Page 78 of Snap Shot

“Encouragement.” The dress material inches up at a torturous pace.

Encouragement? I can do that. I'll throw on a skirt and shake pom-poms if that's what she wants.

“Fuck,look at you.” More and more of that flawless skin appears. “What else?”

“Landon, I'm soaked.”

“No use for those panties, then.” I take a harsh gulp. “Take 'em off.”

Narrowed eyes hold mine in a vice as she removes them from her legs, flinging the nude fabric across the floor with her shoe. Widening her position, Indi strums her fingers up her inner thighs, flipping up that floral skirt to expose herself to me.

“Now what?” Her chest heaves, the sound of our asynchronous ragged breaths volleying back and forth.

“Play with it.” I lean forward and wet my lips, resting my elbows on my knees and steepling my fingers. “Show me how you like to play with it.”

One slender finger swipes through the cleft, prying her apart and showing how right she was. That dark pussy of hersissoaked. Her arousal glistens in the dim canned light from above as she smears it over her reddened clit. “Like this?”

My footing nearly slips when she rubs circles into the hooded flesh before prodding into herself. She bites on her lower lip, stifling a pleasured hum before her middle finger joins.

“Just like that.”

They delve, in and out, in and out, slow, and steady.

“That's a good girl,” I grit through my teeth.

Indi whines out an approving noise in response. They disappear and re-emerge again and again, faster, and faster, her hips bucking with the hypnotizing speed. She winces and squirms as I goad her on. The squelching sound is enough to flatline my heart.

“That's a good fucking girl.” My fingers roughly scrub over my mouth, muffling the words. Restraint unravels like a loosely tied knot.

Her feet in those heels arch further, toes curling under the broad strap.

“Landon!” she moans, head tossing back, lashes fluttering.

The breathy cry from Indi's lips drains whatever blood was left in my brain straight to my cock. The poor bastard fights for his life within my jeans. “Eyes open. On me.”

She jolts upright with another sharp gasp. Her thighs quiver and clamp shut around the hidden hand, my name gushing from her gaping mouth again as she peaks.

I struggle to breathe. I'd be shitting bricks if my balls weren't cramping at the lack of release.

“Fuck me, Indi.” If she even thinks about my dick right now, I swear I'll come.

Indi's body goes slack as her high peters out. “That's against the rules. I'm a rule-follower, Radek.” Her raspy, satisfied giggle slaps a smile onto my face. “Hmm”— she removes her fingers from her coated pussy— “I should probably get cleaned up.” Glazed, glossy fingers scissor the air, connected by the swooping threads of her climax.

Smile erased, I scramble forward to kneel at her feet. Ready to worship at the altar of Indira Davé. There's no place I'd rather be. I might stay here forever.

“Me. Let me.” My voice comes out strangled, mashing the words together in my haste. I'm pathetic and I don't care. “You gonna let me have a taste?” I shrink back to my haunches as she inclines forward.

Her pupils dilate, reflecting my desperate image, playful smirk lilting up the crease of her lips. “Only one way to find out.”

“Anything,” I say through a groan. “I'll do anything.”

Don't come. Don't come. Don't fucking come, you absolute prick.

Her clean hand cups my chin, thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“Beg.”

Chapter 22: Okay, Sheldon Cooper

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