Page 191 of Snap Shot

“But this soaked little cunt of yours feels too fuckinggood.”

Those filthy words send my eyes rolling back. My ears ring with a rapid pulse.

“I won’t last—need you to come, too.” Landon lets one hand go, our breaths between sloppy kisses going ragged as he thumbs my clit at the same unhurried pace as his thrusts. “Please, baby? Come all over my cock.”

Brazen, shameless, and swathed in the most erotic and intimate experience of my life, I squirm and cry out his name.

He grunts and groans back. “I need you to be kissing me while I come.”

The combined pleasure of his grazing tongue, deft fingers, and hardened cock is too much. It throws me over the edge, nails biting into his shoulder blades and vision pinholing through darkness until it flashes white. We swallow one another's throaty moans as Landon stills to fill the condom with a hot, extended release. The high recedes as we breathlessly pant like dogs in heat, wiping the dewy sweat away from our brows.

“Holyshit,” I say through an exhale. “That was…”

His head droops into my neck. “Unreal.”

A smile escapes. “I was gonna say ‘quick.’”

Landon pops his head up and gapes, faking a hurt sob.

I snort. “And here I thought professional athletes were supposed to have stamina.”

“Take it back.” He crushes me under his weight.

“No.” I hazily giggle.

Landon pulls out and kisses the lowest part of my stomach. “What can I say? This greedy little pussy's got me in a chokehold.” He steps away from the bed to tie off the condom and throw it away in the nearby washroom, third leg still at attention in mid-air. “We've got time. It's only…” He squints at the clock across the room, “…noon.”

Looping back to me, he tangles his fingers through my nebulous hair.

I mirror their position, placing my hands into the sweaty pieces on his nape.

“I love you.”

A sultry, mind-melting kiss is my initial reply. “You love me?” I smack his round, naked ass. “Next round, fuck me like you don't.”

Dimpled cheeks and mischievous eyes take on my baiting. Somehow—despite the countless condom wrappers littering the cabin floor—never once do I not feel loved by Landon Radek. Bent over the kitchen island when we go to rehydrate, wearing my ankles like earrings while on his knees, missionary with my legs to the side. We mean to shower but can't help ourselves.

He sandwiches me to the damp tile, and I can't—don't want to, either—resist kissing him. Slippery hands move me up, adjusting my legs around him so that one foot lands on his shoulder.

“Nothing compares, Indi. Nothing tastes sweeter, feels better than this right here: your mouth on me, perfect cunt around my cock.”

“Faster,” I demand, with a harsh tug of his hair, desperate for another release. He goes rough, slapping our hips together. The smacking sounds echo.

“Eyes down. Look at how well this pussy swallows me.”

The caught glimpse of him pounding in and out, in and out, has yet another climax barreling toward me. I scream and shatter around him as he bottoms out inside me.

Landon wets his lips, all red from the hours of kissing, taking air through flared nostrils. “You're stunning like this. All flushed and well-fucked.”

My shoulders shake, a silent laugh wafting through the steam. “You know, I'm already in love with you.”

He kisses the tip of my nose while letting me find my footing again. “And I plan on keeping it that way.”

Wayward snowflakes blur the glass window against the dark sky, not unlike my fogged, post-marathon session brain. A lazy smile pulls at my mouth. “I take back what I said about your stamina.”

“Glad I could prove myself.” Landon hums, thick-lashed eyes heavy with sleep as he peers up from my exposed stomach. His plush lips brush against the soft skin, moving aside the panels of my half-buttoned pajama shirt. “You're real, right? 'Cause you feel like a dream.”

I grab our twined hands and kiss his knuckles. “Sweet man. You're so smooth with those lines.”

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