Page 145 of Snap Shot

“You're supposed to bunch all that up.”

Indi bends slightly to lift the bottom hem off the floor, freeing her mile-long legs from the many layers. She cocks one knee, the sari hanging at mid-thigh.

“And take off whatever skimpy thing you've got on underneath. Leave the heels.” They're glittery gold and strappy, unlike the red-soled ones she usually wears.

With a roll of her eyes, she wiggles until a tiny piece of lace floats down, then kicks them off. “Now what?”

The vision of Indi brightens as my eyes dilate. I hoist her onto me by fisting the gathered fabric at her hips until her knees flank my waist, then recline. “Now you scoot up and sit on my face.”

She looks back at me, frozen in awe, her gaze switching between my torso and face, where a single finger taps against my lips.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I—uh—I have no idea what I'm doing.”

“Don't go shy on me now, baby. I know the filthy things you read.” My fingers divot the flesh of her toned thighs to slide her up my chest in one effortless pull. “Here's a refresher: scooch up, sink down until you can't anymore. Please, Indi? Take my mouth. I'm fucking starving for this sweet pussy.”

The rough texture of my beard stubble dots her inner thigh with goosebumps, her supple skin pursing against my lips. She clears her throat and shivers. “But how will you breathe?”

A whine groans through my short laugh. “If I'm meant to meet my maker with my tongue buried in your pretty cunt, so be it. And anyway, I plan on drowning before suffocating.” My upward glance is half-convincing. Indi edges closer, bolstering the silk higher. “Open wider,” I hoarsely whisper. She drives one of her hands into my hair for support. “I wanna see how wet you are.”

Indi listens, andfuck, is she wet. That dark cunt glistens. Feeling drunk before having a taste, I lick and suck the flesh leading to the apex of her legs, letting out moan after pleading moan. “Please, Indi. Sit on my fucking face already.”

A quivering giggle follows. “I love it when you beg.”

“I want you to use me,” I urge on, sweeping my tongue inward. “Ride my face until you come all over it.”

A second hand joins the other in my hair, threading the strands in a death grip before sliding herself into place over my mouth. “Fuck, Landon.”

I take a deep breath in case it's my last, cherishing how warm and slick Indi is against my mouth. My tongue swipes impatiently, licking and lapping in long strokes as her hips find a rhythm. They buck and grind, eliciting guttural, pleasured noises from both of us. This woman takes me to paradise between her thighs every time. Indi rips at my hair when I lash over her clit, prodding and sucking between devouring dips into her pussy. Her arousal spreads, seeping past the seam of my lips and dripping over the hill of my chin, gravity trailing it down my jaw and neckline. I groan at the sensation of sticky streaks and prod the tip of my tongue into the pulsing sensitive spot, wanting more. Needing more.

“Yes.” She mewls.

I repeat the motion and receive a similar response. Her hips drive harder and faster, taking everything I give while chanting my name through ragged breaths. My erection strains against the zipper, dickhead so wet it's probably going to leave a stain at the crotch of my suit slacks. Lifting my hips only makes it worse, the friction more and more unbearable as Indi's pussy readies to explode. My own orgasm rolls forward. There's no stopping it now.

The knot of spiraling pleasure at the base of my spine tightens and tightens, like my palms on her firm ass. She's replaced crying for me with a string of high-pitchedohsbut if she says my name one more time—

“Landon!” Indi's thighs clamp my ears shut, muting the sounds of her climax. The way her fists tear at my hair dulls any feeling other than her juddering and jerking. A wave of her cum flows onto my tongue and I stiffen, unable to stop my torso from curling forward, eyes shooting back while I come harder than I thought I could.

Senseless, dazed, and satisfied to no end, I open my eyes and catch my breath, not knowing how much time has passed. Pinned by the shoulders, I'm greeted by a line of slickness between my neck and stomach where she sits. I sigh, a dopey smile splitting free. Indi's feather-light fingertips cross my sweaty brow and comb through the damp strands of hair.

“Are you okay?”

“Me?” I laugh. “I'm fucking fantastic.”

Her dewy, flushed face calls for my touch and I give in, pushing away a rogue hair that escapes her bun. She leans into it, cuddling my palm.

“Did you finish in your pants?Again?”

“That did happen, yeah.” I sit up and catch Indi as she tips back, cradling her nape and holding us together. My swollen lips tingle as they inch to hers. “Nothing gets me off like getting you off.”

Mischief flashes in those dark eyes. “You in a betting mood, Radek?”

“Always.”

“I have an idea. An incentive, let's say. Remember when I said I'd come to the next game?

“I can't fucking wait to see you in my jersey again.” Her humid breath reaches my lips, and they twitch, restraining themselves from kissing her.

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