Snow Job by Tara Wyatt (best large ereader .txt) 📗

and lips sliding over her beautifully intense. Something inside her burst and she came, pleasure scorching through her as she screaming his name, grinding herself against his mouth. He pulled away, slowly slicking his hand back and forth over her still convulsing pussy as she rode out the last pulses of her orgasm.

“Better?” he asked, his voice like gravel. She felt the sound of it somewhere deep inside her as it sparked fresh arousal.

“Yes, thank you,” she said breathlessly. “I think I can go back to work now.” She knew they weren’t done, but she was trying to stay in character. To give him this. To give them this.

“Not so fast,” he said, pulling his hand away. “You haven’t said thank you yet. Not properly.”

She licked her lips, swallowing. “And what does properly look like?”

“It looks like those pretty red lips stretched around my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she practically moaned, carefully lowering herself from the table and kneeling down in front of him. She slid her hands up his muscled thighs and to his cock, hard and straining against his zipper. Her hands shook a little as she popped open the button and eased the zipper down. He rose just enough to pull his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips, freeing his cock. She reached for him, wrapping her fingers around him and squeezing. He let out a low groan that she felt in her core.

“Oh my God, Mr. Prescott,” she whispered. “You’re so big.”

“You make me so fucking hard, Kayla. Maybe you’re not the only one who’s had a difficult time concentrating.”

She hummed as she stroked him, playing with the pre-cum slicking his head. “We both need to be able to focus on work, don’t we?”

“We do. Now show me how grateful you are that I’m helping you with your problem.”

She nuzzled her face against his shaft, deliberately rubbing her lips against him and leaving a smear of red lipstick behind. “Oops. I got my lipstick on you.”

His gaze was scorching as he stared at the mark she’d left and another drop of pre-cum appeared. Lust swirled in her belly, and she leaned forward and lapped it up, the taste of him driving her nearly insane with wanting him. He wove his fingers into her hair, his grip tight.

“Get that lipstick all over my cock, baby. Give me that beautiful mouth.”

She swirled her tongue over his head and then took him deep, as far back as she possibly could. A thrill charged through her at how much of him she’d taken, wanting so badly to be good for him. To make this as hot for him as it was for her.

His hips shifted and he pulled out of her mouth, his cock sliding over her tongue before plunging back in. “Yes,” he hissed. “Suck that cock like a good girl. Say thank you.”

She moaned around him and sucked him deep again, deliberately dragging her lips over his shaft, smearing her lipstick all over him the way he’d fantasized about. She had to admit, it was hot as hell. Already, fresh wetness was slicking her inner thighs, a needy ache settling between her legs.

He groaned and leaned back in the chair, watching her suck him eagerly. “Good girl,” he praised, making her skin feel hot. “So fucking good.”

She released him and kissed up and down his length. “Your cock looks good covered in my lipstick.”

“Mmm,” he murmured in agreement. “The only place in might look better is buried inside your pussy.”

She swallowed him again, bobbing her head as she tried to push him to the point of no return. She wanted him inside her, wanted to get him to the point where he couldn’t take any more. The head of his cock nudged the back of her throat, making her gag a little, and he made an almost pained sound. He pulled her off his cock and lifted her back onto the table in one smooth movement, his mouth crashing down on hers. She sighed as his tongue caressed hers, winding herself around him. His cock slid against her pussy and they both moaned. He teased them both, working himself against her, coating himself in her.

“I need to fuck you,” he ground out, sliding his head over her swollen clit. “I shouldn’t, but I want you too fucking much.”

“I want you inside me so bad,” she whispered, watching as he pulled a condom from the pocket of his pants, opening it and rolling it on in what had to be record time. “Fill me up, Mr. Prescott. I want to go back to work knowing you were just inside me. Fuck me so hard that I feel you for the rest of the day.”

“Christ,” he moaned and then slowly pushed into her, his arms wrapped around her, supporting her back. She wound her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She stretched around him, the feeling of him working his way inside, inch by inch, a burning sweetness she’d never get enough of. He held still for a moment once he was fully inside her and then kissed her, a slow, deep kiss that she knew was from the real Sebastian. Her Sebastian, not the fantasy version.

Her Sebastian. God, that felt good. Still a little surreal, but so, so good.

She felt so exquisitely full with Sebastian inside her, the slide of his thick cock over her nerve endings driving her crazy, making her shake and moan as he teased her with agonizingly slow strokes.

“Touch yourself, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want you to come all over me again.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, slipping a hand between them, tracing her fingers over where they were joined, his cock thrusting faster now between her fingers. “Your cock does look even better inside me,” she said, then started circling her clit. His hips slammed against hers, making the table rock and creak as he established a hard, delicious rhythm, taking her with deep, almost brutal strokes.

“You’re so tight I can barely