Page 108 of Before Now

“That’s a dangerous game, baby.” He skims his lips over my skin until they ghost mine, palms sliding to my waist. His pupils have blown wide, the sea of black inside the blue. “I just might ask for everything.”

I think the answer would be yes anyway.

My breaths shallow as he walks me backward through the room until the cool wall beside the glass balcony door presses to my bare back. He squeezes my ass as he grinds into me, then he’s kissing over my jaw and working his way down.

When he trails across my breasts and sucks my nipple between his lips, a whimper escapes me. He switches to the other, using his teeth, while pushing my sweatpants off my hips. He lowers with them to his knees, and his hands already glide up the fronts of my thighs to my panties. Eyes on me, he drags the flat of his tongue over the fabric. Slow and hot.

Cursing, I thread my fingers through his hair. The tips on the other squeak over the glass beside me as his hot breath continues to tease through the material. His thumbs slip under the edge, and he guides them down my legs.

I barely step out of them before his arm hooks under my thigh, draping it over his shoulder.

“Fucking finally.”

He licks through my wet pussy to my clit and latches on. He sucks hard, causing me to moan. I drop my head against the wall, both hands tight in his hair.

“Foster,” I breathe out.

He groans and shifts me higher. It pushes me onto my toes, spreading me wider for him. He rolls his thumb over my clit as he thrusts his tongue inside me.

“Oh my God.”

He hums against me. “Nah, baby. I got the praying handled. I’m already on my knees, worshipping your heavenly cunt.”

My eyes roll skyward anyway as his mouth returns to my clit. He grazes it with his teeth, causing me to clench around the finger he slides into my pussy. I moan and rock my hips, but his arm bars over my pelvis to halt my movements.

I whimper, desperate to grind against his face and tugging at his hair.

“Words.” Stubble scrapes my inner thigh before he bites hard enough to sting, and I gasp. “You want something, you ask for it.”

“More,” I rush out. “I want more of your fingers fucking me.”

His lips curve up, his eyes on me. “Such a good girl.” He drives in another, pumping in and out while his tongue swipes over my clit. Then he stretches me with a third, and a broken sound tears out of me.

And all I can do is feel every lick and suck and stroke. The sensations twirl together, mixing with the sight of him watching my face from between my legs.

Foster’s rough, demanding control, but he looks at me with such reverence. In a way that’s always been right.

“You want to come?” he asks.

I nod. “God yes.”

“Ride my face and fingers.” He moves his arm, switching to his palm flexing on my thigh. “I want you running down my chin while you scream for me, Rem.”

His mouth seals over me, and my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Foster.”

I writhe against him, not even needing to chase the pleasure. He sends it shooting through me, white, hot. My back arches off the wall as I come. But Foster’s relentless, sucking on my pulsing clit until I give him what he wants and cry out for him.

Shudders rack my body, and just as it becomes too much, he lets up.

“Holy shit.”

I fight for breath, fingers still dug into his hair while his withdraw. Foster licks through my pussy and groans and drags his tongue over me again for more.

When my leg slides off his shoulder, he kisses up my body, and then his hips pin me there.

His mouth crashes into mine. My lips eagerly part so I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan, feeling his erection pressed into me. Skimming my hands from his neck, down his chest, and over his abs, I palm him through the fabric.

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