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 *. 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 *, 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 *. 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 *.
Naughty girl, he thought.
He ran his tongue down over her *, 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 * 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.”