Page 68 of Snared

Charlie groaned above me, one of her hands sinking back into my hair and gripping tight. “Oh my god, don’t stop.” My cock was as hard as steel and fucking ached to get in on the action.

My nose pressed against her sweet spot as I darted my tongue inside of her, lapping up her need. I needed to see her, so I stopped to look up at her writhing above me, her eyes screwed shut as she braced one hand against the wall, the other still in my hair. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly; her nipples pebbled and damp from my mouth.

She was glorious.

“Fuck. I’m so close. Why did you stop?” she asked, her head rolling back and forth against the wall.

“Because I wanted to look at you, so fucking glorious in my hands,” I said, squeezing her ass.

She glanced down at me; her gaze hazy. And then she pushed my face back where it belonged. I chuckled against her skin, then lapped at her.

“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.” She gasped, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, waiting for her to detonate.

I bit down lightly on that little nub and her thighs shook against my cheeks as she screamed out my name and came.

My cock leaked in my sweats as she orgasmed. It was a moment I never wanted to forget and one I planned on repeating again and again, as long as she’d let me.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her body still shuddering. Her fingers left my hair to sink into her own as her lips moved with nonsense words.

I slowly lowered her legs back to the floor and kissed my way up her heated skin as I stood. She slumped against the wall, a grin on her lips as she met my gaze. Her eyes were hazy with satisfaction, but I wasn’t done with her.

“You look beautiful when you come, Charlie,” I said before dropping a kiss behind her ear. I knew that was one of her spots, and I’d spent more time kissing her there ever since Vegas. I wanted her to know that I was figuring out every spot that turned her on.

I dotted kisses along her jaw, then sealed my lips to hers, swallowing her soft moan and relishing in the need vibrating through her body. A need that matched mine. I thought I couldn’t want her more, but watching her fall apart under my touch had me aching to sink into her.

“Tell me to stop,” I said before I swiped my tongue over her lips, giving her another out.

But there was no hesitation as she curled her fists into my shirt and held me against her body.

“Fuck me, Josh,” she whispered against my lips.

“With pleasure,” I said, lifting her into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and my hard cock pressed against her heat. I wanted to drop her legs and yank off my sweats so I could feel her flesh on flesh.

I power walked into my bedroom and lowered her down to my unmade bed, a declaration of how restless my sleep had been last night when I knew she was steps away from me and I couldn’t have her.

But that was done. She was all mine, and I was going to take everything she gave me. I stretched out over her body, lowering my head to take her lips again.

She pressed her inner thigh to my hip and nudged me. I rolled over to my back, taking her with me. She sat on my belly and shoved my shirt up so her heat pressed against my stomach. The air whooshed out of my body as she rocked her ass against my cock.

She grinned. “You have entirely too many clothes on.” Her fingers sank under my shirt, pushing the material all the way up, and I lifted my upper body, helping her pull it over my head.

“Much better,” she said, trailing her fingers down my chest, her nails tugging at my sparse chest hair and scraping over my nipples.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled as she shifted her ass against my cock again.

“So do you.” She reached underneath her, slipped her hand into my sweats, and wrapped her fingers around my dick.

I sucked in a breath, not expecting her to grab me.

“So do you,” she repeated with a smirk as she pumped me in her fist, her thumb moving over the head.

She was so damn perfect. Her skin was still flushed, her eyes glittering with need. And if I leaned up, I could take her breasts into my mouth. But before I could move, she released my cock and lifted her hips.

I groaned, already missing her touch. She moved down my legs, taking my sweats with her. My dick popped out, so hard that it curved up slightly toward my stomach. She stood at the end of the bed and dropped my sweats to the floor.

And then she settled between my legs, her mouth hovering over my cock. And at the first touch of her tongue, my cock jumped.

She licked up one side and down the other before taking my dick into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. Her tongue swirled at the tip when she lifted up before moving to take more of me in. She moaned around my cock, her hand at the base controlling my movements.

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