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 * 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 *. 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