Page 8 of One Sweet Taste (Love with a Price)

“Linzee, stop talking, or I’m going to take a page out of Luke’s book and spank your pretty ass. I can see now why he talks about punishment.”

Her eyes widened dramatically, but she remained silent. Punishment?

“Good. Now I have your attention. Linz, I don’t want small, pointy breasts. I don’t want a girl who tries to stay skinnier than I was when I was twelve. I want a woman. I love your curves.” His hands cupped her bottom. “I love your gorgeous ass, and I can’t tell you how many times over the last couple of days I’ve thought about sinking my cock into it. Have you ever had a cock in your ass, sugar?”

“I—a—you mean … back there?”

His face lit with that damn grin, and he chuckled as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass. “Yes, sweetheart, back there.”

She shook her head. Her ex had asked her once to try it, but she thought it just sounded like it would be painful. So why, when Foster mentioned it, did it sound so damned erotic?

“Well, that’s not something we’re going to worry about tonight. But soon, Linz. Very soon.” He leaned down to kiss her again, and began sliding her bra down her arms. She’d been so caught up in him, that she hadn’t even noticed he’d unhooked it.

After her bra fell to the floor, his hands slid up to cup her breasts, and she felt her breath catch as his rough thumbs stroked over her nipples. He stood back to look at her, holding both breasts in his hands, watching as her nipples hardened beneath his touch.

She had to bite her lip to hold back the moan that bubbled up as her nipples hardened to the point of pain. She looked at Foster’s darkened eyes and saw herself the way he saw her. Beautiful.

“Fuck, you’re incredible. I need my mouth on you.” When he leaned in to capture a nipple in his mouth, Linzee thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Her hips mindlessly bucked against his as she held his head to her breast, clenching a fistful of that raven-black hair. With every strong suck, every scrape of his stubble along her sensitive skin, a jolt of lightning went from her nipple straight to her pussy, making her writhe on the counter.

“I need you,” she whined. “Please, I can’t wait anymore, Foster.”

“Me either.” In one quick move, he picked her up and stood her on her feet. She reached to unfasten her jeans, and realized they were already undone. Damn, he was good. Foster’s hands were at her waist, sliding her jeans and panties down past her hips until they were at her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and then stepped out of her jeans to stand naked in front of him. She fought the instinct to cover herself. She wanted him to see her, wanted to please him with her body. And she was pretty damn sure she didn’t want to be punished, whatever that meant.

“Look at me, Linzee.”

When she met his eager gaze, she was filled with confidence.

His eyes were hungry as they swept appreciatively over her body. Foster whipped his sweatshirt off and quickly unbuttoned his jeans. When he slid them off, Linzee gasped at the sight of him. His cock pointed straight upward and nearly reached his navel. And the thickness … good lord. She’d had a child and yet wondered how that thing was going to fit inside of her.

He stood as her eyes traveled over him, not moving except to reach up and slowly stroke his cock from the base to the plum-shaped head. A drop of fluid already adorned the slit, and her mouth watered at the sight. When she licked her lips, Foster groaned, finally taking a step toward her.

“The sight of that mouth is going to fucking kill me, Linzee.” He reached down and lifted her, setting her back up on the counter. This time when he moved in between her legs, nothing separated them.

Chapter Eight

Foster was trying so hard to go slow, but Linzee made it impossible. Everything about her was perfect. He took her mouth, and when he thrust his tongue forward, she moved her hips against him, and his cock slid along the wet seam of her pussy.

“Now, Foster,” she begged. “Please. Now.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He reached down to line himself up with her opening, and her heat nearly overwhelmed him. Linzee cried out, her grip on his shoulders tightening as he thrust forward and completely buried himself in her warmth.

He had to stop for a moment and take a few deep breaths to make sure he didn’t go off. He was already so close, but he paused to let her adjust to his size. He wanted this to be good for her. Hell, he wanted to feel her come around his cock. And holy hell, she was tight. He hadn’t expected her to be this fucking tight.

She was on the edge of the counter, so her movements were limited, but she wrapped her legs around him as he began to thrust, trying to set a slow rhythm. With each deep stroke, she let out a little whimper, her hands roaming along his back, their movement growing more frantic with every thrust. The feel of her heels pressing into his lower back made him tremble with the need to throw caution to the wind and pound into her.

Foster sped up, needing her to come so he could let go. He slid his hand in between them and his thumb found the hard nub of her clit. Her eyes widened for an instant, and he sped up his thrusts, pumping into her as his thumb pressed down firmly.

“Foster!” she cried as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her body went rigid and then she shattered. Her arms clenched tight around his neck, and she buried her face in his shoulder as her body shook and shuddered in his arms.

He held her tightly, nestling his face in her hair as he gave one final thrust. Her spasming pussy milked every last drop of his come.

Foster held her tightly to him, enjoying the final quivers of her body. Vaguely, he was aware he hadn’t worn a condom. Part of his mind knew he should be kicking himself, but his body was reveling in the best sexual experience of his life. He’d never felt like this before. Not ever.

He was so caught up in Linzee that he didn’t hear the door, didn’t hear anyone enter. He just heard Ethan’s angry voice. “Seriously? In my fucking kitchen?!”

Linzee stiffened, shoving him away from her, and Foster backed up to see Ethan and Tori standing in the doorway. Tori’s eyes went wide before she yanked at Ethan’s arm. “Outside. Babe, we need to wait outside,” she said.

But Ethan wasn’t listening. Linzee was frantically searching for her clothes, yanking them back on as Ethan yelled. “Foster, I’m going to fucking kill you. I fucking told you not to fuck my fucking chef. And not only do younotlisten to me, but you fucked her in my fucking kitchen!”

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