Page 82 of Snap Shot

“Does Bea know you're here?” I back up a few steps, locking the door behind me.

He shakes his head. “No one knows. Now, sit your perfect ass down so I can get you off.”

Mindless, tentative steps take me toward him.

“What if you can't…?”

“I'll probably run into oncoming traffic.” Landon tugs at my silk shirt, untucking it as he pulls me closer. “If I do it better than you, then…” His arms twine around my torso as I lower and slide the files away. “God, you smell incredible.”

One hand cradles my throat and I tilt my neck for more of the encouraging touch.

“I need to kiss you here again.” Landon draws a quarter-sized circle over the most sensitive spot below my ear. “Can I?”

I nod, unable to put together any sort of words under his hold. He worships the delicate skin, those pillowy lips caressing, tongue sweeping, mouth sucking and teeth nipping, sucking and nipping, sucking and nipping until I melt like putty. My grasp on the desk slips.

“Show me how you like to be touched.”

I stifle a moan, my nipples going taut when he curses and groans in response. “Fuck.”

He follows as I unbutton my shirt then grab his wrists to move his hands over my bra-covered breasts. “You're flawless,” he says through a heavy breath, squeezing firm handfuls. “Fuckingfuck.”

I writhe, head dropping back as he continues to devour my neck, lashing his tongue again and again. Our fingers lace when I push his hands down, using them to inch my skirt up. Showing him where I really want him to touch me. They strum up my inner thighs, parting them over his hard quads below. He shifts, grinding against my ass, mumbling anotherfuckunder his breath as I move his fingers over my damp panties.

One index finger guides his to draw the fabric aside. The slow swipes through my wetness have me losing my mind and I can't stop, craving his thicker, longer, stronger fingers inside me. His fingertip grazes over my clit before prodding at the soaked entrance. Our fingers slide in without a struggle.

“You feel so fucking good.” Landon buries his head into my neck, tensing underneath me.

I press his finger down into the triggering spot. He presses harder, circling and circling.

I tremble and simper. “Right there.”

My hand goes limp and retracts but urges Landon by the wrist to keep going. His sole finger pumps in and out until a second dips in, eliciting a muted moan from both of us. “You're taking me so well, Indi. Such a tight fucking pussy.”

I whimper and judder. “Please, Landon.”

He grunts as the pace and pressure amplify, stretching and scissoring me. “I wish you could see what I'm seeing. How fucking gorgeous you are when your dripping cunt's desperate to come on my fingers.”

Rapid curling against my G-spot sends a garbled noise up my throat, threatening to turn into a scream, but he claps a hand over my unhinged mouth.

“Shhh,” he hisses, breath teetering through gritted teeth. “'If you don't keep quiet, we're gonna get caught.'Do you wanna get caught, Indi?”

I wince and deny, deny, deny.

“Good girl. Then use me. Use my fingers to fuck yourself.”

Rocking into his hand, I place his thumb against the needy bundle of nerves. “Landon.”

He groans into my shoulder. “You have no idea what you're doing to me.”

Another moan gushes out in response as I ride his hand, holding on by the wrist. My free hand bunches the fabric of his slacks at the thigh, pleasure rocketing through me.

“Feel for yourself.” He leads the clenched hand to the apex of his legs, skimming it over a rock-hard ridge.

I gasp at the warmth, the girth, the fucking sheer size of it under my palm. It grows with every stroke.

“Fuck, Indi.” Landon leaves harsh sucks below my ear. “Take it out if you want.”

There's no time to think or overthink. We’re already scrambling to unbutton and unzip his pants with one of each of our hands, his other hand still inside me. His cock springs out, eyeing my surprised expression from the close-up view. It twitches and reddens, veiny and angry as it winks out a pearl of pre-cum.

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