Page 130 of Snap Shot

“Oh, my—fuck.” His head drops back, then snaps up to peer down at me through lazy, hooded eyes and those thick lashes. “Take it. I know you can.” The low carpet chafes my bare knees as I bob, pulling him in further. “Gorgeous fucking girl.” My eyes water. “All of it. Just like that.”

Ruthless thrusts follow as he supports my head, tipping it back to lodge himself deeper.

The defined arcs of his hips rock into my palms as I hold on, letting him fuck my tear-stained face as he likes. The merciless movements cease suddenly as Landon groans, neck straining from edging himself out. “You take me so fucking well.” He drives in with another thrust. “Feels so fucking good.”

I choke, eliciting a delicious, trembling moan in response.

“Goddamn.”

Moving his firm grip from my jaw to my throat, the pad of his thumb caresses his length through my cheek, then presses my windpipe where the swollen crown of his cock throbs. “I can feel myself here.” His dick grows at the sensation. I gag again. “Fuck, Indi. I'm yours.”

The speed of his rough thrusts fires up again and one of my hands falls from his hips, disappearing between my legs to rub my clit furiously. It's raw but I don't care. This man makes so fucking horny I can't stand it.

“Hell fucking yes,” he encourages. “Play with that greedy clit. Filthy girl. You get off choking on my cock?”

I answer the gritty question by coming so hard, my mashed-potato brain is thoughtless except for him.

Landon. Landon. Landon.No one else, like he promised. Men? What men? There's only Landon, the orgasm whisperer.

He twitches and roars out a low moan, the climax wracking his body and sending hot streams down my throat, my own release dribbling through my fingers and down my thighs.

His cock softens as he removes it from my throat. Sweat trails every chiseled crevice of his immaculate torso. I'm tempted to lick it all away. Before I can act on it, he scoops me up, still cradling my neck.

“I'm yours,” he says through an intense sigh. “And you're mine. That's it.”

Landon backpedals us, practically dragging my useless body to the bed. I don't fight him when he lays me down and crushes me into the mattress with his weight. He's like a two-hundred-pound blanket. I don't fight the next fifteen minutes of sleep we share.

Wispy sweeps of his fingertips over my cheek and jaw wake me.

Rueful blue eyes stare back, his arm tightening around my midsection. He wets his lips. “I'm sorry.”

My mouth gapes. The apology is unexpected.

“I know. I'm an idiot and I'm sorry.”

“It is pretty ridiculous to demand I never say any other man's name again.”

“I know, baby.” He kisses my nose. “Seeing you with Sutton made me want to explode.” His fingers lace through my hair, finding a comforting spot where he massages the back of my neck. “I'm not threatened by Sutt, but he touched you.” Landon's pained expression makes my heart whir. “And I got scared because it seemed like you liked it.”

I gulp. A pause hangs.

He gulps, too, his terrified eyes darting between mine. “Did you?”

“It was different,” I explain. “I'm not used to it. Getting attention from someone like that.” I correct myself, “Other than you, I mean.”

“Just don't get it from him,” he cuts me off, detangling from my hair to cup my chin with his index finger and thumb. “If you want attention, I'll give you all of mine.”

Landon holds my gaze in the hypnotic depths of his affirming eyes. His hands grasp around me tighter, closer. “If you wanna be touched, have your hand held, let it be me.”

The same hands thread through my fingers, stretching our arms above our heads. “If you wanna be fed and cuddled, let it be me.”

Mouth dropping to my ear, he rolls his hips into mine, a raspy whisper pleading for a promise. “If you wanna be tasted, kissed, worshipped,fucked, let it be me.”

I gasp. He groans and repeats the thrusting as my legs widen beneath him. “Please, baby? Let it be me, Indi. No one else.”

“No one else,” I parrot with a nod, ignoring how my mind reels at his vulnerability. “New rules. Exclusivity. And holding hands and aftercare is allowed.”

One of his eyebrows rises.

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