Rhyannon Byrd - Waiting For It (9 page)

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 rush of blinding heat and need, gushing like a ripe peach being squeezed between  strong fingers. He drank it all in, savoring the jerking spasms of her body and the strong, rhythmic pulls  of her womb trying to draw him deeper.

She came forever, but not nearly long enough. He had to get in her, right now, or he was going to die.  With one last, lingering lick, he pulled himself up to his knees and attacked the stubborn buttons of his fly. His cock was so fucking hard, he could barely get the blasted things undone, and the shaking of his hands didn’t help. He cursed viciously while he worked them open, and she opened her eyes to watch.  Her face was flushed, her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each harsh breath, her lips swollen from his kisses and her own teeth. And her pussy was simply crying for him, begging to be fucked long and hard and deep.

Within seconds he had his khakis and shorts shoved down his hard thighs. His cock sprang forward, pounding red and veined and impossibly huge.

Taylor’s eyes shot wide as a strangled sound of need and surprise broke from her throat. The shaft was too long and wide, so incredibly thick, reaching up high into the air, trying to get to her. The wide head was blunt and broad, bigger than a large plum, with scalding streams of pre-cum already escaping from the slit in its tip.

She was fascinated. Mesmerized. Unbearably aroused. Her hand shot out to touch him, needing to know the beautiful display of masculinity was real, but Jake caught her wrist, giving a hard shake of his head to warn her not to do it.

Not now, for God’s sake, not now, or he’d explode all over her before he ever got inside. And he wanted inside. Hard and fast and deep.

Taylor licked her lips, her eyes shifting from his wicked erection to his fierce expression, and back to his cock again. She shifted restlessly. Moaned. There was a huge sense of emptiness within her that she knew he was about to fill. Her pussy seemed to gasp in need, quivering, begging him to fill her up.  Every muscle in his huge body was delineated, his skin hot and sweat-covered, and he was about to

become a part of her. She wanted to scream in ecstasy and run and hide all at the same time.

Jake closed his eyes, struggled for some kind of control, only to realize there was no hope of finding it.  His cock wanted what it wanted and it was going to take it right now, no matter what. Before she could draw her next breath, he had her legs pushed high and wide, his hands wedged under her knees, holding her in place.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, and then the hot head of his cock was nudging against her slit, forcing its way inside.

Taylor didn’t even realize she’d closed her eyes again until he grunted, “Look at me, Taylor. Now, damn it!”

Her eyes shot open just as the head popped fully into her, stretching her to the point that was both a burning pain and a savage pleasure, but he didn’t push any further. He stared down at her, looking violent and wild, and gritted the words through his teeth. “Tell me you want this, Taylor. I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re so fucking tight and small and all I can think about is pounding you apart.”

He pushed a fraction deeper, as if he couldn’t help himself, but there were still too many inches to go.  Taylor looked down her body to where they joined, watching the way his cock stretched her open. His thick flesh was throbbing and flushed, penetrating an opening far too tiny to ever take it. She figured he was afraid he was going to hurt her, but she wanted him to lose control and shove that brutal, beautiful thing inside of her.

She wasn’t stupid; she knew there was going to be some physical pain simply because he was so huge, but she also knew there’d be more of that mind-blowing pleasure. And she wanted more of it, as much as Jake could give her. Her body was demanding it, and Jake looked desperate to comply.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world to know she’d brought him to this state of need. That she, homely little Taylor Moore, was about to make Jake Farrell lose control.

And she knew just how to do it.

She stroked the side of his hot face, cupping his cheek, and smiled up at him. His body went so tense she was amazed he didn’t shatter from the pressure. Feeling wicked and naughty and full of life—full of Jake—she pressed her thumb into his mouth, stroking his tongue, while her other thumb brushed his left nipple. He trembled, shuddered, and made a savage noise in the back of his throat that should’ve scared the hell out of her.

But she wasn’t afraid. She never could be. Not of Jake. He owned her heart and her body and her love, and she was about to set him free. With the head of his cock wedged tight inside her pussy, his big body poised atop her, waiting to unleash a desire she never could’ve even imagined, she swallowed her shyness and said the words she’d never in all her life thought she’d have the courage to say except in her dreams. “Fuck me, Jake. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can, right now.”

His face went dark, his expression stunned, as if he were terrified of what she’d just unleashed. But it was too late. Hell, it’d been too late the moment he had set eyes on her. Hearing her tell him to fuck her was every raunchy, lust-driven fantasy he’d ever had turned into an earth-shattering reality. He couldn’t

resist it. He flexed his hips and drove into her in one hard lunge, breaking her open, hammering his way

to the root, so deep his balls were jammed up tight against her ass.

Taylor screamed, arms flung wide from the force of the impact, and felt her pussy pull open around him, then clench tighter with a violent grip, squeezing the huge length of his buried cock so hard he’d probably be bruised.

“Oh, shit. Fuck…fuck…fuck—” he cursed and groaned and shouted as he pulled out and rammed back  into her over and over, driving every hot inch of his thick flesh into her as if he could shove himself  straight out the other side. He pressed her into the mattress, shoving through the fist-tight clench of her  cunt, nearly mad with the wonder of having her under him, being inside of her, feeling her squeeze him  tighter than any fist or mouth ever could. His cock was drenched in scalding heat and the clinging  depths of her womb. The head rammed past her cervix with every deep thrust until he thought he’d die  from the indescribable pleasure of fucking her.

He wanted to come.

Shit, he had to come or he was going to kill himself. They were pounding their way up the bed, moving higher until he had to brace one hand against the headboard to protect her head from banging into it. Then she smiled up at him and his heart burst with the love that he’d held for this woman for so damn long.

He pressed his big body down on hers while his hips jack hammered between her legs—faster, harder, deeper—and kissed her with his juice-covered lips as if his very life depended on it.

His tongue arrowed to the back of her throat and she kissed him back, greedy for her taste on his skin.  She was just as desperate, just as wild, sucking on his tongue until he shouted into her mouth. Sweat flew from their heat-soaked bodies, their breathing ragged and frantic, while cock and cunt went at one another like frenzied beasts. He crammed her full, growing bigger with each ramming thrust, forcing the tight channel of muscle to make room for him again and again.

This wasn’t sex. He’d had sex hundreds, probably even thousands of times, and it didn’t come anywhere close to this. No, this was an absolute possession. A battle to claim the only woman he’d ever loved. He lunged, she tightened, he crammed himself deeper, and she sucked him harder. “Fuck!” he cried against her lips, the words broken and choppy, barely human. “You blow my mind, Taylor.  You…blow…my… fucking…mind!”

And she broke. Crashed. Went soaring over the edge, swept off into the sea, her body tumbled and wrecked by the battering force of the waves. Jake watched as her face went blood red, her breath suspended, and then she screamed as a raging orgasm ripped through her, powerful and violent and beautiful. He pressed his mouth to hers, drank in the erotic sounds of her release, and pumped himself into her in a long, pounding stream of hot cum that drained him of pain and filled him with a burning hope for the future.

A future that belonged to no one but them.

Chapter 7

Jake had just claimed the woman who’d forever owned his heart—and now she owned his soul.

The orgasm poured from his body till he thought he’d pass out from the pleasure, so strong it was nearly agony. Whatever he’d experienced sexually in his life before this moment in time was wiped clean from his memory, obliterated from existence, as if he’d only just discovered the carnal wonders of the flesh.

He’d always known on some level that making love to Taylor was going to change him, but he hadn’t realized just how drastically he’d be affected. He’d fucked her so hard it’d nearly done him in, but at least he’d have died happy with a smile on his face.

Come hell or high water, he was going to spend the rest of his life buried deep in this woman and never look back—never so much as even think about another body beneath his own. Just the thought of going to bed with anyone but Taylor left him cold. And she was going to know it. Everyone was going to know it.

It wasn’t even something that she’d asked for, but it was hers. He was going to be the most faithful, satisfied bastard on the face of the planet till the day he died.

When the wracking spasms finally slowed, he collapsed against her. She grunted as her legs got trapped between them, so he shifted, helping her to lower them to her sides, and then collapsed against her again. Ahhh, yeah, that was perfect. They sealed together, his cock still buried deep inside of her slowly pulsing cunt, and now her pretty little tits were smashed against his chest. He moaned like a man in a cloud of bliss, floating above the world and too happy to worry about how he was ever going to get back down.

She felt it too. He knew she did. She was making sweet, purring sounds in the back of her throat, sighs of bliss and satisfaction, stroking his back with her soft, cool palms, gentling him like an animal.

“Hey, are you okay?” he whispered against the dainty shell of her ear, nuzzling her soft skin with the  tip of his nose. It was still difficult to speak, his lungs still aching from the force of his breathing, but he  needed to hear her voice.

“Um,” she sighed, sounding completely spent.

His lips trailed across her sensitive skin, pressing kisses along the delicate line of her jaw. He smiled at the husky response, knowing she’d found the same incredible heights in his arms that he’d found in hers.

In the perfection of the moment, he remembered the first time he’d ever seen her, just a scared little thing on her first day at a new school, so shy and quietly serene.

It was a small town, small enough that any “new” kid made news, and when that new kid was someone like Taylor—well, she’d made a bigger impact than most. He recalled how he’d been out with the rest of the Varsity football team, running laps around the track before afternoon practice, when he’d seen

her cutting across the back of the school on her way home after that first day.

She’d been wearing some kind of sundress, and the wind had whipped it around her legs while the afternoon sun burned bright behind her, setting the soft lines of her body into an intoxicating picture of sensuality. Without even really thinking about it, acting purely on instinct, he’d pulled away from  Mitch and the other guys and jogged over to her.

She’d turned at the sound of someone behind her, her big brown eyes opening wide when she caught sight of him walking up to her. “Hey,” he’d drawled, stopping when she stopped. “I’m Jake. Jake  Farrell.”

She hadn’t answered, just stood there with a stunned, kind of guarded expression on her pretty face, those big eyes traveling slowly from the top of his sweat soaked head down to his big, Nike covered feet. Then she’d licked her bottom lip, just a quick, innocent flick of her tongue, and he’d felt an answering twitch in his gut the likes of which he’d never experienced. They’d stood staring, lost in each other, he didn’t know for how long, until he’d finally cleared his head enough to smile and say,  “And you would be Taylor, right? Taylor Moore, isn’t it?”

She’d dragged her eyes off the long length of his mostly bare legs, back up to his face, and those pretty lips of hers had lifted into the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. It’d seemed to shoot straight to his heart, right down to the core of his cock, and for the first time in his entire life, he’d had to mentally struggle against his body’s demand to go instantly hard within his running shorts. He’d already had more than his fair share of girls—hell, he’d had any girl he’d ever wanted—but nothing in his sexual experience had ever hit him like the sight of Taylor’s smile.

“Yeah,” she’d replied, “I’m Taylor.”

It’d taken him a moment to realize that was all she was going to say, and when she shifted uneasily, her cheeks going pink while he just continued standing there like a bolt-struck idiot, he’d known she was the one. Everything inside of him—things he hadn’t even realized were there—had screamed out that this girl was going to be special to him…to his life…in more ways than his adolescent, hormone-raging mind could ever imagine or conceive.