Page 99 of Snap Shot

“This is what I get for fucking around with a virgin.” Russ rolled his eyes. “It's called dirty talk. Everyone does it. I can't believe you're giving me shit after your dry cunt couldn't keep me hard.” He reached for his phone and cursed again, gathering his clothes, and pulling them on.

“You're leaving?” I shrunk further into the shroud of the bedsheets.

“You expect me to stay?” He scoffed. “Get over yourself, Indi.”

Landon waits for a response. I unzip my dress, slipping the sleeves down my arms and baring my torso. The stiff fabric pools around my hips, like the pleasure between them. I want him to see me. My hand circles around him to support the weighted length of his cock, engorged head leaking pre-cum. I lick the tip in one, slow, upward swipe. His head sags back, hand cradling my neck with a squeeze, throat going taut through a moan.

“You're perfect.” The artery bound to the column of my neck pounds under his tenderly grazing thumb. More of his arousal seeps out when I hum. I spread it over him with a tight pump.

He lifts his head with a gasp, meeting my gaze as I mouth him. “So fucking perfect.”

I pause for a second, flooded with his adoration. It washes the bitter emotions away when I pull more and more of him in.

“Every inch, just like that.” His thighs judder when he hits the back of my throat.

I gag with a cluck.

“Fuck.Tell me to stop, Indi.”

I don't. I take him in, again and again, stroking the veiny underside with my tongue and dropping my hand from the trunk of his dick to let my mouth do the work.

“You're taking me so well.” He twitches between the suction of my cheeks, every muscle in his body wound up, visibly straining for release. My own pleasure climbs as his hips surge forward, piloting how deep and fast he wants to plunge into me. Tears form but they don't fall. Landon groans and removes himself from me.

“Baby, if you keep going, I'm gonna come.”

My throat is sore, hoarse from being filled by him, unable to produce any reply.

Baby?If he doesn't come, I might. My hands do the talking for me and fist the base of his length, bringing it to my lips once more.

“Oh,fuck. You want me to?”

I nod, seeing my reflection in the darks of his eyes.

“What a good fucking girl.”

My stroking and sucking sync with his rumbling groans before I offer the flattened plane of my tongue as a place to finish. His knees buckle as his orgasm hits, knuckles going white around the edge of the counter.

I may never get over him falling apart while moaning my name, those gorgeous sweaty strands of hair hugging his forehead. Or the way he tastes like Heaven. A sweet and salty drop hangs from my lower lip. Landon swipes and pushes it back in with two fingers. His heaving chest chases after rapid breaths.

“When I come in your mouth,” he says through his teeth, “I want you to take it all. Swallow it all, you hear me?”

My head nods, blinking away the rest of the receding teardrops.

“Good girl.”

“Landon?” I savor his grip on my neck.

“Yeah?”

“Next time, paint my throat.”

He pulls his shorts up and smirks. “Anything you want, baby.”

“Why did you call me that?” My knees anguish against the harsh surface of the tile.

“Call you what?”

I force down the unsure lump with a gulp, afraid of the answer. “Baby.”

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