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

from groaning. He’d wanted her for so damn long that the fact he had his mouth on her pussy while she moaned his name made him throb and sweat. Her fingers clenched in his hair as he swirled his tongue over her clit before tracing it back down her slit, the taste of her making his balls ache. He reached up and took her free hand in his, weaving their fingers together over her stomach, needing to anchor himself.

As he licked and sucked at her, the thought that this might all look and feel different in the light of day invaded his brain, but he pushed it away. Tomorrow morning and whatever pain it brought didn’t matter right now. The only thing he cared about was making Kayla feel as good as possible as many times as she could handle.

Her fingers tightened around his and he licked his way slowly through her folds, then sucked her clit into his mouth. Her legs started to shake and the ice pack fell to the floor. She moved to shift her leg off of the pillows, but he pulled back, nuzzling his lips against her.

“No. Leave that ankle where it is, baby. If you want to come, you have to stay still.” She settled, going still, and he bit at her inner thigh. “That’s it. Just let me take care of you, Kayla.”

Her fingers squeezed his again and he kissed her deeper, eating her with long sweeps of his tongue, wanting to push her over that edge. Wanting her to fall apart again. Her breathing hitched and her hips jerked.

“Oh, fuck, Bastian. I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come,” she moaned, her hips bucking as she ground her pussy against his mouth. He stayed exactly where he was, licking and kissing, sucking and savoring and felt her clit start to pulse against his tongue. He let out a low groan as her legs shook and she throbbed for him, fresh wetness slicking her flesh. After another moment, she grabbed for him, trying to pull him up her body. He carefully eased himself on top of her and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said against his mouth, her body wound around his. “I need you inside me. Now.”

He kissed her again and then gently moved off of her. “Be right back.” He headed for the closet between the kitchen and the bathroom and pulled out one of the sex shop bags, grabbing a fistful of condoms and then rushing back to the bed. He dropped them on the nightstand, then picked up one and tore it open. Kayla watched with hungry eyes as he rolled it down his aching length.

“That’s a lot of condoms.”

He laid back down on the bed beside her and urged her halfway onto her side so she could keep her ankle elevated. From behind, he slicked himself through her wet, swollen folds, making both of them moan. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her arm, and then she turned her head, capturing his mouth with hers.

“I think we both know that once I’m inside you, once won’t be enough.” He slipped his arm under her neck and wove his fingers with hers.

She shook her head. “Not nearly enough. We’re doing this all night, aren’t we?”

“Until we can’t fucking move.” And then he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and slowly worked his way inside, trailing open mouthed kisses over her neck and shoulder.

“Oh, shit. Shit. You’re so big. You feel so good, Bastian. You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you, baby. Fuck, Kayla,” he ground out, fighting back the urge to pump his hips faster and harder, giving her the chance to stretch around him. Being inside her was heaven. Perfection. Better than he ever could’ve imagined. Her tight, wet, heat gripped him, fluttering around him, making him want to pound into her. Making him want to take and claim and be rough and savage.

And he would, but not tonight. Not while she was hurt.

It was then, buried deep inside her, that he realized that he was counting on there being another time. Which there probably wouldn’t be. The thought was enough to make him move a little faster, a little rougher as the fingers of his free hand found her clit. Kayla made a sexy sound in the back of her throat, her pussy clenching around him.

“I don’t think I can come again,” she breathed, but he kept his fingers right where they were.

“You can. I want to feel you come all over my cock, gorgeous.”

She pressed her hips back against him. “I’ve thought about you fucking me so many times,” she said, her voice high and breathless. “I’ve wanted you inside me for so long, and it’s so much better than I ever thought…” He swiveled his hips, drawing out a long moan from her, and then established a slow, deep rhythm that had both of them moaning and gasping.

“Fuck, Kayla, I’m not gonna last,” he growled, pumping into her harder and faster, heat and throbbing pleasure shooting down the base of his spine and tightening his balls. He dragged his fingers over her clit again and then gave it the smallest, lightest tap.

She screamed, her entire body shaking, her pussy milking him as he fucked her. He did it again and she spasmed, pulling him deep. He did it a third time, a little bit harder, and she shattered, dissolving into a boneless, shaking puddle as she pulsed around his thrusting cock. Her orgasm sent him over the edge and he thrust into her once, twice more before his release exploded through him, his cock pulsing almost violently inside her.

“Bastian,” she moaned softly, her fingers squeezing his. “Bastian.”

He rose up and kissed her, his cock still pulsing and tingling inside her. The kiss was slow and lingering as they both came back down, and his heart beat wildly in his chest.