Page 114 of Snap Shot

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” I chant like a madman when she takes more of me between her cheeks at the most unbelievable pace while stroking her tongue on the underside.

Indi gags when I’m in too far.Goddamn, the gagging. Every gushyclucktightens the coil of pleasure winding at the base of my spine. It's gonna have me busting so soon. Too soon.

I launch my head upright to witness this perfection in real-time. The way her saliva dribbles out and coats me has me dizzy. I thought Heaven was tasting her. Wrong. There's nothing as glorious or holy as Indira Davé mouthing my cock at the crack of dawn.

“Baby,” I groan. “You're fucking gorgeous with your mouth full of my cock.”

Teardrops bead in the corners of her eyes from how deep I've delved into her throat.

“You take me so well.”

She moans in response, and it takes everything in me to retreat from the brazen thrusts. Balling my grip on her hair, I force eye contact.

“I love when you give me control,” I grit through my teeth with another punishing thrust, “'cause you're the only one” —I knock into the back of her throat again— “who makes me lose” —another thrust— “all semblance of it.”

Her whimper buzzes through my clenched balls. If I don't finish in two seconds, my dick's gonna burst into flames. I don't stop the manic movements, the rhythmic sloshing from her throat driving me to the brink. I writhe against the sheets, legs tremoring as jolts of pleasure roar at the edge of release.

My torso lurches, every muscle in my body taut as I explode with an embarrassing, loud groan. Stars cartoonishly circle in my vision. Indi keeps me in her mouth, gulping the cum and drawing me in with languid pulls while I'm still shuddering and sensitive in the aftermath.

Returning from the high, I soften on her tongue as she smiles back at me, batting her eyelashes. My breath settles from its erratic tempo. The sheets cling to my bare back, fresh sweat surely leaving behind a stain.

Indi snaps the waistband of my shorts back up with a giddy laugh, then falls back to my bed with a sigh. I roll over her and off the mattress after I pelt her neck with impatient kisses. She squeals and buries her nails into my scalp and shoulder.

“Ouch,” I intone. “You're gonna leave behind marks.” My lips float over hers before I push off by the forearms. “Unless you want everyone to know.”

She lets go, her open palm landing on my ear with afwump.

“Get off,” she commands, lips fighting a smile.

“I already did.”

She rolls those unimpressed eyes.

“Youscored.” I extend my left arm to her face, miming a whistle blow with the other, then imitate a foghorn sound to signal a goal. Indi attempts to jostle me off, but I plant my hips onto hers.

“Obnoxious.” She laughs.

Yes! I make Indira Davé laugh. My chest swells with pride and I flex, balling my biceps and making my pecs bounce.

“Absolutely atrocious display.” Lingering fingertips on my abs tell me differently. My stubborn girl can't admit to liking my ridiculous ass.

“Alright,” I conclude, rolling her to the side to lay a clap to her perfect ass. It jiggles in a controlled wave. “Any more banter and I'll have to shut you up again and there's no time. I gotta get on the ice.”

Indi sputters and dives under the covers. Cute aggression builds but I resist the need to squish her, instead smooshing a harsh kiss to her sweet, clammy forehead. “Let me get you some water. Stay as long as you'd like.”

Indi downs a large glass before she yawns and turns into a hamster ball under the summer blanket. I loiter at the edge of the bed, not wanting to leave, but unprepared to get chewed out by the GM or Jaeg for being late.

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At practice, Wade being his quirky self draws more attention than usual.

“What the fuck is that?” Olsen snickers and pulls the hood over Wade's eyes as we head to the lockers. “Wearing' a fucking hoodie under your gear?”

Our goalie tears off his shoulder pads and points to the ‘RIPPIN' WRISTERS AND BANGIN' SISTERS’ text on his chest. “Why don't you ask your sister?”

The big oaf shoves Wade into Szecze, who shoves him back to Olsen. The playful volley suddenly erupts into an all-out brawl, pulling in more than the necessary parties. Jaeg and I end up prying the dog pile apart and order them towards the showers to cool off.

Derrick grabs the perpetrator by the neck with a warning. “Back to therapy you go.”

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