Chapter 14

Forrester

Forrester’s cock throbbed in time to his racing pulse. He couldn’t wait to sink it into the soft, pink flesh of Elle’s tender pussy. He was dying to taste her pleasure. He was craving the orgasm he knew she would give him.

Where had she come from?

His whole life he’d been watching women, waiting for the one, his one. He’d always known he’d recognize her when he found her.

He bent down to her pussy, put his teeth around the elastic on her panties, and pulled them all the way down over her ankles. She looked up at him and trembled.

Was she afraid of him?

She should be. He was going to explode inside her.

He came back up to face her and reached around to her back, unclasping her bra. With the bra gone, she had nothing left to protect her. She was completely naked, completely at his mercy. She was all his. He gazed down at her body and let out a small sigh. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, anything so alluring and sexual in his entire life. She was just dying to be fucked. He pictured her in the throes of the orgasm he was about to give her. She’d be begging for mercy.

“You’re mine now, you know,” he said.

She nodded.

“You don’t even know what I mean, do you?”

“Uh uh,” she said, “show me.”

Forrester smiled and looked down at her pussy. The bare, pink slit, those lips of sensual passion, the tender, delicate clitoris, they all called to him like a flower calling to a honey bee.

He plunged, mouth first, between her legs, and began ravishing her clit with his tongue. He kissed it, making out with it as if it were Elle’s mouth. His tongue ran over the folds of skin, licking every inch, making every inch wet and slippery and ready for him. He put his lips against the lips of her vagina and let his tongue stretch out into her as if it was trying to fuck her. Elle moaned.

That’s it baby, moan for me.

As he sucked on her clit, sending tendrils of pleasure into her body, he felt her back arch. Then, to his surprise, she brought her hands down onto the back of his head and pushed him harder into her hungry pussy.

Naughty girl, he thought.

He ran his tongue down over her pussy, beneath her, and all the way back to her anus. She got scared when he went there, and tried to back away, sliding herself up the bed, but he didn’t allow it. He clasped her by the hips and pulled her body back to his mouth, flicking his tongue over her anus. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his head.

He’d never been so hungry for a woman in his entire existence. This was it. This was what he’d been born for. He knew it. It was like nothing else in the world existed except this woman’s body, her legs clenched around his head, her pussy and clit and anus writhing and struggling against the pleasure his tongue was giving them.

She was very wet now, and he knew she was ready to be fucked. He knew he’d be able to make her beg for it if he wanted. His cock was raging for her, throbbing, hard as a rock, stretching out to its full length like a predator ready to strike its prey.

He thrust his tongue one last time, deep inside Elle’s vagina. She writhed in pleasure. His tongue went in and out, in and out, and he kept doing it until he felt the muscles of her body clench in orgasm.

That’s my girl.

She cried out, screaming his name, over and over. “Forrester, Forrester, Forrester.”

He thrust his tongue into her like a dagger.

She stopped screaming his name and just screamed. She was coming. Her thighs clenched so tightly around his head he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t care. She threw back her head and thrust her pussy forward toward his mouth. An orgasm, like floodwater bursting a dam, tore through her body.

When she finished, her body collapsed before him. He climbed up over her and looked at her. Her skin glistened in sweat. Her cheeks were flushed red. Her eyes shone wet.

“I hope you’re not tired baby, because I’m just getting started.”

“What?”

“It’s my turn now, and I’m going to take exactly what I want from you.”

“And what’s that, Forrester?”

“Oh, it’s too late to play coy with me, Elle,” he said, and winked.

Forrester got up on his knees and climbed over her, so that his cock was right in front of her face. She was on her back between his legs and couldn’t escape. He propped her up against the back of the bed. She looked at his cock as if it was a weapon pointed at her.

“Go on,” Forrester said. “Have a taste.”

Elle looked at it, then, like an angel of pleasure, she looked up into his eyes and opened her mouth. A surge of desire throbbed through him. Forrester was sure he’d never seen something so erotic as the look on her face.

He pushed his cock forward, and as it slid past Elle’s lips, into the very back of her throat, he shut his eyes and thought of all the things in his life that had led him to this moment. He’d always lived with his guard up, he’d always lived with one eye looking over his shoulder, making sure no one was coming up behind him. It was a result of the childhood he’d had. He was tough, but he was scared. He was scared of being hurt by the people he trusted most, of being betrayed by the people who were supposed to love him.

Would it be different with this girl?

She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then let it slide in and out of her mouth along her slippery, delicious tongue. When it was inside her mouth, she sucked on it like a lollipop. When it was on her lips, she licked it, running her tongue in quick little circles around the tip. The result was excruciating.

Forrester had wanted to hold back. He’d wanted to save his come for her pussy. He’d wanted to orgasm deep inside her. But as her tongue continued to play with his cock, he forgot all about his intentions. He felt the first surge of pre-orgasmic pleasure rush up from his core, out through his limbs and penis, and he tried to pull out. He didn’t want to come in her mouth.

But she threw her arms around his buttocks and pulled him back into her mouth. She wanted him. The realization that she wanted his come in her mouth, that she wanted to taste him, drove him over the edge. No one had ever wanted him like that before.

His orgasm burst out of him. He thrust forward instinctively, ramming his cock into Elle’s throat, and it poured his come into her throat. He shut his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, but her arms gripped him so tightly that he had no doubt she wanted it too. There was no way she was letting him escape. She wanted every drop of him. He couldn’t believe it. As the pleasure of his orgasm poured through his veins like a drug, it mixed with something even stronger.

What it mixed with, was a feeling of love. This girl wanted to drink him up. She didn’t just want him to come, she wanted to taste every drop of his pleasure. That was more than sex. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it was more than just sex. It was love.

Who’d have thought it?

The boy who was locked up with the pit bulls, the boy whose own father hated him, and a girl this beautiful could show him this much love.

His cock continued to pour into Elle’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop he gave her. She didn’t make a sound, she just looked up at him, his gaze trapped in hers, and she swallowed the most intimate liquid that could ever connect two people.

As soon as he came, Forrester pulled out of her mouth.

“Oh my God,” he said.

“What?” Elle panted.

“You know what,” he said.

He leapt from the bed and grabbed his jeans. There was a condom in his back pocket and he ripped open the wrapper and slipped the rubber over the head of his cock. He was still hard. Still throbbing with desire for her.

“You still want more?” she said, stunned that he didn’t at least need a break after what she’d just done to him.

Forrester laughed. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, Elle.”