Forsythe could see how close I was and how I was trying to fight it. “Oh no you don’t.” He tugged the length of the belt, forcing my body to slump forward. He wrapped his arms around me, forcing my body close. He thrusted into me, roughly fucking me as I tried to resist the urge to come. “Fill my ears with your moans, little viper. Make them ring from how loud I’m making you scream.”
“No, oh god. Fuck.” I breathed.
He fucked me harder, making me gasp. “Yes.” He moved faster and faster, grunting as he pounded into me, and before I knew it, I completely lost myself.
“Fuck—no. No!” My body arched and squeezed. My chest tightened and my breathing hitched as my orgasm ruptured from within. “No! Ahh!” I cried out, coming hard. My body pulsated and squeezed around him as I continued to come. I was so wet…so sensitive and absolutely buzzing from how fucking good he made me feel.
Holy shit.
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” he moaned. Forsythe tossed me around until I landed on my hands and knees, panting from how hard I had just came. He slapped my ass hard before taking his belt and looping it around my wrists, securing them behind my back as my face pressed into the dirt. He tightened them and tugged, slightly raising my body. “So let me show you just how good I can make you feel, little Lucille.” He spread my legs and massaged my overly sensitive clit while slowly inserting two fingers inside me. I cried out, arching into him as he continued, playing with my wetness and working me back up. His body moved closer, and he leaned onto my back, kissing my spine until his mouth finally met mine. “Don’t forget to breathe.” He kissed me one last time before pulling away and gripping my backside, adjusting his position. His fingers quickly retreated from my body as I felt my wetness strung from them and drip against my thigh. I released a soft whine, missing their absence. Forsythe chuckled and slapped my ass again. My mouth opened to gasp but as my head raised, he slid his dick deep inside me. I cried out at the pressure, excited again. He immediately began to thrust, using that toned body of his to fuck me even harder than before.
I don’t want this night to end.
Forsythe gripped my hips and pounded into me with loud grunts, knocking his pelvis into me to the point I knew I’d be bruised in the morning. But I didn’t care. I wanted him to break me. I wanted him to make me forget everything else and live in this moment with him. Just the two of us.
“Don’t stop,” I huffed into the dirt. “Please,” I begged as my body rocked so aggressively along the ground. “I don’t want this to end.”
Forsythe yanked the belt and tugged my body back. My face rested alongside his as he held my body close. We both struggled to breathe, completely lost in one another. “The night’s stillyoung, Lucille. And despite what you may think, this old man has more than enough fire to keep going.” His mouth met mine as we kissed. “I’m going to take my time worshipping your body all night long. So buckle up, little viper. Because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”
“Forsythe.”
His face tightened as he kissed me again. “I love the way my name sounds as it rolls off your tongue.”
“Forsythe,” I moaned.
“Say it again,” he begged.
I smiled. “Forsythe. Oh, Forsythe.” I repeated his name until I was screaming it at the top of my lungs.
I never realized how much I also liked the way his name sounded as it escaped my mouth, but I found myself saying again and again…and again. His name replaced my need to breathe, and before I knew it, I was completely addicted to saying it. All of it.
Forsythe Creed.
Chapter Eight
Lucille
Momand I stepped into the old ranch house, exhausted from our day at the hospital. We had some bags of clothes and things we needed to swap out, and I personally just wanted to take a shower. “Oh! Here, baby.” My mom handed me a large, warm Tupperware which contained her famous peach cobbler. “It’s a shame Boone wasn’t feeling up to eating this today. Poor thing. Why don’t you take it down to the bunkhouse for me, hmm? Those boys oughta be hungry after today. They deserve a nice little treat after all their hard work now, don’t you think?”
The bunkhouse?
I hadn’t seen Forsythe since our evening together. Boone had some important consultations and meetings with doctors, and between that and therapy, I’ve been spending most of my days at the hospital helping him and Mom.
What am I supposed to do if I see him now?
My mother’s face tilted with curious concern. “You okay, baby?”
“Nothing!” She blinked. “I mean, yeah. Pfft. I‘m fine. I’ll just run this down there and leave it with Cooper. No big deal.” I clutched the Tupperware close and headed for the front door.
The screen squeaked as I stepped onto the porch, wearing baggy pajama pants and a hoodie with my Converse. I wasn’t wearing any makeup, and I looked like complete shit. The night breeze hit my face as I stepped down onto the ground. “This is so awkward,” I groaned.
What do I do if he sees me? Do I just pretend like nothing happened?
I walked towards the bunkhouse.
Fuck, this is what I was worried about.
The sound of crickets chirping surrounded me as I trekked along the path.
