Most Eligible Baby Daddy(14)

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.