His Forever Books 1 - 21

1. Christmas Surprise, His Forever Series Prequel-4

"You like that, don't you?" he asks.

"Yes," I breathe, not breaking eye contact.

His lips find my neck, kissing and licking it as his fingers work my n****e, pinching and pulling, rolling and squeezing. I could come from this alone.

He trails kisses down my neck, across the soft mounds of my breasts. Then he undoes the clasp, sets my breasts free, and I groan as his hot lips cover my aching n****e.

He's working my left n****e with his fingers, and biting down, sucking, licking my right one, and the pleasure is building at such a maddeningly slow, yet increasing pace I might lose my mind.

"Please, Mark," I whisper, not sure what I'm asking, but certain he's the only one who can give it to me.

He looks up and grins at me as he kneels, and begins sliding down my panties ever so slowly. I gasp as his breath hits the hot wetness between my thighs, whimper as his tongue finds my c**t.

"You taste so good," he whispers and licks again, harder, more demanding this time, and a shiver runs like an avalanche all through me.

He pinches my c**t with his thumb and forefinger, and the jolt of pain mixed with pleasure almost makes me lose my balance. He kisses it better, then repeats, and I'm breathing hard now, shuddering and whimpering with each lick and pinch. The only thing I'm certain of is my need to climax, to release this hard tension coiled inside me.

He's still fully clothed and I'm naked before him. The contrast turns me on even more, if that's even possible.

He keeps teasing my p***y, alternating between soft licks and nips, pinches and bites, until I'm shaking all over, needing only him inside me and nothing else.

He pushes two fingers into my p***y as though he can read my mind and I come right then and there, whimpering and shaking as he pumps them in and out in a skilled, practiced motion. I cry out as his fingers wake another, harder orgasm on top of the first one. I have to grab his shoulders to keep upright. He inserts a third finger and I lose it again, because I'm filled completely now, stretched all the way. But I love the fullness, the pleasure he's giving me, want it all the time.

He pulls his fingers out and stands up, wrapping me in his arms. A good thing too, because otherwise I'd probably fall down.

"Just wanted to get you good and ready," he whispers and chuckles. My heart starts racing as I grow aware of the hard outline of his c**k jabbing me in the stomach. It feels like he's got a log in his pocket.

I run my hand gently along the outline, my p***y clenching at the thought of accommodating it.

"Wow. I'm not sure it'll fit," is all I manage which just makes him laugh again.

"But you'll try," he says, and it's not a question, it’s a command.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom, my heels clicking in the silent house.

He pushes down on my shoulders as we reach the bed, and I go down on my knees willingly, my eyes fixed on his c**k.

"Ready?" he asks.

I swallow hard and nod, which makes him chuckle again. I love the sound of his laugh, it washes over me like a silk robe.

He unbuckles his pants, and I help him pull them down. His c**k springs up, slaps me on the cheek as he sets it free. It's so thick and massive, I might have a bruise tomorrow. But I'm not thinking of that. I'm thinking of how this huge c**k will feel inside me.

I wrap my hand around the base, and my fingers don’t quite reach. My p***y clenching has nothing to do with fear anymore. I look up at him as I lick around the head, making him groan. My lips barely fit over the head as I suck on the velvety flesh. I know I'm doing it right, exactly how he wants it, because his breaths are getting shorter, more erratic. I want his sperm in my mouth, I want to swallow it, let it fill me.

He takes control, grabbing his c**k and sliding the head across my wet lips, not letting me take it back in my mouth.

"Time to try," he says, and my p***y clenches again, warm wetness erupting in anticipation. I've never taken a guy this big. But I want to do it so bad I can taste it.

"Get on the bed," he orders, and I don't think twice, I just obey.

The sheets are cold, and I'm surprised not to hear a sizzle as my skin touches them.

He kicks off his pants, then pulls off his sweater and shirt in one motion. Then he's standing naked before me, this hunky muscled, tattooed god of a man, and I grow wetter just from looking at him. Desire is flowing off him like lava as his gleaming eyes devour me.

"Take me," I whisper in answer to his unspoken question.

Instead of climbing onto the bed with me, he pulls me to him by my thighs, lifts me up until only my shoulders and head are still on the bed, and my p***y is inches away from his c**k.

He's holding my hips, and I whimper as he pulls me forward, the head of his c**k gliding into me, meeting almost no resistance at this angle. In seconds, I'm filled and stretched like never before, and all I can do is try to catch my breath, a task I'm failing at.

He keeps going, opening me up more, and all I can do is let him. My fingers are creasing the sheets, and I'm sure those wrinkles will never come out. But I need to hold on to something, because I feel myself unraveling on his thick hard c**k.

He stops the onslaught, pulls his c**k out slowly, the emptiness he leaves behind vast. Then he pushes in again, pulls out, repeats. There's no part of my p***y where I don't feel his c**k as I open up to accommodate him. He's breathing hard, and I can feel his tension as he tries to do this slowly. I'm sighing, whimpering, groaning louder each time he slides in, pulls back out. And I want it faster, I want all of it.

"Harder, Mark," I hear the words leave my mouth the instant I think them.

That's all he needs, it seems. He pulls my hips to him and thrusts forward at the same time, impaling me completely. His thrusts grow fiercer, and I'm just a rag doll in his arms as he manipulates my body to pleasure himself, pleasure me.

The room is spinning so hard I have to close my eyes. All I’m aware of is his c**k inside me, sliding in and out at lightning speed, setting off sparks in every inch of my body and my mind. The friction of his thrusts lights a flame, which becomes a raging forest fire, burning all in its path. The orgasm racking through me is so strong, so searing I lose all awareness. Yet the fire keeps raging, waxing and waning before exploding again, and I'm screaming, I know I am, though I see nothing, hear nothing, my whole being just this intense ball of burning pleasure woken by his c**k.

I'm still shivering when I open my eyes later. Mark's got his arms wrapped around me, and we're covered by a blanket. I feel so empty and light, I might not even be here at all.

"How was that?" he asks, grinning down at me.

I feel my face open in a wide smile as my eyes close again on their own. "Oh, only the best ever."

"Good," he says, sounding very pleased with himself. As well he should be.

"Too bad it can't last though," I murmur, not sure why I want to ruin this moment.

"Why can't it last?" he asks, the tone somewhere between harsh and hurt.

I open my eyes again, and nestle closer to him as I look up. "You know, since we live on opposite sides of the country."

He laughs. "Is that all? No husband or anything?"

"No, nothing like that," I murmur.

"But if there was?" he asks.

"There isn't. And if we didn't live so far apart, I would never let you go again," I add, since he needs to know that, it's important for me to tell him that. Though in the back of my mind, I'm already planning weekend trips to California.

He kisses my forehead, his lips searing a path right down to my aching p***y.

"That's not a problem," he says and leaves it at that.

"What do you mean?" I ask breathlessly.

"Well, I'm moving to New York in January, got a new job there."

I smile again, lift my head and kiss his lips. "For real? That's like the best Christmas present ever."

"Is it?" he's eyeing me skeptically, like I don't know what I'm saying. But I know perfectly well. I have also been in love with Mark since I was six years old and we first met.

"Yes it is, Mark. Even though I denied it even to myself, I've waited for you to come back all these years. I just wish I'd realized that sooner."

And then we're kissing again, his skilled fingers working my n*****s and rekindling the flames. Dawn's breaking outside, and fat snowflakes are falling, just as it should be on Christmas day.

The fire in the living room has died down to mere embers, yet I feel no cold. My desire and Mark's warmth are enough to keep me hot for a long time still, possibly forever.