Page 53 of Snared Rider

“You want me to stop?”

I shake my head.

“No.”

He grins and leans back into me. Then he runs his tongue along the seam of my mouth, begging entry. I give it to him and his tongue pushes inside, finding mine. His grip tightens and I feel his body shift. The kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. If I was standing I would be on my knees. Everything inside my body is focused on this moment and nothing else.

Then he pulls me onto his chest. My breasts press against his pectorals as his arms wrap around my back. Despite what I suspected, he’s not naked beneath the sheets but is wearing boxers. It does nothing to hide the hardness between his legs and I feel pride that it is for me.

I settle on top of him, our underwear the only barrier between my pussy and his cock and all I can think about is him.

And he’s hard to ignore because in this position, I feel him pressing against me, just in the right spot. Everything below my waist is suddenly alive and alert. I can’t stop myself from shifting against him to rub against the length of his cock beneath his boxers. My pussy clenches at the delicious friction the movement of my hips causes, and I can’t stop the moan of pleasure that escapes my mouth.

Shit.

I could come from just rubbing against him like a cat, marking its human. His hands run up the back of my thighs to squeeze the globes of my bum. Then his hands go underneath the material of the T-shirt to stroke the skin of my back. My body feels on fire as his touch wanders over me. Oh God, this is really happening. I’m lying on top of Logan Harlow, half-naked, snogging his face off.

And I couldn’t be happier.

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