“You’re staying here?” she said.
“Seems like the only place in town worth staying,” Forrester said.
“It’s pretty fancy.”
They passed through the wrought iron gates, the flame torches giving the courtyard a romantic, antique feel.
“It’s okay,” Forrester said. “It’s nice to have the things you’re used to.”
Elle looked up at the hotel. It was like something out of a travel magazine, part rustic ski lodge, part French chateau. Through the windows, the glow of the warmth inside looked golden. The copper details on the doors and windows were polished so brightly they looked like flames. Two valets in uniforms resembling the guards of the Queen of England came down and took the keys to the pickup from Forrester.
“This is what you’re used to?” Elle said in disbelief.
Forrester shrugged. Elle looked at him more closely. Not only was he hot, he was rich too. She’d never have guessed from looking at him. His clothes, scars, tattoos, and old pickup truck sure didn’t give off the impression of wealth.
“You’re a real eligible bachelor aren’t you, Forrester?”
Forrester laughed. “Come on,” he said. “You can make up your own mind on that.”
A doorman in uniform greeted them as he held the brass revolving door. “Mister Snow, Madam.”
“Henry,” Forrester said, and slipped a bill into the man’s hand.
“Thank you very much, sir,” Henry said.
Elle looked around the hotel lobby and her jaw dropped. She felt as if she’d just been pulled into a fairytale. She’d heard that places like this existed, but she’d never have imagined that she’d find them up here in the mountains. She’d also never have imagined that a super hot guy would be inviting her in.
Up until that very night, Elle was a person who’d thought she knew what her life had in store for her. She wasn’t a pessimist, she didn’t have a bad outlook on life, but experience had taught her what she could expect. She liked to think of herself as a realist. She hadn’t had her life handed to her on a silver spoon. In fact, quite the opposite. She’d had to work her butt off for everything she’d ever had, and even then, it was often taken away from her. Being brought into a luxury hotel and greeted by servants dressed in red velvet jackets wasn’t exactly something that was on her radar.
“This place is incredible,” she gasped.
A huge chandelier hung from a vaulted ceiling and bathed the entire lobby in warm candlelight. A fire burned brightly in the fireplace facing them. By the entrance was a valet, a bellhop, a coat check, and a bunch of other attendants in uniform. To the side was the reception, and on the facing wall were floor to ceiling windows overlooking the pristine peaks and slopes of the Rocky Mountains.
“It’s beautiful,” Forrester said. “Wait till you see the views in the morning.”
Elle looked into his eyes. “The morning?” she said.
Forrester just grinned. He turned to the members of the hotel staff who were all watching him.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “this is Elle. She’s my guest. I beg you all to treat her with the greatest respect. Give her anything she wants.”
“Yes, sir,” one of the men said.
Forrester brought her to an intricately decorated elevator and pressed a button marked penthouse. Once the doors closed he turned to her.
“It’s just you and me now,” he said.
Elle didn’t know what to say. There was a lump in her throat and she felt as if she might cry. She wasn’t sure why she felt so emotional, but it was definitely happiness that was the dominant feeling.
“I see that,” she said, quietly.
“That’s all right with you, right?”
She nodded.
“Because you know what I’m going to do to you?”
Elle caught his eye. She shook her head, almost imperceptibly. The elevator stopped with a ding and they stepped out into a small anteroom that contained a large mirror, a leather sofa, a fire, and large silver vases filled with flowers. Facing them was a carved oak door.
“When you cross this door,” Forrester said, “everything’s going to be different.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your entire world, Elle, your entire future, everything. It will all change, for both of us.”
She looked into his deep, dark eyes, and somehow, she knew that he was right. If she walked through that door with him, nothing would ever be the same again.
She took a deep breath. “Then what are we waiting for?” she said.
Forrester laughed, then bent down and swept her off her feet, lifting her into his arms as if she weighed no more than a child. No one had ever made her feel that way before.
The door opened and inside was the most beautiful, luxurious suite Elle could have ever imagined. It was like something that had been created for royalty, with room after room, perfectly set out for the luxury and comfort of the guests. She gasped as Forrester carried her through a beautiful sitting room like something out of Versailles, filled with roses and other flowers, an enormous fire burning on one side and spectacular views on the other. Then they passed through another, similar room, but this one had a large dressing room off to the right, and to the left was a bathroom that looked like a spa, with a jacuzzi, sauna, steam room and shower. After that was the bedroom, in the center of which was the largest, softest, four-posted bed Elle had ever seen in her life.
Forrester lay her down on the bed and then rose up above her. Elle shivered in apprehension. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that a man like Forrester would be carrying her to his bed.
“We just met,” Forrester said to her, “but we’re not strangers, you and I.”
“Is that so?” Elle said.
“Yes it is,” Forrester said, and he took off his coat and threw it on a chair behind him.
“How do you know that?” Elle said, admiring the tattooed and muscled arms that his white shirt revealed.
Forrester pulled the shirt up over his head and Elle’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his perfectly chiseled abs and chest. Forrester was like a man carved from marble.
“Because I watched you.”
“Where?” she said.
He was slowly opening his belt, and Elle felt herself get hot and wet beneath her skirt.
“In the diner, in the bar. I watched the way you act, the way you treat people.”
“And what did you see?”
“I saw that you’re stronger than you pretend. You’re not afraid of people. You’re not afraid to stand up for yourself. You’re not afraid of a fight, if there has to be one.”
“You aren’t either,” she said.
Forrester smiled as he let his jeans fall in a bunch around his ankles. Then he stepped out of them.
“That’s why we’re a perfect match for each other.”
“A perfect fit?” Elle said, suggestively.
“We’re about to find out,” Forrester said, and with that, he ripped off his white boxer shorts, revealing his entire naked body to Elle’s gaze.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw what he had to offer her. His perfect torso led in a V of strong muscle to the largest, thickest cock she’d ever set eyes on. Even in photographs, even on the Internet, she’d never seen anything like Forrester’s cock. It reminded her of the limb of a tree, and that made her wonder if that’s why his name was Forrester.
She let out a giggle and instantly threw her hand over her mouth.
Forrester just smiled at her.
“I imagine you’re nervous right now,” he said. “Let me tell you that you absolutely should be. I am going to devour you.”
He lowered his massive, naked, muscular body down over hers, and Elle felt the muscles in her legs quiver in anticipation. She’d never done anything like this in her life. She’d never been so swept away from reality. So taken by a man. She and Forrester had only just met. Now she was in his bed. It was insane.
“I
’ve always had a thing for a waitress in uniform,” he said.
Then he leaned down low over her, face to face, and brushed his lips against hers. Elle held her breath, afraid to breathe. Forrester’s eyes bore into hers. His gaze was so intense that she had to shut her eyes. He brushed his lips against hers again, and this time let his tongue gently wet her lower lips. Elle opened her mouth, just a little, wanting to taste the wetness of Forrester’s tongue.
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 pussy. 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 pussy, 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 pussy. 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 pussy.
Naughty girl, he thought.
He ran his tongue down over her pussy, 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 pussy 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.”
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 pussy 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 pussy. 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.”
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