I tighten my fists on the sheets, closing my eyes against his sizes, as he pushes deeper and deeper and my ass cheeks flatten against his rock hard abs.
He holds himself there, buried completely inside of me.
“It’s so big,” I gasp.
“You can take it,” he snarls.
“Yeah, yeah,” I moan.
But for a long terrifying moment, I’m not sure I can take it.
I shiver against him, biting my lip so hard I think I’m going to draw blood.
But then sweet relief starts to wash through me, starting in my belly and traveling outward, all the way to my hands so that I release my iron grip on the sheets.
“Oh,” I whimper.
“Oh?” he says, with the shadow of a smile in his voice.
My pussy relaxes just a tiny bit, just enough for the quiet pleasure to become so loud, so deafening, that I can’t hear anything else.
All I can feel is the warmth flooding into me now, like a thousand electric shocks happening simultaneously, over and over, each successive zap stronger than the last.
“That’s it,” Forrest snarls. “Good firecracker. Move your hips. Show me how much you can take.”
“Like this,” I moan, moving forward and back a little, shocked at how quickly I can feel the pressure of an orgasm mounting.
“Okay,” he growls. “But I’m fucking you hard soon. Fair warning.”
I reach back, twisting my body so I can claw onto him, digging my fingernails into his irrepressible abs as I rock back and forth.
I move slowly and so does he, both of us rocking in a shared rhythm as he pulls himself out of me and then softly pushes back in again.
I pump my hips a little harder after about a minute—or an hour, or a year.
Time does funny things when Forrest is inside of me.
He snarls and slides his hands up my back, grabbing my shoulders so that he can pull me against him as he thrusts forward.
Hot wetness spreads throughout my entire lower half, as though my womb is sending relief surging to every part of me so that I can take more of him so that I can take him harder.
“Yes, yes,” I cry, shifting my hips even faster now, the room filled with the sound of our bodies colliding in heated passion.
“Fuck, the way your ass is dancing for me,” he groans, with his voice shivering in that barely-contained way. “The way you’re pumping those hips … Don’t stop.”
“Like—this?” I moan, bouncing my ass off his abs.
“Yeah,” he grunts.
My eyes have flooded with bleary pleasure-fueled tears, making it difficult for me to drink in the sight of his sweat dappled body as he looms over me.
And then the pleasure starts to tingle and sizzle like a fuse has been lit.
He growls and fucks me even harder, pulling my body toward him with each thrust. We meet in the middle of the contact with a fleshy sound of release, his cock pounding deep inside of me.
My pussy sings and flutters, my hole tightening and widening as he thrusts deep inside and then pulls out right to his throbbing helm.
“I can feel how close you are,” he grunts, after an hour or a year or a century.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
All I know is the pressure between my legs is becoming too much to handle, a thousand tons of pressure crushing into my pussy until I know something has to release or else I’ll explode and take this room, this suite, this hotel, and all of Paris with me.
My clit sears and throbs as he leans down, wrapping his arms around my torso and hugging me close to him.
His breath whispers hotly over my ear and my cheek.
He slips a hand into my bra, finding my nipple and twisting it softly, making it tingle just as tantalizingly as my pussy.
“Come,” he snarls in my ear. “Cream all over my dick. I need to see it. I need to see that thick white juicy cream, Fiona.”
I reach up and clasp his face, my arm protesting at the awkwardness of the angle. But I don’t care, as long as I get to feel his skin against mine, hot and consuming.
He grabs onto my breast, hard enough to let me know who I belong to.
Our bodies melt together like they are one like our frantic pumping isn’t the motion of two people, but just one, and now I’m sinking into him and he’s sinking into me and all I can feel is that heat, that song between my legs.
I try to scream but it comes out strangled and stifled.
My pussy floods with even more tension and then releases in a sudden jolt.
He buries his face in my neck, kissing and biting as wave upon wave of orgiastic release pumps through my body.
I feel my insides tighten and then throw starry pleasure-fueled hands outward, over and over and over until I feel as if I’m floating.