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 No sooner had he withdrawn than he pushed back into her, pressing all the way to the end of his powerful shaft.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.
Forrester was gripping her so tightly, his cock pounding in and out in the final thrusts of pleasure, his semen pulsing into the condom inside her. She imagined what it would feel like if he wasn’t using the condom, if his seed was pouring freely into her. The thought made her shiver with desire.
When they were finished, they collapsed onto each other, exhausted and spent.
“That was incredible,” Forrester panted.
“I can’t believe it,” she answered.
“Nothing, and I mean nothing, in my life up to this point has come anywhere close to feeling so good,” he said.
He was lying on top of her and he rolled over to her side and pulled her in close against him. She felt safe there, nestled in his arm. He pulled the blanket up over her naked body.
“I’m going to protect you now,” he said. “You sleep well tonight, baby. My job is to make sure you feel safe and protected and warm in my arms.”
Elle smiled. He was sweet. “I hope so,” she answered, her eyes already closing with exhaustion.
Chapter 16
Elle
ELLE WOKE THE NEXT MORNING feeling happier than she had in a long time. Getting her brains screwed out by Forrester had a very relaxing effect on her body. She felt as if she’d been at a spa for a long massage the day before. Every muscle was happy and ready to take on a new day.