Page 90 of Prince Charming

Tag groaned, dropping his head lower. His lips brushed hers and when she gasped, opening up for him, he dove inside.

It was like a synchronized dance as they kissed in ravaging bites. She unzipped him at the same time and slid her hand down into the material. Grabbing him, she swallowed her wheeze of pleasure.

Big didn’t describe Tag.

Good lord in heaven. It was just as well she wasn’t ready to commit to sex with him if he was this huge. He’d probably tear her open clean to her stomach.

But oh, he felt incredible, pulsing thickly in her hand.

She couldn’t span, but she gave it her best, and it ripped moans out of his throat.

“Fuck my hand.” She told him boldly once she’d translated the dirty talk in her head first and hoped she’d gotten it right. She must have, because Tag shunted his hips forward, sliding his cock against her palm.

He was satin over steel, and she was the one who moaned into his eating lips when she felt his wet crown. She paid attention there, pumping harder. “Marianna.” He said thickly into her mouth. “Tighter, darlin’.”

She gave him tighter and harder when he demanded it. She had his cock in her hand, but Tag still ran the show. She happily followed until his body became stiff and he came with a groan that rattled the ceiling.

“Jesus, fuck.Fuck.” He rasped, holding her firmly around the back of her neck.

Again, it might be the wine freeing her morals, but she felt on top of the world. Sighing into his chest, “you destroyed me,” he said.

“In a good way?”

“The best fucking way,” he grinned down at her. “Never been so happy for a handjob.”

She already wanted to do it again. His climax was beautiful.

Would it feel as good if he fucked it inside her?

She bet it would. She’d ache for days.

Could she give him that last piece of herself?

Trust was there. But was she ready? It was so silly to be this hesitant.

As though he saw into her thoughts, he licked the seam of her lips. “You’ll know when you want my cock inside you, Anna.”

She’d never known a patient man before. Was he for real?

“Will you allow me to feel your weight on top of me?”

The words came as a shock.

He grunted, squeezing her into his chest. “What am I gonna do, Anna, say no?” He followed it with a chuckle, then she was in his arms and he was striding to his bedroom.

Nerves attacked her belly like a swarm of angry butterflies wearing steel toe boots. There was nothing to worry about. This was Tag, the nicest man alive. If she said no, he’d listen.

His eyes hooded as he looked at her. Kind and sweet, but so aroused she could hardly breathe for wanting him.

She all but flung herself on the bed, not thinking about her actions. If she did, she was likely to change her mind.

He watched.

And waited.

“Okay.” She said, giving him the go ahead.

And when he prowled on the bed, he was like a demon ready for possession. A nervous giggle almost choked her. She waited until he was fully poised over her, using his arms to hold off most of his weight.

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