Free Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It by Micetta Page A

tongue. She tasted so sweet, so sexy; he just wanted to eat at her for hours on end.  Just shove his face into that drenched cunt and lap and burrow with his tongue until he’d swallowed

    down every drop.
    “What am I doing?” he growled, his nostrils flaring at the enticing scent of her juices on his breath.  “Something I should’ve done the first time I ever laid eyes on you, honey. I’m getting my first taste of  the one pussy I’ve always wanted to be mine.”
    His hand moved back between her legs, collecting more pearly drops of juice and cum on their rough tips, and then he was pressing them to her lips. “Taste them, Taylor. Open up and see how sweet you are for me. It’s like honey and strawberries, all sugary and warm, just flowing down my throat. I can’t get enough of it, baby. I just want to fucking drown in it.”
    Her lips parted the barest bit and he pressed inside, stroking her tongue. Her eyes closed on an embarrassed groan, but then she closed her mouth around his fingers and sucked harder. Oh hell. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
    Suddenly everything was happening at once as Taylor felt herself being roughly pushed up the bed.  Jake straddled her legs as he made short work of stripping her shirt and bra off. Then his mouth was at her breasts, drawing her nipples tight, sucking with a strong working motion that included his jaws and lips and tongue, taking her in as if he’d eat her whole.
    She writhed beneath him. The sucking motions of his mouth shot straight to the core of her pussy, making her flood with need all over again. And all the while Jake’s clever hands were working between them, ripping at her skirt and his own shirt. She didn’t know how he managed it, when it seemed his mouth had never left her breasts, but then he was pressing down on top of her and she could feel the heat of his body searing against her sensitive skin. She loved the feel of his naked, hair-covered chest, his hard-muscled torso, the long, muscled length of his pant covered legs, and the huge, burning mass of his erection ramming into her belly from behind his fly.
    His mouth found hers, their tongues tangling with the lingering taste of her juices, and she almost cried with relief when he growled, “Spread your legs for me.”
    But he was moving down her body, taking love bites along the way, and she suddenly realized just what he wanted to do to her.
    Oh, no—there was no way in hell she could do that right now. Was there? It was too intimate, too tempting, too—too everything!
    “Um, Jake, I—”
    “Do it, Taylor. Right here, right now, while you know I’m watching you. I want you to do this just for  me, babe. I want to see it all, every little pink inch of that beautiful cunt that belongs to no one but me  now.”

    Her thighs shifted, moved the barest bit apart, and he was arrested, kneeling with his knees on either side of her own, his green eyes dark and hungry. She moved her legs a bit more and he shuddered from fucking head to toe.
    “That’s it,” he groaned, his big hands stroking over the satin smooth skin of her hips and her belly,

    urging her on. “More, Taylor.” His voice was gruff with need, stroking her with sensation. “Give me
    more.”
    Her knees had separated again to the point where he could slip between. He knelt there; his eyes glued to the heart-stopping sight of her creamy cunt being slowly revealed to him. It was soft and pussy pink and unbearably delicate, dripping wet, glistening in the soft glow of light. His mouth watered, tongue impatient as he waited for her. He wanted her to do this for him—needed to see her offer herself up to him and give herself over. He wanted her complete surrender to this volatile thing that had always been between them, waiting for its time, desperate for it.
    “Look at you,” he rasped, his voice as shaky as his hands. “You’re beautiful, Taylor. A goddess,  sweetheart.” His hands caught her behind her knees,