Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best classic books to read TXT) 📕

did. He stopped fighting it and kissed her, carefully easing himself on top of her. She made a sweet humming sound when his cock pressed against her thigh, and he could feel the heat of her, even through the layers of fabric separating them. With her injured ankle, he knew he needed to be gentle with her, and so he carefully slid one hand around her right thigh, hooking it around his hips, leaving her left leg where it was.

As he kissed her, he slowly thrust against her, working his cock against her pussy, teasing and tormenting them both. She clung to him, her nails raking up and down his back, her hips tilting up to meet him.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” she whispered. “Fuck, Bastian.”

He loved hearing her call him that, so much. Probably too much, but right now, all he cared about was making both of them feel as good as possible.

He broke the kiss and trailed lazy kisses down her neck, skating a hand up under her shirt again and filling it with her breast. Her back arched off the mattress a little, pressing into his touch.

“Tell me what you like, Kayla. I wanna make you feel so fucking good.”

She moaned, writhing against him. “I like this. Kissing you, feeling how hard you are for me. I like the build up. I like the tease.”

“Mmm.” He circled his hips, pressing against her pussy while slowly rolling her nipple between her fingers. “What else?”

“I like it a little rough.”

He tightened his grip on her nipple and she gasped. “We have to be careful with your ankle.”

She nodded jerkily, her breath coming in sharp pants. “I know. I just…” She opened her eyes and met his in the darkness. “I like knowing who I belong to. I like not having to be in charge.”

“Oh, fuck,” he ground out, on the verge of losing control. He rocked his hips against her and she let out a shuddery breath. “Do you know how fucking perfect your answer is?” He kissed her, a hard, deep kiss that left them both gasping for air.

“Yeah?”

“Like I said, if you knew the fantasies I’d had about you…” He trailed off and sat up. “I need to see more of you. Touch more of you.”

“I want to know. Every single thought you’ve had about me, I want to know.” Then she sat up, letting him help her with her shirt. He worked it slowly over her head, revealing the most mouthwatering pair of breasts he’d ever seen. Full and heavy with dark pink nipples. Leaning forward, he closed his mouth over one, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She moaned and wove her fingers into his hair, holding him close, shaking a little. He scraped his teeth over her nipple and she gave a little shriek that dissolved into a needy groan.

“Lie down, baby. Let’s talk.” He urged her down onto her back and laid down beside her, facing her and propped up on his elbow. Then he laid one hand on her stomach and slipped his fingers below the waistband of her leggings. As his fingers dipped lower, he groaned at what he found. “You’re so wet that you soaked right through your panties,” he said, his voice heavy with approval.

She spread her legs wider in invitation. “What are we going to talk about?”

He stroked her over top of her drenched panties, making her hips shift restlessly on the bed. “You said you wanted to know all the things I’ve fantasized about you. So I’m going to share.” He lowered his head, kissing her. “And I’m going to stroke this needy pussy while I tell you.”

She whimpered and nodded, her cheeks and chest flushed, her nipples gorgeously hard points. He rubbed his fingers in a slow circle over the wet fabric and then dipped inside, cupping her, tracing a finger up and down her slit.

“Hmm, where to start…” He slid a finger inside her, fucking her slowly, his dick throbbing almost to the point of pain in his boxers. He slid his finger free and traced a teasing circle around her clit. “I would fantasize about you coming into my office and telling me you needed help with a problem. A personal one.” He added a bit of pressure, stroking her clit in slow circles. “I’d ask you what it was and you’d sit on the edge of my desk and show me your wet, swollen pussy. You couldn’t focus on work because you needed to come. And so I’d lean forward in my chair and bury my face in your pussy, licking and sucking you until you came all over my face.”

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” she gasped, her hips moving against him. “You really thought about doing that to me?”

He rubbed her clit between two fingers, making her moan. “Kayla, I thought about eating your pussy almost every damn day. Fuck.”

“Oh, God,” she ground out, her legs shaking a little. “Tell me more.”

“I’d fantasize about sleeping next to you and waking you up with my hand between your legs, just like this. Playing with your sweet pussy until you came on my fingers. Until you needed something bigger to fill you up.” He slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly, his thumb working her swollen clit.

“Oh, fuck, Bastian!” She clamped down on his fingers, riding his hand. She looked so beautiful like this, lost in how good he was making her feel.

“I fantasized about seeing your lips stretched around my cock, seeing that red lipstick smeared all over me as I fucked your mouth. As I came on your tongue and you swallowed down everything I gave you.”

“Ugnnnnnggghhh,” she moaned, inching closer and closer to orgasm. “Yes, Bastian. Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“I fantasized about handcuffing you to my bed and fucking you over and over again until neither of us could move. Until I’d made you come on my cock so many times that you forgot who