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

and where you were.” He curled his fingers inside her, finding the little rough patch he was looking for, and stroked her, his thumb still working her clit.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, God.” Her hips writhed on the bed and he sucked in a breath, rapt at watching her on the verge of coming apart.

“And then, there’s this ass,” he said darkly, sliding his fingers out of her and tracing them around her asshole. She gasped and shuddered and then nodded quickly, her head thrashing on the pillow. He added the tiniest bit of pressure, not even enough to dip inside, and then retreated, rubbing his fingers over her pussy, circling her clit.

“Tell me,” she begged, her chest rising and falling in shaky breaths.

“God, Kayla, the things I’ve thought about this ass. Biting it. Spanking it.” He filled her pussy with three fingers. “Fucking it.”

“Oh fuck, Bastian!” She screamed and he felt her pussy clamp down on his fingers as she came, milking them in a way that had his cock throbbing, his hips jerking with the need to bury himself inside her. She rode his hand, grinding into him, her muscles pulling at him. Wetness coated his fingers as he slowly slipped free of her body, and he lifted his fingers to his mouth, needing to taste her. Her eyes were hazy and unfocused as she watched him suck his fingers, her hips still jerking off the bed. But then she sat up suddenly, kissing him with his fingers still in his mouth. In both of their mouths and his cock jumped, leaking at how fucking hot it was.

“I’ve wanted you for so goddamn long, Kayla,” he said against her mouth, curling his free hand around her waist.

She sucked his fingers slowly, sweetly, releasing them one by one. “I’m yours, Bastian. I’m all yours.”

Her words seared through him and he pulled her against him, kissing her hard and deep, mouths melding. Kayla was here, in his bed, telling him she was all his. Showing him that she wanted all of the same things he craved. That she was so fucking perfect for him it made his head spin.

Her hand slipped into his boxers and she curled her fingers around his cock, stroking him, squeezing him. With her other hand, she worked his boxers down, letting out an appreciative purr when he was free.

“Look at you,” she whispered, stroking him. “You’re so perfect.”

Hearing Kayla call him perfect was almost too much for him to handle, so he kissed her and started to ease her back down to the bed. She hissed out a breath and bit her lip.

“Your ankle?” he asked, slowly running his hand up and down her back, completely unable to stop touching her. She nodded and he helped her to lie back down.

“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He moved off of the bed, shucked his boxers and then headed into the living room, where he grabbed two throw pillows off of the couch, along with the ice pack from the freezer. When he returned, he slipped both of the pillows under her ankle, wrapped the ice pack in her discarded shirt and pressed it gently to her ankle.

“But…” He could tell she was fighting back a pout and he laughed, climbing onto the bed on top of her.

“Don’t worry, Kayla. I’m not nearly finished with you. We need to get these leggings off.” He leaned forward and kissed her, then nipped along her jaw. “I’m going to take them off, slowly. Carefully. And while I do that, I want you to touch yourself. If you stop, the leggings don’t come off.” He bit at her shoulder. “If you make yourself come, the leggings don’t come off.” He cupped her over top of her leggings, massaging slowly. “If you’re mine, then that includes where and when you come.”

“Shit, that’s so hot,” she murmured, writhing against his hand. “Okay. I promise I won’t make myself come.”

“Good girl,” he growled and then kissed his way down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts, tugging gently at her nipples and making her back arch off the bed. He curled his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and slowly worked them down, urging her hips up with his other hand. Once he’d dragged them down over her ass, he started working on the right leg, his eyes glued to where her fingers had disappeared behind her panties. With an impatient growl, he tugged those down over her hips too. He resumed his careful work of peeling her out of her leggings, unable to tear his gaze away from where her delicate fingers stroked her swollen pink flesh. It was the most exquisite kind of torture.

He pulled her right leg free and then turned his attention to the other, more difficult leg. He didn’t want to cause her any pain—he liked being in charge, but pain wasn’t his kink, and he suspected it wasn’t Kayla’s either. His attention flitted back and forth between her fingers toying with her clit and the task at hand. When he got to her ankle, he did his best to pull it free of her leggings as quickly as possible. She let out a little gasp but didn’t say anything, her fingers still moving between her legs.

He tossed the leggings over his shoulder and then hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging them slowly down her legs and then letting them drop to the floor.

“Are you getting close?” he asked, settling himself between her thighs.

She bit her lip and nodded. “Mmmhmm.”

He leaned forward and licked her between her fingers, deliberately teasing her. “You taste so good, Kayla.” He sucked one of her lips into his mouth, her hips squirming.

“Please, Bastian,” she said, her voice sounding frayed and breathless. “Please.”

He teased his tongue between her fingers again and then nudged her hand away. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll take care of you.”

He closed his mouth over her pussy, savoring the taste of her on his tongue, unable to stop himself