"When you cross this door," Forrester said, "everything's going to be different."
"What do you mean?"
"Your entire world, Elle, your entire future, everything. It will all change, for both of us."
She looked into his deep, dark eyes, and somehow, she knew that he was right. If she walked through that door with him, nothing would ever be the same again.
She took a deep breath. "Then what are we waiting for?" she said.
Forrester laughed, then bent down and swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed no more than a child. No one had ever made her feel that way before.
The door opened and inside was the most beautiful, luxurious suite Elle could have ever imagined. It was like something that had been created for royalty, with room after room, perfectly set out for the luxury and comfort of the guests. She gasped as Forrester carried her through a beautiful sitting room like something out of Versailles, filled with roses and other flowers, an enormous fire burning on one side and spectacular views on the other. Then they passed through another, similar room, but this one had a large dressing room off to the right, and to the left was a bathroom that looked like a spa, with a jacuzzi, sauna, steam room and shower. After that was the bedroom, in the center of which was the largest, softest, four-posted bed Elle had ever seen in her life.
Forrester lay her down on the bed and then rose up above her. Elle shivered in apprehension. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that a man like Forrester would be carrying her to his bed.
"We just met," Forrester said to her, "but we're not strangers, you and I."
"Is that so?" Elle said.
"Yes it is," Forrester said, and he took off his coat and threw it on a chair behind him.
"How do you know that?" Elle said, admiring the tattooed and muscled arms that his white shirt revealed.
Forrester pulled the shirt up over his head and Elle's heart skipped a beat when she saw his perfectly chiseled abs and chest. Forrester was like a man carved from marble.
"Because I watched you."
"Where?" she said.
He was slowly opening his belt, and Elle felt herself get hot and wet beneath her skirt.
"In the diner, in the bar. I watched the way you act, the way you treat people."
"And what did you see?"
"I saw that you're stronger than you pretend. You're not afraid of people. You're not afraid to stand up for yourself. You're not afraid of a fight, if there has to be one."
"You aren't either," she said.
Forrester smiled as he let his jeans fall in a bunch around his ankles. Then he stepped out of them.
"That's why we're a perfect match for each other."
"A perfect fit?" Elle said, suggestively.
"We're about to find out," Forrester said, and with that, he ripped off his white boxer shorts, revealing his entire naked body to Elle's gaze.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what he had to offer her. His perfect torso led in a V of strong muscle to the largest, thickest cock she'd ever set eyes on. Even in photographs, even on the Internet, she'd never seen anything like Forrester's cock. It reminded her of the limb of a tree, and that made her wonder if that's why his name was Forrester.
She let out a giggle and instantly threw her hand over her mouth.
Forrester just smiled at her.
"I imagine you're nervous right now," he said. "Let me tell you that you absolutely should be. I am going to devour you."
He lowered his massive, naked, muscular body down over hers, and Elle felt the muscles in her legs quiver in anticipation. She'd never done anything like this in her life. She'd never been so swept away from reality. So taken by a man. She and Forrester had only just met. Now she was in his bed. It was insane.
"I've always had a thing for a waitress in uniform," he said.
Then he leaned down low over her, face to face, and brushed his lips against hers. Elle held her breath, afraid to breathe. Forrester's eyes bore into hers. His gaze was so intense that she had to shut her eyes. He brushed his lips against hers again, and this time let his tongue gently wet her lower lips. Elle opened her mouth, just a little, wanting to taste the wetness of Forrester's tongue.
He gave it to her. With her eyes still closed, he let his tongue slide into her mouth and play with hers. She arched her head back as he kissed her. It was a long and passionate kiss that went on and on, his tongue dancing with hers inside her mouth.
Elle was in heaven. She never wanted that kiss to end. She never wanted Forrester to stop devouring her. His hands were all over her, running over her body, up inside her skirt, over her breasts. He broke off his kiss to give his attention to the important task of pulling off her black tights. He slipped them off and Elle crossed her legs in some vain attempt to protect herself from him. She didn't even want to be protected. After that, he pulled her waitress dress up over her head and she felt so vulnerable and exposed she thought she'd die.
He was looking down on her, and she was wearing nothing but her plain black panties and bra. If she'd known she was going to end up in this situation, she'd have worn something fancier.
"I can't believe how beautiful you look," Forrester said.
"You're just saying that," she said. She was sure she was a mess. She could stand to lose a few pounds, get a tan, have a bath, wash her hair, freshen up her makeup, put on perfume, get her nails done, the mental list of the ways she was letting herself go went on and on.
But Forrester had none of those things on his mind. To him, she couldn't have looked more perfect. His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum as he looked down at her.
"I'm going to strip you bare," he said, "and them I'm going to have my way with you in every way I desire."
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.