Free Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It by Micetta Page B

urging them higher, pushing them out at her sides.  Then he caught her hands where they twisted in the sheets and pulled them between her legs. She  panted, twisted, as if she didn’t know whether to follow him or bolt in panic.
    Jake placed her fingers against the puffy lips, holding them there with his own when she would’ve pulled away. He knew her eyes were probably wild, shy, but he couldn’t pull his gaze away from the beautiful sight of her spread legs long enough to check. “Don’t be afraid of me, honey. You don’t ever have to be afraid of me.”

    A startled laugh escaped her. “I’m—I’m not afraid,” she wheezed. “I think I’m, um, embarrassed.”
    A growl purred its way up the back of his throat as he moved her fingers over slippery flesh, wetting her with it. “Don’t be, Taylor. You’re so pretty and sexy and small—I swear I’ve never seen anything like it.” His wet fingers pulled away from her own, settling on the sensitive inner surfaces of her thighs, making wet imprints as he held her open. She moved to pull her hands away, but he groaned, “Don’t move them. Leave them right there and open yourself for me.”
    “I can’t,” she whispered, her head shaking. “I don’t—”
    “Hell, yes, you do. You want this, Taylor. I can’t shove my face in here and eat you out till you open it  up for me, baby. And I can’t wait any longer.” His fingers bit into her tender flesh as he struggled to  hold himself back. “Come on, Taylor. Spread your pretty little cunt lips so I can suck on that ripe clit  and fill you up with my tongue. I’ll fuck you with it till you come all over me, and then I’ll cram you so  tight with my cock it makes you scream. Now—do it right now!”
    Taylor squeezed her eyes shut, threw back her head, and did exactly as he commanded.
    “Look at you.” His hoarse words tumbled over one another in his need and excitement. “Wider, babe. I
    want you spread wide open. Like that. Hell yeah. Just…like…that—”
    And then he was there. Her back arched hard at the first hot touch of his lips, and then he was everywhere. Lips, tongue, teeth. There was no part of her left untasted, untouched, unexplored. He licked his way along her swelling lips, over the tops of her fingers, and then delved inside, stroking the sensitive skin of her vulva, lapping up the pearly drops of cream with greedy satisfaction. His thumbs joined her fingers, keeping her spread, and he licked and suckled all that sweet, rosy skin that he’d been waiting for his entire life. No woman had ever affected him this way. This was what he’d always craved…always loved…would’ve died for. This right here, having Taylor laid out and spread open for

    him, feeding him with her gorgeous, sopping little cunt.
    She was so fucking incredible. Juicy and sweet and clean, gushing for him the way he’d always known she would. Beautiful, hoarse cries were spilling from her throat, her hips lifting against his face, drenching him. He couldn’t get enough of it. He closed his lips around the taut peak of her clit and suckled like he had at her nipples. She screamed, flooding with juices, soaking his face and the insides of her thighs. Christ, she was the most responsive woman he’d ever known. And it was just for him. All for him.
    Jake replaced the pressure on her clit with the roughly calloused pad of his thumb, stroking it while his mouth moved lower to the tiny opening. He flicked it with his tongue, tasted her heat, and then plunged deep, trying to eat his way through her. It was too good. He couldn’t get deep enough into her, couldn’t shove his face too close. She was warm and sweet and tight and he knew it was gonna kill him to sink his cock deep inside.
    “Jake,” she cried out, feeling her body break away from her, and he pushed her right over the edge  again with a long, slow thrust, tonguing her pussy the same savage way he’d taken her mouth. She  broke. She came in a