Page 93 of Snap Shot

“Landon.” Her moan has me bucking into the side of her hips, desperate for friction.

“Say it.”

Her lips purse before parting. “Make me come.”

“Ask me. Politely.” My voice comes out as rough as the frantic movements of my fingers. “Good girls have manners. Say please.”

When she doesn't, I stop. Indi quivers and whines, lifting her hips to use me. I pull my hand away entirely and slink down to my knees.

“Damn it. Landon!”

The open panels of her jeans fold in my palms, the edge of her black panties wrinkling under my fingers, but I don't move them away yet. “Beg me for it.”

She shifts, attempting to wriggle out of her clothing herself. “Please.”

“Please what?” I drag the denim and lace down an inch.

“Pleasemake me come with your mouth.”

“Atta girl.” Everything on her lower half gets wrenched to the edge of the couch and with it, her hips. I slide her pants off her legs and nudge her knees apart with my elbows, sopping cunt at my eye level. My cock doubles and throbs. Impatient prick. Shoo.

Mouth grazing that line of muscle on her inner thigh from her knees inward, I stop to bite on the trembling tendon.

“I'm obsessed with this. Your smooth fucking skin.” I breathe her in. “How you smell: sweet, spicy.”

That cranberry and cinnamon tastes better than anything I could've dreamed up on my own. I suck more skin between my teeth, nearing her wetness.

“Obsessed with how you say my name. How you beg.” It's a goddamn miracle I'm speaking at all. My brain tailspins, dizzy and entirely overwhelmed with what I'm about to do. “Obsessed with this warm little pussy.”

My lips meet her hot, inviting flesh and I lick upward to split her ready cunt apart with a groan.

She fights for air through a choked scream and anchors her hands in my hair. The painful strain at the roots from her sudden tugging sends jolts of pleasure from the base of my spine to the tip of my needy cock.

“Fuck, Indi. I'm obsessed with you.” I flatten my tongue to swipe across her arousal again, savoring every fucking drop. “You taste” —I lick slower the third time, pushing into her pulsing walls with the tip— “like winning.”

Indi's back bows off the sofa, hair a scattered mess over the gray upholstery, tits pointed toward the ceiling as she tears at my scalp. Her moans goad me on. I treat her clit like her nipple. Lapping, flicking across, sucking the life from it.

“Right there. Don't stop,” she gushes.

My hand lets go of her thigh to squeeze the firm flesh of her breast in a signal to get her to focus. “Eyes open, Indi.” The right words roll off my tongue like she does. “I want you to watch.” Fingers digging into her skin from spreading her legs wide, I keep her in place. “Watch while this sweet cunt takes me.”

She listens, dark, widened eyes fixating on where I am and what I'm doing.

“Landon,yes!” Her feet thrash against my sides.

“Doing so good, Indi. Give it all to me. Need you to come.”

Low moans from my chest spark her cries of pleasure as I wreak havoc on the best pussy I’ve ever tasted. Devouring, ravaging until my nose, lips, chin, and throat are covered in her.

Indi seizes everywhere, toes clawing at my thighs when I pull her clit into my mouth one last time, going lax as she finishes with a judder.

Her body jerks as I clean her with my tongue, that perfect cunt still red and sensitive. She replaces the grip on my hair with tender strokes eliciting a deep hum. “Fuck, Landon.” Indi's head lolls, eyes lidding, struggling to keep consciousness.

I push up off my knees, propping her head up by palming her neck.

She sways, a sleepy giggle escaping. “That was—”

“The best thing I ever had in my mouth.”

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