Page 57 of The Attraction

Dropping his mouth down, he takes my hard nipple between his teeth through my sleep top and bites down on it.

“Get naked, Harper, because I need to feel every part of your body. I knew that first night it was never going to be enough.”

He pushes himself off me and stands next to the bed, and I scramble to rid myself of the top over my head with my breasts now bare to him and then push the little pair of shorts and underwear down my legs, kicking them free. All the while my brain is screaming at me that this is a bad idea, letting down my walls for a second time is dangerous. But I’m not stopping. I want this.

“But there will be an end to this, I’m not promising you anything more than this.” I try so hard to say the words as he drops his sleep shorts in front of me, and his cock is so appealing, I want to just lean over and take it in my mouth.

“Keep telling yourself that. I’m going to make you love me so much you won’t ever want to leave.” His guttural voice is so deep that every nerve in my body sets off like fireworks, but him using the word love has me freaking out, and all I want is to shut down this talking.

My body reacts to my lust, and before he can move one leg to get back into the bed, I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat so quickly that I have to hold back from gagging.

“Fuccckkkk,” Forrest cries out, and without taking his cock from my mouth, I maneuver my body so I’m on my back sideways across his bed. His cock rotates in my mouth, and I push my body a little further across the bed with my feet so that my head is slightly off the bed, and I swallow around him. He groans, and it feels so good to be looking up at him.

I take control to show him this is just good sex. We have so much chemistry, that is undeniable, but that is what he thinks is more. He will see when this fizzles out that I’m just a snarky bitch most days and he will get sick of me.

“My goddess.” Fire burns in his eyes as I take one hand, wrap it around his cock, and begin sliding it in and out.

I pull it completely out for a moment to reply, “Now that’s a better name.” Then I drag my tongue over his cock. Raising my other hand, I grasp his balls in my fingers and give them a firm squeeze.

“Fuck, I think it should be temptress.” And his gravelly voice tells me he is close to the edge I want to push him over. “Touch yourself, I want to watch you.” And as much as I think I’m in control, I’m so not. The moment he gives me an order, I can’t ignore it.

Dropping his balls, I reach down and drag a couple of fingers through the wetness that is already forming and then circle my clit. I know what I need to get myself off, I’ve been doing it successfully for years. A woman does what she needs to do, although I must admit, an orgasm from a man always has more to it.

I moan around his cock, and it has him quivering just I like I am.

“That’s it, rub it just how you like it.” His voice fills my head, and I can’t hear any more of my thoughts. I’m just waiting on my next instruction as I feast on him and bring myself closer to the same point he is. Especially the way he is watching me.

“Faster. Stick your fingers in and fuck yourself too.”

Christ, this man knows exactly what to say to make me burn. The moment my two fingers are inside me and my thumb is pushing hard on my nub, I’m so close that I’m riding my hand hard.

Spreading his legs a little wider so he can sink down lower, he grabs my head in his big hands and starts taking the rhythm of my mouth, with his hips pushing in and out.

“That’s it, take it all. This is what naughty little temptresses get.” His fingers sink into my hair, pulling tightly on it. He has complete control of my body now, and I can’t stop, I need to come. I’m so close that I’m desperate to let go, but I want him there too.

Like he can read my mind, his voice is above me, demanding I do as he tells me. “Let go. The moment you start screaming, I’m pulling out of that wet little mouth and coming all over those gorgeous breasts.” I try to shake my head to say no because I want to taste him, but it’s no use.

“Do as you’re told. Scream my name.” His order is all my body needs to obey his words.

My orgasm is so close to the surface already, I’m pulsing around my fingers, and just like he demanded, I scream his name from a deep orgasmic place in my body. As I feel the hot liquid of his squirts of come hit all over my chest, his grunts tell me that he lost as much control as I did.

And before I can move, he has both my hands in his and leans forward, using them to smear all his come over my body. I know what he is doing, and I wish it was that easy.

“Mine,” he grunts.

“For now,” I reply as my limp body feels so different, but I’m trying to ignore it.

“For. Ever,” he tries to clarify, and just the tiniest piece of my heart is screaming yes, but the rest of the pieces are telling it to shut the fuck up because it’s breaking away from agreed protocol.

And while my heart is warring with itself, his hands slide under my body, and he drags me up off the bed and picks me up in his arms, walking toward what I assume is the bathroom.

There are no words spoken as he turns on the water and lowers my feet to the tiles in his walk-in shower. The warm water pours down my back, and he soaps up his hands and washes all of his war paint from my body. I have never showered with a man before, and it’s such a sensual experience. I want to do the same to him, but I can’t seem to move. Having his hands all over my body with so much care is doing something to me that I don’t want to stop.

It's like every time he touches me, he unlocks just a little more of my soul.

The one I thought I buried forever, but now I’m starting to realize that wasn’t the truth.

I was just waiting for the right man who I could trust, and they would know how to dig enough to find it.

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