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“It’s not okay,” he said. “It’s unforgivable. Elle, I would never stand you up, and I never will again.”

“I don’t mind,” she said again, softly.

Forrester sighed. “Will you at least let me explain what happened?”

“I think I know.”

“You don’t know the whole story, Elle. You might know the facts, but you don’t really know what happened.”

“All right,” she said, handing him a cup of coffee. “Tell me.”

“You want the long version or the short version?” Forrester said.

He looked at her and could tell she’d been hurt by the events of the last few days. His cock was so hard for her, but he didn’t want to taste her until she was ready for him. He owed her an explanation.

“Either,” she said.

“All right. I’ll tell you exactly what happened. I walked into a diner the other day, and there, serving me coffee, was an angel. I mean it. A real angel, Elle. The girl of my dreams. I was so taken by her that I reached out and touched her hand while she was serving me.”

Elle smiled at the memory.

“But it didn’t stop there. It was a difficult time for me. I’d come back to the town of my birth to bury my father, and my father’s memory is the one thing that scares me. So when I realized that this girl made me feel less afraid, when I saw that she lifted me up, and made me more of a man, stronger, happier, more full of life, I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.”

“You’re a charmer, Forrester. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“I’m not charming anyone, Elle. I’m explaining what happened. One thing led to another and soon enough, by some beautiful miracle from God, the girl was in my bed. She was naked. She was exquisite. She was the most beautiful thing I ever set eyes on. We made love, but we did much more than that. We orgasmed together, we filled each other, and we even decided not to use a condom.”

“Yes, we did,” Elle said.

“Because we wanted to create something. A commitment. Something that could never be undone.”

“Exactly.”

“So this girl, Elle is her name.”

Elle laughed.

“She let me come inside her. It’s the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me, and after it happened, it made me realize that I didn’t have to fear my father anymore. I didn’t have to fear the past. I could overcome whatever life had thrown at me, and walk into the future proud.”

“That’s how you make me feel too, Forrester.”

“Please,” Forrester said jokingly, “no interruptions.”

Elle punched him playfully.

“It was like everything I’d ever wanted had come together, Elle. I knew this was the girl for me. I knew she was the one I was destined for. I was on my way to meet her, in fact, I was sitting in my truck right outside her diner, when I felt a letter in my pocket.”

“The letter,” Elle said, a flash of recognition on her face.

“It was a letter my father’s lawyer gave me, written by my father, and all you really need to know about it is that it contained the usual filth and drivel that had always spewed from my father’s mouth. My father was a cruel man, and this was a cruel letter.”

“Did it make you want to run away?”

“You mean, did it make me want to leave my angel behind?”

“Fear can do strange things to a man’s heart,” Elle said.

Forrester nodded at her. He was always impressed at her depth of perception and intuition. She was a good seven years younger than he was, and he’d never met anyone with her wisdom and emotional understanding.

“Not for a second,” he said. “It brought me close to tears, and I thought I should go back to my hotel room before meeting her, to compose myself. Not for one second did it give me second thoughts about pursuing a relationship with my angel.”

Elle was visibly relieved. “Call your angel, Elle,” she said, smirking.

He nodded. “So on my way back to the hotel, Gris rammed my truck, and the sheriff arrested me. Between beating me unconscious and keeping me locked in a cell, there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t get word to you, Elle. But I desperately wanted to. I didn’t want you to think that I’d forgotten about you.”

Tears were falling from Elle’s eyes at this point, and Forrester reached out to her and wiped them away.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” Elle whispered.

“You deserve all the love in the world, Elle. You deserve all the happiness. And every second, I pray to God that I’m the man who has the honor of giving you that love and happiness.”

She threw her arms around his neck and their lips met in such a passionate embrace that anyone watching them would have sworn they were lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years. Forrester slid his hands down her back, feeling the gentle curves of her body, and thought his cock would explode with desire, right there in his pants.

Chapter 43

Forrester

T
HEY RIPPED EACH OTHER’S CLOTHES
off like they were on fire. Forrester threw his jeans and shirt across the room. Elle let hers fall in a pile around her ankles. Fully naked, he feasted his eyes on her voluptuous, sensual, alluring body. He wanted nothing more than to taste her.

She shivered in anticipation.

“You’re all bandaged,” she said.

“It’s nothing.”

“Does it hurt?”

He smiled at her, then lifted her up, ignoring the pain in his broken ribs, and flung her down on her bed. He looked down at her. She was staring at his erect cock like it was some monstrous beast that was about to devour her. And it was.

She backed away from him up the mattress as he approached, but he grabbed her ankles and laid her out flat on the bed. Then he crawled up slowly between her legs until his mouth was just two inches from the tender pink flesh of her pussy.

“I’m going to eat you, Elle. I’m going to devour you.”

“Do it,” she whispered.

Forrester didn’t hesitate. Very gently, he let his lips touch the lips of Elle’s pussy. He caressed her, kissing her pussy as if it was her mouth, pressing his lips against the pink pussy lips, running his tongue inside it’s opening, making out with it so passionately and hungrily that it was all Elle could do to stop herself from screaming in pleasure.

He sucked her clitoris, toying with it, trying to make her quiver. She threw her head back and shut her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted with her. He sucked her clit, swallowing her juice, drinking her up like a man who’d just crossed a desert without water.

“I’m going to make you the mother of my babies,” he whispered.

It was only just barely loud enough for Elle to hear him. She felt her heart flood with joy, with love, and she began to moan in pleasure.

“Forrester,” she cried.

He kept licking her, his cock getting harder and harder with every taste. He wanted to plunge himself into her, but he wanted her to orgasm on his face first. As he sucked, he could feel her getting closer and closer to the moment of climax. Her back arched, and her muscles began to clench and contract.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, then began to passionately make out with her clit until she was screaming in orgasm.

He grabbed her by the thighs and locked her in position so that she couldn’t escape. She cried and moaned and he kept kissing and sucking and licking every bit of her, drinking every drop she gave him.

“You’re so delicious when you’re coming,” he said with a cheeky grin.

She blushed. He climbed up onto her and made a trail over her skin with his tongue, from her clit, up over her navel, over both her breasts and nipples, all the way to her mouth. She’d be able to taste herself on him but that’s what he wanted. The thought of it turned him on.

When his cock touched the dripping wet area between her legs, he felt a throb of such desire that he almost orgasmed immediately.

“God, you turn me on,” he said.

She smiled.

He kissed her again, putting his mouth completely over hers, and felt his fiercely rigid cock slide inside her waiting body. Her pussy swallowed his entire length, and he slid in deeper and deeper, so far that he thought he was deeper inside her than a man had ever been inside a woman. He kept pushing himself in, trying to get deeper and deeper, as if every inch would bring him closer and closer to Elle’s heart and soul.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” he whispered.

“I don’t want you to,” she replied. “I never want you to. I’m yours, Forrester, and I want you to come inside me.”

With those words in his ears, he began to pull out and thrust in, out and in, in long, smooth movements. He had to pull out so far, and then drive his shaft all the way back into her, and she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and surprise with each powerful movement of his groin.

“I’m going to come so hard,” he gasped.

“Come for me, Forrester,” she whispered. “Come inside me, baby. I’m all yours. Come inside me.”

And then his mind went blank. His vision blurred. He was coming. The orgasm started somewhere deep in the core of his body and rushed toward his cock as if trying to escape. The pleasure was overwhelming. He didn’t even feel the pain in his ribs anymore. He clenched his muscles as his semen burst out, pouring excruciating pleasure through him.

He cried out. His cock throbbed and pulsed, each surge shooting his seed deep into Elle’s body. The idea of it alone was enough to drive him wild. He felt dizzy with pleasure. As he collapsed onto her, his sweat covered skin clinging to hers, all he could do was whisper over and over, “I love you, Elle. I love you, Elle.”

Chapter 44

Elle

E
LLE SHUT HER EYES AND
let the sensation wash over her. She felt every drop of Forrester pour into her, shooting in powerful jets from him.

She clung to him, driving her nails into his back. When he collapsed onto her, the weight of his muscular frame forcing itself against her, she couldn’t have felt more happiness.

He whispered her name, whispered that he loved her. She couldn’t have imagined a more perfect moment. She’d been so terrified that she’d lost him. So terrified that Gris was right and that she didn’t deserve to be loved. To find out that it was all untrue, and that Forrester had been trying to get to her the entire time, it was too much.

“I adore you, Forrester Snow,” she said.

He smiled, and she was overcome with love. She wanted more than anything else to make him happy, to bring him joy and pleasure. He’d been through so much, so much for her, so much while he was a child. It was almost too much for one life.

She extracted herself gently from underneath him and rolled him over onto his back.

“Lie still,” she said when he tried to pull her down.

“What are you doing to me?” he said.

“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.