“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to be too loud,” I whimper.
“You can be as loud as you want,” he growls. “These rooms are used by some of the richest, most paranoid people in the world from time to time. They’re soundproofed.”
“Really?” I moan.
“Yes. So if you want to scream, scream. In fact…”
He attacks my pussy again, pumping his finger with even more force. I didn’t even think that would be possible until he starts with the possessive movements, pummeling my ass cheeks with his knuckles.
I throw my head back and let out a shivering cry.
I can’t help myself. The ecstasy searing between my thighs is too compelling.
“I’ll get angry if you don’t scream,” he growls, a smirk in his voice.
The room is filled with the sound of my wet hole as he slips another finger inside of me, pinning me against his hand.
I start pushing back against him in the same rhythm, some primal part of me awakening at the closeness and somehow knowing what to do.
“You look so damn sexy right now,” he snarls. “Fucking hell. Keep pumping like that.”
I grab the sheets, no longer worrying about if I look silly, no longer able to worry about that.
All I can think about is the sensation of his fingers pushing against that deep, secret part of me, a place nobody has ever touched before.
He growls like an animal when I start to shudder and vibrate, the pleasure moving its way through me like an unstoppable force.
I’m sure I can feel my womb tightening, gathering up all its energy in preparation to explode like a star.
I cry out as the orgasm hammers into me.
My screams turn hollow, my gasps silent and I can’t move my hips anymore.
All I can do is lie there as he hammers his fingers deeper and harder into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry, wetness exploding from my hole and squirting all over his fingers.
“Fuck, there’s so much cream,” he growls. “Jesus Christ. You horny virgin firecracker.”
“Oh, God,” I moan, collapsing and turning to him.
He smirks down at me, his eyes dancing.
“All fours—now,” he snaps.
I whimper as I do as he says, climbing to all fours again and keeping my gaze on him. He smooths his come-slick hands over my ass cheeks, spreading it so that I can feel my wetness hot against my skin.
“Your big juicy ass cheeks are shining for me,” he growls, reaching up and grabbing his shirt.
Rip.
With one savage move, he tears it off, the buttons popping and flying across the room, some of them landing on the floor and some scattering across the bed. He grabs his belt and yanks it loose, letting his trousers fall around his ankles.
I gaze at the glorious sight of him in his underwear, his chest a mass of solid, heaving muscle, his manhood barely contained in his boxer briefs. It’s huge, thick length, bulging against the fabric like any second it could spring free.
He grabs his boxers and pulls them down.
My heartbeat picks up speed as his manhood bounces, freed from its prison.
It’s huge, at least ten inches, probably more, like a forearm with veins going up and down, its length. His helm is engorged and massive, glistening with a dollop of precome that makes my womb sing with anticipation.
He’s going to put his seed in us, she moans. He’s going to give us a family and protect them. Forever.
“Move to the end of the bed like a good virgin,” he snarls, his voice shaking as if he can barely form sentences now.
I shimmy down and stick my ass out.
My neck aches turned toward him, but I don’t care. I have to face him, have to drink in the sight of his barely restrained desire.
He steps forward and grabs the base of his dick, guiding his helm to my soaked hole.
I shiver and let out a strangled moan when he drags his gigantic cock over my pussy, smearing precome over my clit and my lips, up and down my pussy and skirting close to my hole.
He gets closer and closer to my hole with each movement, teasing me.
I grab big handfuls of the silk sheets and push against him.
“So eager,” he growls. “Not so nervous anymore, are you, my perfect virgin?”
“I want it,” I whimper, no longer capable of feeling shame, not when he’s Forrest and I’m Fiona and we belong together.
Always.
“How badly?” he roars.
“So badly,” I cry. “I want it, I—”
My words turn messy and incomprehensible as he arches his hips and pushes inside of me.
His massive length opens up my untouched hole, driving deeper and deeper inside of me. I’m stunned by how large he is. It makes his fingers feel like nothing, like air.
He fills me up so completely I feel like I’m going to burst.
His cock presses forward, pushing against the walls of my sex.