Forrest novel Chapter 52

MEGAN

“GOOD IDEA.” Then I stiffened to the sound of my ripped panties, and one shoved of his tongue into my mouth and his cock was deep inside me. I was shocked and felt full to move. His head fell down to my shoulder.

Our breathing held.

Our heartbeat somersaulted.

Our skin burned.

“Fuck, Megan. How much I missed this.” His rigid cock went deeper as I started to move my hips, feeling the fullness and the pulsing of my nerves as he hit my sensitive spot.

“Oh god! I love it when you take hard and rough on me.” My blood sizzled. My skin melted to the sensation of our melded body and his cock stretched me, and I felt so damn full.

He carried me, turned around, and placed me down the bed without tearing apart. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my fingers dug into his back as he entered into me with slow and inexorably torturous push.

“Fuuuuck!” His face was in pain. His veins bulged on his forehead. His muscles strained.

“Forrest.” My voice was a breathy whisper. I was barely catching my breath as he quickened the pace relentlessly.

Tingles started to travel from my back down to my spine, and I could feel the tidal wave of my orgasm banking up. I whimpered when he kissed me back. He let out a long moan into our mouths when my inner walls pulsed around him. I relished those feelings, sighed in pleasure, and closed as my eyes as he plunged into me, held still there and buried his face in my neck, and said how much he missed me.

“I love you.” Feeling overwhelmed with my impending orgasm, and the intense feeling he made me feel, I stilled to my words. That was how a love so beautiful, powerful, and unpredictable.

He froze.

I felt he lifted his head, and I could feel the searing gaze on me.

“So you mean it?” he whispered. The relief was palpable in his voice.

I opened my eyes to meet the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

“You said you love me in your sleep, Megan. You’re not gonna take it back, are you?”

My mind filled with jumbled thoughts, but one thing I was sure of was that my heart spoke for me. Even in my sleep.

As we stared at each other, we let our hearts and souls spoke to each other. I finally planted a light kiss on his lips.

“I won’t take it back. Let me be a part of you.” I shivered at my own words. It was pure; from my heart. “In fact, I am planning on showing you how I feel and telling you I love you every day until your ears give up.”

“I love you more than how much I think of you.” He encircled his hips, withdrew, and pushed into me so deep that I swore he nudged my womb. “You are already a part of me since I first laid an eye on you. And I am going to give everything to you even though you know that I am already yours since I first saw you. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how special you are, Megan.” With his lips kissing me that had my thought scattered, his hips were thrusting into me. I cried and stunned as waves of pleasure rippled through me. Again.

Our breathing rushed and frantic.

Our senses attuned.

Our hearts beat wildly as our words penetrated and succumbed our spiral of intense pleasure reaching its climax in a blazing explosion.

“Oh, fuck! That was…I can’t find the right word.”

A slap on my ass cheek winced me in pain. Then he rubbed it with his palm and pulled me tightly into his arm. “I mean what I said.”

“And you just spanked me.”

“Then watch your language, woman.”

“Yes, milord.” I rolled my eyes. “We did not use a condom.”

“I know. I love the feeling of being bare with you. I am clean, and I saw your pills in your bathroom.”

“What if I am not clean, or I stopped using it?”

“I know you’re a responsible woman, Megan.”

“So, tell me.”

He lied down on his abdomen. “It’s my drawing since my adopted father took us into his home. I wasn’t good at art, but I did that every day for over a year. I keep the copy when I finally able to make it looked like our old house burning.”

“Your house?” I leisurely ran my fingers on his back, tracing the tattoos of flames and smoke. I couldn’t feel his muscles tensing against my fingertips anymore.

“Hmm. I like the feeling of your fingers against my skin.”

“Wait. Your burning house?”

“Yeah. When I met Milo, I asked him to tattoo the same drawing I did years ago. My first tattoo, ever. I suggested to keep it on my back. He added a few details, colors, and made it more realistic in 3D graphics.”

“It’s beautiful. I love it.”

“Thank you. I never allowed anyone to touch my back.”

“Anyone?” I lied back down.

“Yes.” Forrest pulled me into his arms again. “Even Meadow.” I felt the smile on his lips against the back of my neck.

“Hmm.” My chest constricted.

“Relax. I’m all yours, remember? Besides, I never saw her again after she left the States. I fired her. Well, she handed Mama her resignation after that, and she’s in Paris as we speak. I sent her money though. To let her start a new life.”

“Why did you not allow anyone to touch your back?”

“Not my back, Megan. My tattoo. It’s my roadmap towards my plan. It’s a reminder, my motivation, and not just shagging random women.” He chuckled.

“I see.”