Page 129 of Snap Shot

He likes that? Noted.

Those blue eyes flash open when I stay silent, his guiding hands halting without warning. I gasp out in horror, frustration, and disappointment at the ruined orgasm.

Landon laces his fingers into the sweaty hairs attached to my nape, then fists them, wrenching my head back and chin up. The pain of whiplash feels too good and leaves me breathless. Speechless.

“You're so mouthy out there.” His other hand dives under my sole piece of clothing and finds the sensitive bundle between my legs. Calluses rub over the tender flesh. I moan at the sensation. “But I love how quiet your noises get when I touch you.” Two of his fingers slip into me, swift and effortless from how soaked I am. My walls close in around them. “Now say it. Whose tight fucking pussy is this?”

Fingertips tap and curl against the tender spot inside. The combined pressure with his thumb flicking across my clit is so unbearable, pleasure shakes through my limbs.

“Yours,” comes out in a gasped whisper. My forehead falls to his, noses slotted as I shamelessly pant onto his tensed mouth in sync with his thrusts. “Yours, yours,yours.”

“Good girl.” Landon delves deeper, fingers slapping into my wetness faster. “Fuck—yes—drench my hand.” The peaks of his knuckles slam against the sensitive rim of flesh.

I cry out his name, my entire body clenching and clutching him at every place we connect: hands at his sinewed neck, legs around his hand, sweaty, wrinkled brow on his.

He continues, extending the orgasm ripping through me until I lose my vision. His arms wrap my limp torso, delicate kisses caressing the column of my neck as our labored breaths peter out.

“Say it again.” Landon nips at the shell of my ear, voice heavy with a husky murmur. “That all this sweetness is for me.” He swipes through the slick remnants of my release.

Goosebumps prickle my skin, on high alert in the aftermath. My cloudy, orgasm-addled brain has yet to catch up and obeys with a nod. “I'm yours.”

He returns a sighed groan, massaging my nape until my eyes flutter open, hazily taking in his beautiful features. “That's right, baby.Mine.”

Our lips brush together in a near-kiss with my next breath and immediately snatches it away. Time drags out the next second, feeling like minutes. Landon suppresses a harsh exhale with puffed cheeks, then whisks me off his leg. The spinning motion lands me with my hips on the edge of the chair and him kneeling between my feet. Leaning forward, he flips my jersey up to expose my breasts, nipples rapidly shrinking as he thumbs and mouths them one after the other, his pleasured noises making me wetter by the second.

I arch into the light grazing of his tongue as it changes to a fierce suck before he lets go and falls back to his haunches. Plush, dampened lips capture the tops of my feet and dote on my ankles, traveling up the curve up my calves to kiss the crease of my left knee while I gasp for air.

His eyes roil and simmer, honed on mine as his tongue laps up the cum slathered over my inner thigh. He pries my knees apart and places them over those sculpted shoulders while a content hum vibrates from his chest and through me.

“So let me taste what's mine.”

Landon covers my soaked core with his open mouth, nose rubbing and burying itself at the cleft of my splayed legs. Languid, upward sweeps of his tongue leave me whimpering. My hands tug at the silk strands on his head from the root, nails tearing at his scalp.

“Fuck,” he drawls through a groan. The pleasure builds quicker this time, climbing and climbing with every punishing lick. His lips pucker around my sore clit, wet smacking and dizzying suction pushing me to the brink at lightning speed.

A high-pitched whine rings in my ears as the warmth of his hand on my parted leg disappears. It almost drowns out the metal jingling as he undoes his belt and the hasty whir from unzipping his pants.

I lower my eyes when he moans and dips his tongue into the needy flesh, gasping at how he strokes from the thick base of his hardened cock to the reddened head. Veins on the back of his hand bulge from the vice-like grip.

The glimpse is gone too soon as my eyes roll back. His devouring gets messy, sloppy as he chases his own release. My hips buck into his face.

“I'm so close,fuck.” Landon hums and moans as he pumps faster.

“Are you—gonna come—before me?” I say, unraveling with every shallow breath, surprisingly lucid enough for one last jab. “I thought you said you were ‘a nice guy.’”

His hand abandons the rigid, floating length, a rumbling, choked-back groan rolling from his chest as he returns to the post on my ass, clawing into each cheek. “I can't stop myself. It's fuckingachingfor you.”

I writhe against his mouth, hoping to erase the agony from his desperate tone. Our unabashed moans goad each other on, the repeated lashing of the tip of his tongue on my clit taking me to the peak a second time, mumbling nonsense. “Oh, God. Oh, holyfuuuuuck.”

My heels dig into his back, feet arched tight as the climax hits, an unbridled wave of pleasure jolting through me. “Landon!” I scream out for him, every overstimulated nerve shot to hell. That unrelenting tongue of his has me seizing through the receding orgasm.

My hands relax from their tense fists, shifting to remove the sweat dotting my hairline. Landon beats me to it, brushing aside rogue flyaways and kissing the flushed tops of my cheeks.

“I'm yours,” he says with a shush, straightening to his full, upright position, bringing his big guy toitsfull, upright position toward my mouth. “It'll only take a minute to show you how much.” His demand paired with the urging hand on my collarbone has my needy pussy crying again. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”

Landon's thumb guides my lips apart and directs the wet head of his cock between them, inching it in slowly to allow me to adjust to its size. “Mmf.”

I draw a breath through my nose, hollowing my cheeks in a sharp suck.

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