill yet.”

He made her come over and over.

Taking her to a limit she’d never been to before. Holding the enjoyment out of reach, chuckling against her sex while he dug his tongue inside her.

He wants me. So fucking much.

She wanted to give him so much.

Taste him, touch him, make him fall apart, the same way he did to her.

Wet, horny, under his control, begging with small pants.

It made her feel like a slut.His slut. Horny and shameless.

Marianna clawed his shoulders, arching her hips up from the table. She heard him groan as he cast his eyes up, satisfaction in their depths. “You can’t stay still, can you? You can’t stop tempting me for one fucking second.”

“No, I can’t,” she admitted. “I don’t know how.”

“You’re such a fucking tease.” After that he made her come so hard she lost all sense of time and sprawled on the table like she’d died and gone to heaven.

Back on her feet minutes later, it wasn’t hard to notice how aroused Tag was as she stumbled on unsteady legs. His pupils blew out to pure black, breathing in rapid pulls and the bulge at the front of his pants almost gave her a black eye.

“Please.” She whispered, reaching for him, “let me do something for you too.” She couldn’t stand it if he went into the bathroom again to come on his own.

She wanted to be the one to make it happen for him.

It was as if he were waging a war inside himself as he stared. Marianna stroked her hand from his stomach down, cupping him tightly.

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