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

past hadn’t scared her away. She still wanted him just as much, was still just as drawn to him, maybe even more.

She opened her eyes when she realized that with any other man, the things Sebastian had confessed to her would’ve sent her screaming in the other direction. But with him, knowing about his past and everything he’d faced, all she wanted to do was hold him close and care for him. And it wasn’t just because he had a six pack and a big dick, although both of those things were absolutely lovely. It was because everything felt somehow different with him. Bigger, brighter, more intense. There had to be a reason that they’d gotten so far under each other’s skin, and she had a feeling that their chemistry, both physical and emotional, was a huge factor.

She heard the shower shut off, the pipes rattling, and she opened her legs, skating her fingers down her inner thigh and to her pussy. Her mind jumped back to how he’d told her to touch herself last night and an ache bloomed deep inside her. She loved how he’d taken charge last night. How for once, she hadn’t had to think, only feel. And come. Over and over again. She toyed with her clit, stroking it slowly, but it didn’t feel nearly as good as Sebastian’s fingers. Or his mouth. God, the things he’d done to her last night with his mouth. The ache inside her intensified, making her feel empty. She dipped her finger inside herself, coating it with the wetness there and then returned to her clit.

She heard the bathroom door open and Sebastian’s sharp intake of breath.

“Holy fuck, baby,” he rasped, and she pried her eyes open. His stormy blue ones had gone molten, his pupils blown with lust as he stared at her touching herself in his bed. Then he licked his lips and dropped the towel knotted around his hips. His cock was already half hard, laying thick and heavy against his thigh. “Does that feel good?” he asked, moving closer. “When you rub your clit like that?”

“Mmmhmm. But not as good as when you touch me. Or lick me. God.”

With a predatory gleam in his eye that sent a thrill shooting through her, he climbed onto the bed and circled his fingers around her wrist, lifting her fingers to his lips. Holding her eyes, he slowly sucked her fingers into his mouth, one by one. Her nipples beaded and her clit throbbed at the feeling of his tongue licking the taste of her from her skin. When he released her, he leaned forward and kissed her, a hard, dirty kiss with sliding tongues and hungry teeth that made her even wetter. That made her feel achy and empty and so, so greedy for him.

But there was something they hadn’t done last night that she was dying to do right now. Something that had her mouth watering and her stomach quivering. She reached out and wrapped her wet fingers around his cock, now fully hard, stroking him.

“I really, really want this cock in my mouth,” she said, squeezing him and earning a gruff moan. “I’ve been thinking about sucking you all morning.”

“Christ, that’s hot.” He slipped his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to his. His thumb played across her lower lip, teasing both of them. “Hell yeah, I wanna fuck this pretty mouth. See these perfect lips wrapped around me.”

She grinned and kissed him. It was a heady feeling being so intensely wanted by such a sexy man and one she couldn’t get enough of. With her hands on his broad shoulders, she urged him back against the headboard and then started kissing a path down his chest, taking her time and exploring the delicious ridges and valleys created by his muscled physique. His chest hair bristled against her lips as she bit softly at his nipple, making him pull in a shuddering breath. One by one, she kissed each of his abs, scraping her teeth lightly over his skin. By the time she settled herself between his legs, a drop of liquid had beaded on the tip of his cock, glistening and begging for her tongue.

Looking up at him through her lashes, she swirled her tongue over his thick head, lapping up the taste of him. Her pussy clenched and she lost all interest in teasing. She needed him in her mouth. Needed to taste him and make him feel good. Needed a part of him inside her.

On a long exhale, she slowly worked her mouth down his shaft in one long sweep, taking him deep. His fingers wove into her hair and his hips shifted on the bed.

“Fuck, Kayla. Your mouth feels so damn good, baby,” he said, his voice raw and gritty with arousal. With her hand curled around the base of his cock, she found a slow, easy rhythm, taking as much of him as she could, working him with her mouth and hand. After a few moments, she released him with a pop and kissed her way up and down his shaft, licking and sucking, dragging her lips over his hot skin. Another drop had formed and she licked it away, the taste of him making her wetter. Making her throb. Making her want to please him.

“Can you take more of me?” he asked, his hands tightening in her hair. She nodded and exhaling slowly through her nose, took him as deep as she possibly could, almost to her throat. “Good girl,” he said roughly before exerting gentle pressure on her head to move her mouth back up his shaft. He let out a rough groan and then urged her back down, his grip turning steely. Oh God, it was so hot letting him use her for his pleasure like this. Taking what he wanted.

She gagged slightly and he eased up, giving control back to her, but as soon as she’d caught her breath, she took him to her