When she reached him she pulled his boxers down and uncovered the treasure inside. His rigid shaft pointed itself at her like a predator that was about to attack her. She opened her mouth and took it, all the way into the back of her throat. Forrester moaned in pleasure, and Elle felt completely in control. For the first time in her life, she felt as if she knew what she was doing. She was in a place that was safe and secure. She was where she belonged. She was with a man who loved her, who’d put his child inside her, and put his mother’s engagement ring on her finger. He’d introduced her to his loving family. And now, he was moaning in pleasure because of what her mouth was doing to his delicious, beautiful, penis.
His pleasure was under her control. It was a new power, a new control, and it made her feel so overwhelmingly sexual. She teased him, licking his pink head in little circles with her tongue.
“Oh, Elle.”
She looked up at him.
“Who’s going to be your wife?” she said.
“You are.”
“That’s right.”
She let him slide into her mouth and played with him, licking his shaft, bringing him close to orgasm, his cock throbbing with such arousal it was clear it was going to explode soon.
She stopped to speak again. “Who’s going to give you a baby?”
“You are, Elle,” he said.
“Correct,” she said and rewarded him again, this time sucking his sack so tenderly and passionately that he grabbed her head in his hands and pulled at her hair.
“Who is the woman you love?” she said.
“You’re the woman I love,” he said.
She touched the tip of his cock with her teeth, and then gently rubbed his shaft against them. She could taste the salt in his pre-cum. He was so close to exploding he could hardly bear it. He was breathing as if he had to gasp for air.
“Who’s the woman that makes you come?” she teased.
“Oh, god.”
“Tell me,” she said teasingly.
“You are, Elle.”
She sucked him like his cock was a nipple, as if she was trying to get something out of it. He was swollen and throbbing. He was looking at her with a look approaching agony on his face.
“Elle,” he moaned. “Oh, Elle.”
She stopped, for one final time. She was ready to give him release now.
“Who’s the girl that swallows for you,” she said.
Forrester’s face transformed into a look of complete ecstasy.
“You,” he moaned, and at the same moment, Elle leaned her head back, resting the tip of his cock on her lower lip.
He shot his orgasm into her, spilled it into her mouth, and she kneeled there with her head tilted back so that he could see everything he’d given her. She waited till he was finished, until everything he had inside him was in her mouth, and she looked up at him, her mouth open wide.
He looked down at her with so much gratitude. She knew he would do anything for her. He would die for her. He would be loyal until the end.
And then she swallowed everything in a single gulp.
Chapter 51
Elle
ELLE’S DAYS IN THE MANSION passed in a blur of happiness. She called Kelly every day, but she’d already told her friend that she wasn’t coming back. At least not to live. She’d loved her time in Stone Peak, it had changed her life, but her future was in Socorro Valley with Forrester and the Brotherhood. Even without having the discussion with Forrester, she knew in her heart it was the right life for her.
Between getting to know everyone, helping Faith and Lacey with the babies, spending romantic time with Forrester, and learning the ins and outs of her new environment, she was pretty busy. And every morning when she woke up in that beautiful bed, Forrester’s tender arms wrapped around her, she thanked God for the life she was being given. She loved the house, the pool, the vineyards. She loved the town with it’s pretty main street and ocean views. She loved the clean, clear mountain air.
And most of all, she loved being with Forrester.
One of the things that surprised her most was that Forrester was taking the lead in planning the wedding. He’d told her that it was something he wanted to do for her, and he was making it his business to get Grant and Jackson to show him all the places they’d gone to get the things that made their weddings so perfect. Forrester was adamant that they have the ceremony on the same mountain top that Grant and Lacey had been married on. There was a gazebo up there that he loved. He said he couldn’t imagine getting married anywhere else.
And Elle loved it. She loved that he was so invested in the process. She’d always thought that men just went along with wedding plans, but didn’t play such an active roll. This was perfect. He’d even arranged for her to meet some fancy wedding dress designer in the city and Faith and Lacey had insisted on accompanying her.
On the drive into the city, the women questioned her non-stop.
“So, how did you know Forrester was the one for you?” Lacey asked her.
Elle blushed a little. She was sitting in the passenger seat next to Lacey. Faith had insisted on sitting in the back between the two babies.
“There was just something about him,” Elle said, “something calm.”
Lacey nodded. “Like a pool of deep water,” she said.
“Exactly,” Elle said. “When Forrester came into my life, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I never knew men could be like that. Deep and passionate and caring. He was the first real man I ever knew.”
Faith was nodding from the back seat. “That’s exactly how it was for me with Jackson,” she said. “Before Jackson came along I was in a really bad place. I was with a monster of a man.”