Page 49 of My Forever Girl


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I sighed as I pushed up on my elbows and studied Cutler, who was still down on his knees, watching me with concern. Like he thought I might regret what we’d just done. He couldn’t be more wrong. “That was amazing. I’ve definitely been missing out. Thank you.”

A loud laugh escaped him. “Sure. Happy to service you. You’ve got one impressive pussy. Shame on any man who didn’t take the opportunity to experience it.”

My mouth gaped open, and he took his hand and pressed it closed. “Careful, Jeege. I’m hard as steel right now, so if you keepdropping your mouth open, I’m going to offer to put something in it.”

My head fell back with laughter as he adjusted my bikini bottoms and moved to sit beside me on the bench.

I slid down onto my knees. “I have the perfect solution.”

“I was kidding.” He reached for me, attempting to pull me back up beside him. “Let’s sit with this for a minute.”

“Nope. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.”

“What am I doing?” he asked as his lips turned up into the sexiest smile.

“You like to do things for me, but I also like to do things for you. This is a one-time deal, and we each get to make the other one feel good. That was the agreement.”

But it was so much more than that.

I’d never felt so alive, so desired.

My thighs were slick, and my nipples ached. I was desperate to make him feel the same way he’d made me feel.

“Gracie,” he said, tucking the hair behind my ear, “I don’t think you understand how much you already did for me when you came on my lips.”

I could feel my cheeks heat. “I want that for you too.”

“You sure about that? Because once you put your mouth on me, I won’t have this kind of restraint.”

I licked my lips with anticipation. “That’s what I want.”

I wanted to see him come undone.

I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.

I reached for the tie on his swim trunks and undid it.

“Lift,” I commanded, and he chuckled as he pushed up enough for me to tug down his trunks.

And holy eggplant emoji. Cutler Heart wasn’t just larger than life in personality and stature.

He had the largest penis I’d ever seen.

Obviously I hadn’t seen all that many—however, I’d read a lot of romance books, watched plenty of sexy movies, and seen my fair share of porn.

And this was—something else.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, because everything about him was spectacular.

“He obviously likes you,” he said, his voice gruff and laced with desire. “Especially when you’re staring at him like that.”

“Of course you have the most attractive penis.” I threw my hands in the air. “I mean look at it.”

“I don’t need to look. We’re very well acquainted.” He chuckled, but I could hear the strain behind it.

He was turned on. Very turned on.

I felt empowered that I was having this impact on him.