Page 110 of Before Now

He tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth, and I plant my palms on his chest. Sitting up, I grasp his thick shaft and drag his head through my wet center. He roughly grips my hips, fingers tightening as I sink down onto him. All. The. Way.

“God, Foster,” I choke out, feeling him in my stomach.

“There we go, baby.” He thrusts up and hits a spot that sends my head back.

I moan as I begin to move. Foster flexes into me, a greedy gaze on my body while I ride him. Mine traverses the contours of his torso and up his chest. His abs contract as he guides my hips.

“Fuck, you look good spread around my cock.” He watches where we’re connected. “I knew you would, butfuck.”

With his palm flat, he runs it up my stomach until he cups my breast. The bliss is ready to crest even before he pinches my nipple. Heat sparks in my core, and I arch my back, nails scraping over his pecs.

He brings his thumb to my swollen clit.

“Let me feel you strangle my cock while you come. Come, Remi.”

The pleasure coils tighter and tighter as he adds pressure, then he thrusts into me hard, and I careen over the edge.

“Yes,” I cry out. “Yes, yes.”

The word turns into an airy chant, all I have left with my mind fracturing. Foster growls as my pussy pulses around him. He grabs my ass and drags me up and down his cock, fucking me through every second. His thumb demands even more until I’m writhing and whimpering, utterly undone.

“So fucking good.”

Then Foster flips me onto my back and drives back into me. His lips bruise mine, punishing and delicious. He moves me how he wants. He pins my wrists above my head and hooks my leg with his arm. It pushes my thigh to my chest, his thrusts deep and rippling through me.

My gaze traces the hard-cut lines of him, and then his nose brushes mine, mouth not touching mine, but I feel every word nonetheless.

“You need to know, if I come inside you, I might never leave.”

“I never want you to.”

He kisses me hard, upping his pace.

His mouth presses to my neck, breath hot as his guttural groan works through my skin. The grip on my wrists tightens, and his cock pulses with his release.

Foster’s hips slow, and he sinks all the way in one more time. He stays there and grinds against my sensitive clit. My hips jerk in response, and he lowers my leg, only to grind again, causing me to shudder.

“Foster,” I sigh his name as he tortures me, tightening both legs around his waist.

“Mmm, Remi.”

I hear the smile.

After freeing my hands, he brings his head up. Our chests rise together, heart-stopping blue eyes stare down at me.

My fingers follow his sculpted jawline until he pulls them to his lips and kisses them.

“You remember all those bad ideas I used to have because of you?” He drags my knuckles back and forth.

I nod. “You had so many.”

“Yeah, well, this one is on you.”

I narrow my eyes. “What was that?”

“Fucking you without a condom.” Lowering my hand, he shifts, reminding me he’s still inside me. Still hard enough to draw a soft moan from me when he gently thrusts. “Because filling you with my cum just became an obsession.”

That should not sound as hot as it does.

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