Page 49 of His Vivacious Angel
Forest tickles the shell of my ear with the tip of his nose. “Good different, or bad different?”
“Fucking amazing different.” And more than I was hoping for.
His chuckle is husky in my ear. “No one will ever get this deep inside you but me, angel. I’ll make sure of it.”
My brows crease briefly becausewhat the hell does he mean by that?But it’s easily forgotten when he pulls out nearly all the way, then fills me again with a long, sensually slow stroke so I can feel every delicious inch of him.
The grunts Forest makes each time he buries himself within me are as erotic as the clapping of our thighs that grow closer together. I’d be embarrassed by the sloppy sucking noise my pussy makes with each thrust if it weren’t for him saying, “Listen to that, angel. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” He groans loudly when he plunges into me much harder, making me cry out when he rubs against a spot that has stars exploding in my head. “I’m going to make you soak the bed. Fuck yes, I am.”
He works me so hard and good that my arms shake until they give out. He has to slip an arm under my hips to prop my lower half up as he begins pounding into me, grunting and groaning and making the bed rock back and forth sharply.
“Forest,” I groan, my hips jerking as the heat within my core grows hotter, expanding, coiling and ready to snap. I can hardly string together a full sentence. “I’m—I’m—oh, fuck me, baby, yes!” I bury my face in the comforter, biting thematerial when I sob out my orgasm, my mind awash with bliss.
Forest only pounds into me harder, faster for another minute longer, then yells my name, his whole body vibrating on top of me as his cock swells impossibly large.He came inside me.My belly flutters like mad as I squeeze my inner muscles around him so he won’t pull out yet. But then I remember he did so with a condom, and I won’t get the full effect. I mentally tsk. It’s exactly what I asked of him, so it’s ridiculous to feel any bit of disappointment. Forest moans my name brokenly, like he can’t get enough air into his lungs, then collapses, crushing me against the mattress, our skin sticky with sweat and my arousal.
It’s a solid eight minutes, according to his bedside clock, after Forest rolls us onto our sides, spooning me from behind, that I finally return to my right mind. I roll away from him, his cock slipping out of me with the jerky movement. “I need to go.”
Forest looms up and over me. “Oh shit, Autumn.”
“What?”
He scrambles up onto his knees and motions to his softening cock. “The condom came off.”
“What?!”
He flips me over like a flapjack, yanks me toward him, and pushes my knees up and out. His eyes flare wide when he whispers, “It came off inside you.”
“Well, get it out!” I jerk away with a squeal when he plunges his fingers inside me.
“Hold still. I can’t reach it.” He bands an arm across my hips and reaches deeper, scissoring his first two fingers, sticking his tongue out to the side as he concentrates. “Quit squirming.”
“I’ll shove two fingers in your ass and see how still youcan be!”
Forest rolls his eyes, then yanks the comforter out from beneath me and off the bed to wrap it around himself, disappearing from the room. He’s back seconds later, throwing on the harsh overhead light, clacking a motherfucking pair of silicone tongs. The comforter drops along with his jaw.
“It’s just leaking out of you,” he says, licking his lips while staring at my pussy like it’s a juicy steak.
I throw my arm across my eyes. “Oh my god, seriously, I didn’t think you could top it before, butthisis the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d rather piss myself in front of my whole graduating class than do this.”
“It’s not exactly pleasant for me either,” he says, hooking his hands under my knees to position my ass on the edge of the bed.
I peek out from under my arm. “Tell that to your hard dick.”
He grimaces, flattening his palm over his cock, but his hand isn’t big enough to cover it all. “Can’t help it.”
“Guess we found out you have a cum kink, too. What’s it called?”
Forest hums a yes, his voice gravelly when he says, “Creampie.”
“Oh god, don’t say it like that—like it’s a dessert. It makes me think of my parents,” I say, then gag. “This can’t be happening. I’m in a nightmare. I’m going to wake up any minute and—” I suck on my teeth when he bends over with his face between my thighs and eases the tongs inside me. They’re about as comfortable as a gynecologist’s speculum at my annual exam. “Ow! Watch it!”
“Sorry, sorry,” Forest says when I nearly kick his nose through the back of his skull after he tries to push the tongs inside me a second time. He drops his face onto my lower belly, shaking his head back and forth, his lips tickling my skin. Groaning when he kisses me just above my mound, hesays, “If I can’t get it out, I’ll have to take you to urgent care.”
“The last thing I need is someone else digging your used condom out of my vagina.”
He sets his chin on my stomach, his upper lip curling. There’s a possessive edge to his voice when he says, “I don’t want anyone else ‘digging’ inside your vagina, either.”
“Then figure it out!”
