Page 155 of Snap Shot

I should not be this turned on. Her tearing the Velcro apart and flinging the robe away is no help. The tight onesie thing is better in-person. Way better.

“Fucking look at you,” I say through a sigh, straining against the plastic ties. Everything strains against her, especially my big guy below.

She looks to my groin, suede briefs ready to burst. “Look at that. Youenjoybeing tortured by me?”

“I enjoy everything you do to me.”

Indi laughs an evil laugh while dragging her fingertips across the curved seam of fabric on her chest. She toys with it, teasing me for a never-ending minute before lowering the cups to flash that incredible rack.

“You're the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen.” I groan. “Your tits are perfect.” Pulling at the restraints again is useless. “Let me go so I can touch you.”

“Not a chance.” She rolls her hips, moving herself over the engorged length of my dick. Her face tilts with a hum.

Another alcoholic surge burns through my veins. “Does it make you wet, Indi?” A brazen question. “Seeing me like this?”

“So needy and hard?” There's an obvious smile in her reply. “I don't think I've ever been wetter.”

My body clenches, unable to move anything but my bent knees. I'm not sure I want to with the way she's perched over me. “Then keep grinding that little pussy on me. I wanna feel it against my cock.”

She does, rocking and grinding at a crushing, patient pace. My head knocks back into the headrest, twisting and groaning louder at the pleasurable torment. Delicious, intoxicating torment. “How's that?”

“Fuck,yes. I'm” —her warm cunt rubs over me— “desperate” —she sinks further with another thrust— “for you.”

The meshy mouth hole of her terrifying mask presses onto my lips with a hot, boozy breath. “Scream for me.”

I want it. Her mouth on mine while I show her exactly what I feel. I want to feel her everywhere. And I want her to feel the same. Sofuckingbadly. “Indi!”

Her hips continue without relent, tits bouncing at my eye level. My mouth roots over air, hoping to snag a taste of those hardened nipples. She reclines, removing them from reach.

“Please,” I whine, writhing under her and making the most inhuman noises as pleasure rockets through me. “You own me.” The liquored confession draws out another. “I've dreamed of you for so long. In my bed. On your couch. You riding me right here, taking my cock so hard I can't see.”

Indi's hips circle and increase the pressure.

Muscled sinews of my neck stretch through a frustrated growl. “I'm dying to flip you over and fuck you against this console, fill you up until you can't feel anything else. Can't feel anything but me.”

She doesn't stop, doesn't change her speed. Her hands drop from my shoulders to my chest, fingers curling over the plate while she stifles a whimper. Those soft sounds trigger me, the oncoming orgasm playing a horrible game of hide-and-seek.

Like a rabid dog, I grunt and snarl, practically foaming at the fucking mouth for release. The ties slice into my wrists, seat belt cutting into my bare skin as my whole body goes taut when she drives over me again. “Ah,fuck. I'm gonna—please don't make me come on myself again.”

“Oh,” she moans, but cuts herself off. “Careful what you wish for.”

The contact disappears, building pleasure replaced with the excruciating, unreleased weight of my balls. I grumble and wince. Indi kneels in the seat next to me, the cold silicone of the mask grazing my ear.

“There's nothing scarier than not getting a happy ending.” She unlocks the door, reaching for the handle.

Breathing is a chore. “Fuck, Indi. I’m sorry.”

She shushes me, holding a safety pin in front of my face. “I’m not mad.” It does something to the tie, and it loosens, finally releasing my hands. “Honestly, I feel better now.” She frees my ankles, too. Indi snorts, making me fall in love with her all over again.

It happens daily, like a dreamy version of Groundhog Day. I didn’t know falling in love like that was possible.

“Is He-Man gonna be okay?” She motions to it with a downward flick of her eyes.

Don't talk to me!my dick weeps. I hiss with a shake of my head. “A kiss might make it feel better.”

Another glorious laugh. I swoon and pretend to faint on her shoulder. “Next time, eh? I should get back before people start asking questions.”

“You're really not mad? I didn't mean—”

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