Page 105 of Snared

She sighed, her words unintelligible when I switched to torment her other breast.

There wasn’t a part of this woman that I didn’t want to feast on for hours.

I gripped her hip with one hand while trailing my other hand down her stomach. Her mouth parted on a gasp as my thumb found her clit.

Then she ground herself against my thumb.

I stared up at her, her nipples wet from my mouth, her skin pink. And then I punched my hips up as her inner muscles clenched around my cock.

A moan escaped from her lips. I loved the sounds I coaxed from her body. She moaned.

Her hands curled into my chest, and her eyes met mine as she rode me. My groan was choppy as I continued to torment her clit while pumping my hips. I knew she was close. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and every muscle in my stomach tightened. I needed her to come first, but I was on the edge of exploding.

“Fucking come,” I growled, applying more pressure to her clit as I made tight circles with my thumb.

Her body tensed. Her rhythm faltered.

Her eyes never left mine.

At that moment, I would give her—I needed to give her—whatever she wanted.

Forever.

She nibbled on her lower lip, and I squeezed her hip again, wondering if I was leaving my fingerprints behind on her perfect skin.

I’d never wanted to mark someone as much as I wanted to mark her. It was animalistic, but she brought that out in me. I loved it, and judging by the sounds coming from her mouth, she did, too.

“Come for me, Charlie. Come,” I rasped.

“Fuck. Josh. Yes,” she screamed as she fell over the edge, her body pulsing around me and forcing me to follow, pumping everything I had into her.

There was nothing like sex with Charlie. It warmed every inch of me, and not just because of our insane chemistry. It was more, and I was no longer afraid of what that more was.

She slumped down on my chest; her breathing labored as I reached up and stroked her sweat-dampened hair.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she whispered against my chest.

I laughed softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

She trailed her hand down my side and immediately found a ticklish spot.

“Hey,” I said, trying to shift away from her.

“That’s not exactly glowing praise,” she said, tickling me again before lifting her head to look at me. There was only humor in her eyes.

“You want me to tell you I’ve never had better? That you rock my fucking world and I wish we could stay in bed fucking forever?”

“Hmm, much better.” She rubbed her heated body against me.

My cock twitched inside her, and I groaned. “Stop that. I need some recovery.”

“Doesn’t feel that way,” she said, rolling her hips again.

I gripped her ass.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“That would be one way to dispose of a cocky band manager,” she deadpanned.

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