Free Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It by Micetta

without this? And why in God’s name had he stayed gone for so damn long?
    “Jake,” she whispered, moving her hips against him with a small rocking motion. “Oh God, that feels
    so good.”
    He smiled like a devil as he pulled his cream covered fingers out a few inches and then surged back in, loving the way her hot little pussy struggled to draw him deeper. “That’s even better, isn’t it?”
    He did it again, harder this time, and she moaned in the throws of pure ecstasy. “Your cunt likes that, being stretched so wide, touched so deep. You like being fucked by my fingers, don’t you, Taylor?”
    Something outrageously wonderful was building inside of her. Something fierce and unstoppable, filling her with power, stretching her skin as her body struggled to make room for it. “Yes! Oh, shit, I

    can’t—”

    “Oh, yes, you can,” he laughed, loving the look of wonder claiming her flushed face. Any second now  she was going to fly right over the edge, and it was worth the pain of holding back just to see it. Her  hips were jerking up against his hand, his fingers buried deep inside the wet heat of her sticky sweet  cunt, feeling the rapid beat of her heart vibrate around them, clenching tighter and tighter. “I bet you’ll  like three even better.”
    Taylor cried out as he shoved a third finger into her. It was too much, but the way he was working them in and out of her pussy felt so good, she almost didn’t care that it hurt. And then his thumb was stroking across her throbbing clit, flicking it, pressing down—hard—and she didn’t care about anything but the scream clawing its way up out of her throat as her entire body seized in pure mindless rapture.
    “Jesus Christ,” she heard Jake rasp beneath his breath as her neck and back arched like a bow and raw
    cries began spilling from her throat.
    Tears burned the backs of her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was her body writhing beneath him; could believe even less how incredible it felt to feel the deep, rhythmic clenching of her pussy around his fingers, the hot cream spilling from her womb. It was heaven, if anything so erotically sinful could be called such a thing. And the man was obviously an expert, touching her in just the right way to keep the blissful sensations going on and on.
    When the last mind shattering ripple finally faded, she felt his fingers pull free with a slick, wet suction that should’ve been embarrassing as hell, but instead made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. She knew she should thank him or kiss him or attack him for more—but it felt too good just lying there beneath him while his fingers continued to pet her, spreading the warm cream she could feel still pulsing from between her lips over her skin.
    She didn’t even realize she’d closed her eyes till she heard him say, “Taylor, look at me, sweetheart.”  She thought he might smile at her sweetly, trying not to embarrass her, but there was nothing sweet about the way Jake was staring down at her. His eyes were wild, dark green, fired with need, and there was a small tick throbbing in his clenched jaw.
    Oh, man.
    His weight was still braced on one bulging arm beside her head, his hand still trapping both her wrists at what should’ve been an awkward angle now, but felt just fine. She wanted to moan at the loss of his other hand gently stroking her still trembling pussy when it pulled away—but he startled her by sucking his glistening, cum-soaked fingers straight into his mouth.
    “What are you doing?” Taylor winced at the croaking sound of shock in her voice, but she couldn’t  help it. It was so thrillingly intimate, watching Jake suck on her cream, his eyes going dark with  pleasure from her taste.
    Holding her fascinated stare the entire time, Jake slowly let his fingers slip free. But he couldn’t resist licking the remaining, intoxicating taste of her off his skin, collecting it from between his knuckles with wicked flicks of his