Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It (18 page)

She stared in rampant need and excitement. “Yes, please,” she whispered, making him groan and laugh and shudder with lust all at once. Then it was springing into the air between them, a good nine inches or more of thick, rock hard, throbbing empurpled flesh. God, she wanted to cry at the beauty of it. His balls were dark, heavy sacs beneath, the shaft thicker than her own wrist, and the head was like something from a…a…she didn’t know what. It was broad and round, kind of heart-shaped, and there were already trickles of pre-cum streaming from the slit in its tip.

Without thinking, she reached out to touch it, but he grabbed her wrist, shaking his head, his eyes burning like two otherworldly fires of sex and pain and flesh. They were promising her things she’d never even imagined. “Don’t touch me,” he snarled. “Not yet, or I’ll be buried deep before you know what hit you. And I wanna see it first. I wanna see that juicy little thing that belongs to no one but me now.”

She started to move toward him, but he shook his head. “Lie down on your back with your head over the edge so you can watch me in the mirror. Then open your legs for me and put them out on either side of my body.”

With her limbs shivering, shuddering, her breath coming in rapid pants of air, Taylor lay down just as he said. When she could see him in the mirror, his eyes caught hers and she began opening her thighs, praying she could see this little scenario through without giving him everything.

He watched as she forced them wider, moving slowly toward her down the bed, and she forced them wider still, till she was spread eagle and he was on all fours, his face no more than a foot away from the sweet juncture of her thighs.

He looked up at the mirror, his face a taut expression of the kind of hunger she thought could exist only in a woman’s mind. She’d never thought she’d have a man look at her that way, and her pussy flooded even more, becoming embarrassingly wet, unbearably empty.

Jake looked down at the sight before him, stroking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in a restless gesture of hunger. It was even better than he’d imagined—better than he’d remembered—so rosy and small, just waiting for him to fuck her long and hard and deep. Her clit was already throbbing, her lips swollen and soft, completely bare, and her vulva was gasping for air like a little mouth, streaming juices, wet and pink like the inside of a flower.

Her sweet scent hit him hard, and a noise like none other he’d ever made climbed up the back of his throat. He hoped it didn’t scare the hell out of her. But she only moaned in response, her hips lifting the barest fraction, offering that juice soaked little pussy up to his mouth.

“Tell me, Taylor. Did you enjoy being eaten out last night?”

Her breath stuttered and her voice trembled. “Um—”

“If you don’t give me an answer, I’m gonna have to take it for a no.”

“No,” she moaned, trying to get the right words out. “I mean yes—yes, I loved it. You know I did.”

He looked up at her from beneath his brows again. “What’s it feel like when I put my tongue in you?

When it pushes into that tiny opening and I eat you into my mouth?”

She shuddered beneath him, a fine sheen of sweat glistening over her pale skin. “Um—that’s kind of a personal question, Jake.”

He laughed a dark, dangerous sound. “And the fact I’m about to have my tongue shoved up your cunt isn’t personal, honey? It doesn’t get much more personal than that, so answer the damn question.”

“Fine!” she gritted through her teeth, wondering where he was trying to push her with this. “It feels  incredible, okay? Warm and wet and beautiful, but raunchy and rough too. There! Are you happy  now?”

He looked back down at her. “Not yet, but I’m about to be.”

She started to bring her legs together in a fit of temper, not really sure what she was mad about, but his big hands caught the inside surfaces of her thighs, pinning them down hard. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What about you, Jake? How many women have you gone down on? Hah, like this is something new  for you. It’s probably been hundreds, thousands! You’ve probably slept with every woman you’ve ever  known! Probably shoved your tongue inside of more than you can even remember!”

“Yeah,” he muttered, stroking a finger down the moist slit from her clit to her ass, “there’s been more  than a few.” He spread her lips wide so he could see everything. “But I’ve never wanted anyone like  this. I wish I could tell you there’d never been anyone else, almost as much as I wish you could tell me  Mitch never saw you like this. Never fucked you. Never came screaming your name. But they didn’t  mean anything to me, Taylor. And if you think I’d ever want another woman now that I’ve had you,  then you’re outta your fucking mind!”

Before she could make a sharp comeback, he circled her vulva with that one rough fingertip and then shoved the whole thick digit up into her. Taylor saw stars swim before her eyes, her back arching off the bed as he drew the long finger out and then shoved in two, twisting them up into her, bringing a raw cry from her throat. “Oh—oh shit!”

“You like that?” he demanded roughly. “Yeah, me too. You’re so tight, whenever I get inside of you,

you just squeeze the cum right outta me.”

She writhed beneath him, working herself on his fingers, and he loved it. Loved everything about her.  “I need your taste again,” he growled down at her, staring at his fingers penetrating the tiny little opening, watching with hungry desperation the way she creamed around the thick intrusion of his fingers, pearly and sweet. “Put your fingers down here and get them wet.”

She moaned, but did as she was told, rubbing her fingers against the base of his own, coating them until they were slick and wet.

“Now put them in my mouth and let me taste you, sweetheart. It’s been hours since I had your cream

in my mouth, felt you coming down my throat.”

She quivered in response, but followed his command. Jake sucked the clean juices from her small fingers with greedy satisfaction as they pressed past his lips, loving her flavor. She was hot and sweet and sexy as hell. “Fuck, you’re so good,” he grunted. “That’s the sweetest little cunt I’ve ever tasted,  Taylor. The only one I’ll ever want—ever!”

Pushing her hips up against him, she rode his fingers as hard as she could, and then he was working a third up into her, shoving it in, and Taylor started screaming somewhere between the burning sting and blinding rush of pleasure from being so filled, so exposed.

She sounded in pain, but Jake knew enough about women to know it was a good kind. Still, she was so narrow and small, and he couldn’t help but worry about all the fucking they’d been doing. “We need to get you stretched some more, okay, baby?” He moved over her, putting his mouth just over her left nipple, pleased to see it’d already hardened into a tight little bud. “I’m just gonna finger fuck you for

awhile until you get ready for me again because once I get my cock in here, I’m gonna hammer the hell

out of you with it.”

“I am ready,” she wailed, crying, on the verge of begging. “Oh God, now, Jake! Please! Anything,

just—I need you.”

He laughed, but it was a rough, ragged sound that had everything to do with pleasure and nothing to do with humor. “You’re gonna do everything I tell you to, aren’t you, sweetheart? Outside of the bedroom, we’ll be perfect partners, equals, but in bed, you’re gonna let me fuck you whenever and however I want. Aren’t you, Taylor?”

“Yes,” she cried, holding his eyes in the mirror, trying to convey with a look everything she was  feeling. Then his head lowered and she felt the rough scrape of his tongue right across her nipple,  watching it, holding his eyes, and she couldn’t even breathe anymore. Sharp pleasure flooded through  her, drenching his fingers and her thighs, and he really began working her with them, cramming his  fingers out and back in, closing his mouth over the pretty mound of her breast and sucking hard enough  to make her shout.

She was bucking beneath him, riding his hand, and he moved to the other breast, drawing it in, working his throat to take in as much as could, biting and licking and sucking until he heard her muttering, “Oh shit…oh shit…oh shit.”

“You want more?” he asked around her nipple, digging his thumb into her clit, burying his fingers

deep.

“Yes! God, yes—more!”

“Hmm, you’re so close. How should I make you come this first time tonight? Do you know what I

want to do to you?”

“Yeah,” she gritted through her clenched teeth. “I think so.”

He smiled against her breast, burying his face in the fragrant valley between them, ready to play with her for the rest of his life, knowing he’d never had a hotter woman in bed. Never had one so wet and tight and sweetly gorgeous, who made him want to come just from looking at her. Who could make him laugh and smile and make his heart stop just with a look from those big brown eyes.

Talk about scary fucking shit.

Or maybe it wasn’t scary at all?

“If I tongue you,” he said against her navel, moving lower, licking and biting along the way, “will you  come down my throat and let me eat out all your sweet little juices again? Will you fill me up with  them? Will you cream all over me, baby?”

He licked her hipbone, his fingers slipping free, stroking her lips, her vulva, then lower between the cheeks of her ass.

“Is that—is that what you want?”

“Oh, Taylor,” he laughed, nuzzling her sexy little patch of hair with his nose, his cheek, breathing in  huge lungfuls of her erotic scent. “I’m not gonna be a happy man till you let me go down on you five— six times a day at least. Say for the next forty or fifty years? That sound good to you?”

“Jake,” she groaned.

“Yeah?” he smiled, nudging her clit with his nose, teasing them both. He caught it in his teeth and

gave a gentle tug.

“Now, damn it!”

Fuck. He closed his eyes, took another deep breath, but it was too late, too much.

Suddenly his thumb was crammed up inside of her in a place she’d never imagined he’d touch and his tongue was eating its way deep into her pussy, his mouth ravenous in its claim, going at her with lips and tongue and teeth. His thumb wiggled and his tongue began plunging, withdrawing, fucking her just like he’d promised.

“Hell, you taste too good,” he growled, biting at her lips, using his other hand to spread them open,  licking and plunging inside, unable to get enough. It was a savage tongue-fuck, one meant to consume.  “I’ve never tasted anything like you. You’re fucking incredible, Taylor.”

“I need more!” she cried, thrusting her hips forward, shoving her pussy in his face.

“Oh, you’ll get more, sweetheart,” he growled lovingly, flicking her clit with his sharp tongue. “As

much as you can take, for the rest of your life.”

He flicked her clit again, and she almost broke, but he pulled his mouth and tongue away, keeping the teeth-grinding orgasm just out of her reach. Then he was moving her around and lifting her up the bed, tossing her on the pillows, and his cock was driving inside. There was no gentle tease into penetration, no smooth entry. Just his thick erection cramming itself between her lips before she’d even settled, straight into her, and he immediately began taking her in a hard, delicious rhythm. Hard enough to wrench a sob-like cry with each impossibly deep, pounding thrust.

He filled her cunt up to the knife-edged point of pain, then hurtled her far beyond into the realm of searing, mindless sensation. Supporting his upper body on one muscled forearm by her head, he grasped her fingers in his free hand and lowered them to where they joined. Without breaking his plunging tempo, he directed her so that together they could feel the impossibly stretched, taut edge of her vulva as his body pounded into her.

“Feel what you do to me, Taylor. You’re so tight and wet, I’m all but ready to explode just from being  in you.” He drew out of her, then plowed back in—deeper, harder, faster—and she made a noise that  was part shock, part savage satisfaction. “But you do love to feel me move, don’t you, baby? You love  feeling me fuck this sweet little pussy. God, I can see the answer written all over your face.”

“Don’t… stop…Jake,” she panted, not even caring that she was pleading. This was what she wanted.

This mindless surrender of her body to the ruthless demands of his will—the grinding slide of his body into hers. This was what she needed to fill herself up on. “Please. Just. Don’t. Stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised, raking her mouth with a hungry, violent kiss. “I can’t stop.

I…can’t…stop…fucking…you.”

Not ever.

She half laughed, half groaned. “You have the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever heard, Jake Farrell.”

A devilish gleam entered his eyes. “Mmm. I don’t know?” He licked his lips, slowly, drawing out the seductive action. “When it’s filled with your cream, I don’t see how my mouth could be anything but sweet.” Then he kissed her softly, rubbing his tongue along her lips, gently dipping inside to share her sugary taste. “See what I mean? I love the way your pussy tastes. Like it was made all special just for me.”

“Oh, God.” How could she still blush with embarrassment after everything they’d done together?

Everything they were doing at that very moment!