Page 70 of Snared

He lifted me and then settled me back down on top of his cock, his hardness nudged against my folds.

I groaned in need, my stomach tightening.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he gritted out as he stretched his arm toward his nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom.

I took the packet from his hand and tore it open. Squeezing his cock, I slowly rolled the condom on him. He was so fucking hard, and I was desperate for him to sink into me. My shallow breathing matched his as our eyes locked. I could feel the heat in his gaze all the way down to my toes.

“Fuck me, Charlie,” he said, his jaw clenched as I pumped him in my hand.

I slowly guided him inside me, watching his tongue dart out to wet his lips and feeling his hands squeeze my hips with every inch that sank inside me.

I gasped when he tilted his hips up, thrusting fully into me like he couldn’t wait any longer. Fuck, he felt amazing. His hard cock pulsed inside me and my desire ratcheted up another notch. We held still as I adjusted around his length.

His hands skated up my stomach, cupping my breasts, and I leaned back and slowly moved up and down on his cock. I shuddered as he tweaked my nipples, sending bolts of desire down to my core.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I said as he continued to tease me while I moved up and down. I moaned every time he bottomed out. He let me set the pace, but he couldn’t completely give up control. I should’ve found that annoying, but all I wanted was for it never to end. His hips punched up as one of his hands left my breast and began the path down my stomach, my muscles quivering under his touch.

His thumb grazed my clit with the slightest of pressure, and I couldn’t stop my gasp.

“You’re fucking glorious,” he said when I met his gaze. His thumb started to make tight circles and I moaned.

I sat up straight, my head back, and gave into the sensation of him plunging in and out of my body while he tortured my clit. I clenched around him, loving every second of him inside me.

He groaned as my inner muscles squeezed his cock every time I sank down to the hilt.

My body tingled, and I could feel another orgasm building.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I took in a shuddering breath and met his gaze. His pupils were blown and his mouth parted. I wanted to lean down and kiss him, taste him again.

“I want to watch your face when you come again,” he said.

I was definitely on board with dirty-talk Josh. I braced my hand on his chest, never breaking eye contact as I lifted and lowered myself onto his cock, squeezing each time I went down. His thumb continued teasing my clit, driving me to the edge. I couldn’t hold out much longer.

“Come for me, Charlie,” he groaned. “Fucking come.”

“Fuck. Yes. Don’t stop.” I gasped. “I’m so close.”

He growled when I raked my thumbnail over his nipple, his abs quivering as he shuddered. I wanted to watch him explode under my touch as much as he wanted to see me.

I chased my orgasm, leaning into his touch. Heat spiraled through my body with every tight circle he drew on my clit, with every punch of his hips as his cock filled me.

“Oh my god, yes,” I shouted as I exploded, my orgasm barreling through me. My rhythm became disjointed as I came, and I hoped he wasn’t far behind because I was ready to collapse.

He gripped my hips, holding me as I rode out my orgasm, and he continued to plunge in and out of me, using my body how he wanted, how I needed him to. It was insane that I’d waited this long to give into him, to give into these sensations.

Fuck. He was amazing. My body felt languid as I came down from my high. I licked my lips, feeling parched, and his eyes darkened, never leaving mine.

Then, with a growl that echoed through the room, he tightened his grip on my hips and came, his cock pumping into me.

I would have bruises on my thighs tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I collapsed onto his chest, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. His hands banded around my waist as if he never wanted to release me.

“We should do this all the time,” he said, his voice gruff.

I laughed softly. “Pretty sure no one wants to see that on stage.”

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