“Only what you deserve,” she said. “Shut your eyes.”
He did as he was told and shut his eyes. Very carefully she unwrapped his bandages. She would be able to put them on again later, but for now she wanted to see him in all his naked glory. She had to get him to sit up, still with his eyes closed, so that she could unwrap him properly. Then she looked down at his perfectly chiseled body and enjoyed the freedom she had to admire him. His body was so perfectly formed it was like something out of an art magazine. His abs made eight little bulges on his stomach. His chest was perfectly formed into two pectorals, almost square in shape, and they led to the strongest, most carefully tattooed arms she’d ever seen. The tattoos were really beautiful. They were of pit bulls, and knowing what those dogs symbolized made them all the more beautiful.
She leaned down to his face and gently licked his mouth.
Forrester moaned. She looked down at his cock and saw it throb. He was pretty spent from the orgasm he’d had, and she was pretty spent herself. She could still feel his come inside her. It was a delicious feeling. She wondered if she could make him come again.
She touched his cock. It throbbed and began to stiffen. She smiled. There was some more life left in that monster yet.
Forrester opened his eyes but she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back down.
“Stay down,” she said, “and keep those eyes closed. You’re mine now.”
He laughed, but he did as he was told. She ran her hands over his beautiful muscles, over the tattoos, and finally toward the delicious shaft of his cock. It was a thrill to touch it, to hold it in her hand like a piece of wood. She caressed it gently with her fingers, running them over the head, along the shaft, and over his sack. Everything about him was perfect. Anatomically, physically, he couldn’t have been more perfect to her. He had scars, wounds, and bruises, but he was perfect.
“It’s my turn to taste you, Forrester,” she said, teasingly.
“Please do,” he said, a broad grin on his face.
“Just keep your eyes closed.”
“I promise, I will,” he said.
She got down between his legs, just as he had with her, and looked at the pink head of his cock. It looked delicious, like a ripe cherry. She wanted to swallow it. She opened her mouth and let the very tip slide inside. Her warm, wet mouth had a magical effect. Instantly, Forrester stiffened and grew to his full length.
“Your mouth was made for me,” he moaned.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his head, licking carefully the place where his foreskin seemed to attach itself to the shaft. This drove Forrester wild. He began to squirm and moan.
“Keep your eyes shut,” she commanded, and he obeyed.
She slid her mouth further down his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat, and she held him there. She let his cock stay there, deep inside her, and she imagined the pleasure that was flowing through his veins. Her hands were on his thighs and she dug her fingers deeper into the muscle. She slid her mouth up to the end and then licked him, licked his head, licked his shaft. She ran her tongue over his sack. He moaned when she did that so she took his sack into her mouth and sucked it gently. She played with it with her tongue. Forrester moaned. He put his hands on her head, ran his fingers through her hair.
She was his. That was all she wanted to be. At that moment, she just wanted to belong to him. He was so strong. He had his guard up against the world. He’d been rejected by his father, thrown into the system, and had come out the other end stronger. He was a rogue. He was an outsider wherever he went. She’d seen it. The way he’d fought with the sheriff’s son and his friends. It had never crossed Forrester’s mind to make friends with those boys, not for a second. And it wasn’t because they wouldn’t have wanted him. It was because, deep in his heart, Forrester knew he was an outsider. He knew there was no place for him.
Except this place, with her. With Elle, he let his guard down. He showed his softer side. He let her in. Only her. She was the only one he’d made friends with in Stone Peak. He hadn’t so much as looked at another person. In fact, he’d been downright cold and hostile to almost everyone else. But with her, from the moment he set eyes on her, he’d been strangely affectionate.