Page 1 of Forever Home

Chapter One: Madison

My eyes never leave his as the cupcake, piled high with chocolate frosting and a red cherry on top, moves slowly toward my waiting mouth.

I never knew something so sweet could be so damn sexy.

Leaning against the headboard, my eyes gaze up into the deep hazel of his. Every part of me wants to remember each and every inch of his body. From the sexy dips of his muscles to the dark, shaggy hair on his head that I can’t stop running my hands through.

Damn, this guy is hot!

Slowly opening my mouth, I wait with anticipation as the cupcake gets closer. My tongue runs anxiously over my lips as the sugary sweetness of the confection infiltrates my nose, mixed with something even more intoxicating.

His aftershave,maybe? Or maybe it’s his own personal scent. Woodsy with a little hint of rain, it reminds me of being outdoors in the middle of fall. It’s more enticing than the cupcake, but I force myself to pay attention.

“Be a good girl and open wide for me.”

The mattress dips as he inches his way towards me on his knees. His husky, gravelly voice goes straight to my core as I clench my thighs together.

I want this. God, do I want this. And the moment that his fingers brush the edges of my lips, I close my eyes and moan, taking a bite of the cupcake as I melt into the explosion of sweetness that overtakes my taste buds.

Opening my eyes, my tongue reaches out, capturing the extra icing and crumbs that linger on my bottom lip and the corner of my mouth. The movement is one done in a teasing manner, and I revel in the sight of lust built within the hazel depths of his eyes. Everything about this moment is exactly how I want it. I want him to want me as much as I want him, but I won’t make it easy.

I want the moment he takes me to be more than he can handle.

Letting my gaze drop to the partially eaten cupcake in front of me, I slowly raise my eyes once more to meet his. The slow hint of a devilish smirk graces the corner of my lips as I raise my brow in question. “Well… what are you waiting for?”

A deep chuckle reverberates in his throat as a glint of excitement casts a glow across his gaze. He talked such a big game before about being in charge, and the challenging lift of his eyebrow now makes me wonder if a girl ever spoke to him in such a way.

I don’t have long to ponder the thought before he makes his move, strong thighs framing my trembling legs as he grabs my wrists in one swift motion and pins them out to the sides. He quickly locks them within the confines of silk ties to hold me in place as he attempts to take control of what he wants...what he craves.

I’m not one to complain, though. The excitement he fills me with is a dopamine rush I never want to come down from. My mind is buzzing with nerves as he plucks the cherry from the top of the cupcake before leaning forward over me.

“So eager, little mouse. Close your eyes.”

A nickname? Out of everything he calls me—he chose a damn mouse?

Part of me cringes, but another part of me, the internal firestorm of ecstasy and pleasure, moans in response as the cherry brushes over my lips before sliding down along my jawline towards my throat. Every touch against my skin sends a jolt of desire to my core. An aching feeling that I never want to forget as I do as I’m told and close my eyes.

The moment that the cold touch of the cherry brushes over the curve of my breast, a gasp escapes me. My head instantly tilts back as the sensation of his tongue capturing my erect nipple draws out the eager moan that had already escaped me.

Everything in me wants to take control. In a way, though, I’m already in control. So I obey, letting him believe he has all the power. I moan as the cherry slips down from my breast over the dip of my stomach, followed by his tongue that laps off the sweet, sticky trail the cherry leaves behind.

Shifting back, the weight of his body disappears right before a firm grip on my thighs makes me gasp. He spreads my legs open, leaving my core aching with anticipation. The cherry slips over the soft slit of my aching pussy right before his tongue dives in, a long thick stroke that has my back arching in pleasure as my legs fall wide and my toes curl at his movements.

Until he stops.

My eyes fly open, darting down to lock gazes with him. He chuckles, shaking his head from side to side. “What did I tell you?”

“Eyes closed?” I whimper. “Please… Don’t stop.”

A slight smirk graces the corner of his lips, and I realize that his left hand no longer holds a cherry. Instead, his fingers are coated with the cupcake’s chocolate frosting. “Do as you’re told.”

Hesitation only fills me for a moment as I close my eyes once more. The feeling of his fingers brushing the thick, velvety-smooth chocolate frosting across the lips of my aching core pushes me to limits I’ve never felt before.

As his tongue swipes across me again, and he dives into my pussy like it’s his last meal, I fall apart. A cry of pleasure escapes me in a tidal wave of desire that is more than I can take.

“Beep, beep, beep.”

The annoying sound of my alarm jolts me from my sleep. My heart races within my chest as I groan in protest at the realization that the amazing man and his sinful pleasure was nothing but a dream. “Forfuck sake!”

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