Page 109 of Before Now

Foster growls and hauls me with him away from the wall. He spins us, steering me backward to the bedroom with his hand sliding up to my throat. My legs bump into the bed.

“Fuck me,” I plead.

I push his sweats and boxer briefs down, freeing his cock.

I lick my lips, remembering how it felt thrusting between them.

It’s always looked intimidating. Except, through a screen, I could easily convince myself his size wouldn’t be a problem—just a dick.

Having him fill my throat on the bus changed the game. But I loved it. I’m more than willing to let him split me open.

Foster groans as I stroke up and down his shaft. “Tell me you have a condom.”

I shake my head. “I wasn’t going to sleep with anyone while on tour with you. And I didn’t think…”

“Me either.” He skates his lips down my neck and sucks on my collarbone, thrusting into my hand. “I can go for one, though.”

“Or not,” I say. “I’m on birth control.”

His cock jerks in my palm. “Fuck, Remi. Ask me. Ask me to fuck you bare.”

I’ve never had sex without a condom, never considered it, but with him it’s not even a question.

“I want you inside me, skin on skin.”

Barely letting me finish, he lifts me and climbs onto the bed. My back hits the mattress, legs already locking around his waist as he comes down over me.

The head of his cock pushes between my pussy lips and nudges at my soaked entrance.

We’re both panting, his denim eyes dancing over my face.

He flexes his hips, only pressing inside me enough for a taste of how his cock will break me open, then he retreats.

“Yes to everything,” he rasps, teasing with another shallow thrust that leaves me aching for all of him. “So tell me, is this dripping cunt mine, baby?”

I clasp the back of his neck, hips rising in a chase for his. “Yes. Yes, now claim it.”

A low growl rumbles from his chest, and he drives all the way in.

I cry out, stretched and filled by every inch, nothing between us. Nothing but everything. Face-to-face, flesh on flesh. Every nerve alights as my body yields to his.

Foster groans and slowly drags out before slamming back in. “Fuck.”

With a rough grasp on my thigh, he starts pumping into me, so,sodeep as he bottoms out. I’m already hooked on the sensation radiating through me each time, clawing at the rippling muscles in his back for more.

“Christ, you feel perfect wrapped around my cock. Tight and hot and taking it like such a good girl.” He scrapes his teeth over my jaw before he grasps it, his forehead pressing to mine. “You’re fucking ruinous, Rem.”

His kiss is ravenous. Teeth and tongue andhim.

He fucks me harder, his thrusts merciless while I meet every one.

It’s all-consuming, the two of us finally sating the only craving we couldn’t back then.

And it still doesn’t feel like enough.

When Foster dips down to nip my breast, he pulls out and rolls us. My knees hit the mattress on either side of his hips. One of his palms roams up my thigh while his other hand’s in my hair, our panted breaths mingling.

“I want the full view when you come on my cock. Show me. Use me.”

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