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."
Chapter 15
Elle
FORRESTER PUSHED HER BACK DOWN onto the bed and looked into her eyes with so much love that she thought she would cry. She'd never been looked at like that. She'd never been treated with so much affection, and perhaps even love, as right at that moment.
Elle knew she had issues. She had trust issues. She had emotional issues. Her mother had abandoned her. No one had wanted her. Gris had been all too fond of throwing that in her face and using the weakness that existed in her heart against her. She knew there were fears in her heart that she would one day have to face and overcome.
Abandonment issues didn't begin to sum it up.
After what she'd experienced, she didn't think she'd ever get over it. Even though she worked hard at being a strong person, there was a part of her that would always be vulnerable.
What if no one ever wanted her?
What if she didn't deserve to be loved?
What if her mother had been right to throw her away?
What if she really was worthless?
Those were the things people had been using against Elle her whole life, and she prayed now, looking into Forrester's beautiful, deep eyes, that they wouldn't come back to haunt her and get in the way of whatever potential happiness she could have with him.
Because she knew she could have happiness with this man. In the short time they'd been together, she'd picked up on that much. They weren't just compatible, they were bound by something deeper. He said he'd been watching her, he said they were suited to each other, and she knew he was right.
And she knew, deep down, that he must have had some of the same issues she grappled with. After hearing the story of what his father had done to him, she'd instantly been able to relate. Her own story wasn't quite as dramatic, but abandonment at a young age was something she knew neither of them would ever fully be able to put behind them.
And then Forrester slid his cock into her.
"Oh, my God," she moaned.
His cock slid in, deeper and deeper, and it went on for so long that she thought it would never stop. Her eyes widened with each new inch that he invaded inside her. She hadn't even known something could fit so deep.
"You feel like heaven, Elle," he said.
"Do I?" she whispered.
"Yes, you do."
He thrust into her, pushing the full length of his member into the core of her body. Then he slid out, causing a wave of pleasure and sensation to wash over her. No sooner had he withdrawn than he pushed back into her, pressing all the way to the end of his powerful shaft.
He did this over and over, faster and harder, thrusting more and more powerfully. He began to sweat, he began to pant from the exertion, but he kept his eyes open and locked on hers.
"I'm going to come," he panted.
"Me too," she moaned.
The next moment, she felt the throb of his orgasm. He clenched her waist in his powerful hands and pulled her body toward his as if she were a doll. His enormous cock impaled her and he'd clamped her against his body. She was completely at his mercy.
"Elle," he gasped, as a surge of his semen rushed into the condom.
She felt the rubber expand inside her, and the idea of what he was doing to her set off her own orgasm. She gripped his back, her nails digging into the body that was so scarred, so marked by tattoos and the burn marks of his father's cigarettes. She wanted to cry for him. She wanted to love him, and be loved by him. She wanted to hold on to him and never let go.
She orgasmed so powerfully that her vision blurred. The pleasure raged through her like a wildfire.