Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
His cock throbs against my center and with a deep moan, I arch my back. Foster’s lips find one of my sensitive nipples and he sucks with a powerful force, releasing with a soft pop that makes me gasp.
“God, that feels good,” I whimper, my hips undulating with need.
“Everything about you feels amazing,” Foster whispers huskily, his breath hot against my skin. “Especially when we’re pressed together like this.”
My hips tilt, circle, and the friction against his dick makes him groan. I love eliciting that from him and I do it again. With a growl, his lips crash into mine, our tongues battling. So damn good I could kiss him forever but then his mouth is gone, and he starts to move down my body. He trails his lips over the curve of my collarbone, my breast, flicking a nipple with his tongue. I arch my back again, purring my contentment as my hands grip his hair.
When he reaches my belly, his intent known, I spread my legs wider.
“Yes,” he groans at my bold move.
With the first swipe of his tongue over my clit, I cry out from the enormity of pleasure sweeping through me. His hands grip my thighs hard and when I buck once, nearly dislodging his mouth, he presses one hand on my lower belly to hold me down.
The act of doing that… of taking control away causes something inside to break free. My orgasm crashes through me so violently, tears leak from my eyes. My heels dig into the mattress, my ass lifts and my legs slam inward against Foster’s head.
He laughs against my wet flesh, gently tonguing me down from my release. I have to force my hands to unclench their grip on his hair and when I look down my body, I find him staring up at me in triumph.
He should look pleased.
That felt better than I had any right to expect and happened faster than any man has ever made me come. “You’re an oral god,” I murmur. He grins and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. “Now I need you inside me.”
Foster needs no further invitation because he surges up my body, grabbing the condom along the way. I just lie there, enjoying the view as he goes to his knees to sheath his cock. His body is so beautiful, but I only get a cursory glance because I’m mesmerized as his strong, capable hands roll the rubber down his shaft.
When it’s on, he stares at me. First my face, then a long, slow perusal of my body before him, legs still spread wide.
Foster places his palms on my thighs, only to glide them gently over my skin. Down toward my hips, then back up again to hook behind my knees.
Guiding my legs around his waist, he lowers onto me, positioning himself at my entrance. His mouth presses on mine and the sensation of him kissing me while he works himself in makes my head swim from pleasure overload.
Fingers digging into his shoulders, I tighten my legs around his waist and Foster slides all the way in with a satisfied groan.
“Fucking tight,” he mutters against my lips. “Absolutely perfect.”
Yes… feels perfect.
More than.
I swivel my hips, a silent request for him to move. Foster lifts his head, smiling down at me. “Greedy?”
Biting my lower lip, I nod.
He pulls out, plunges back in with enough force, my body rocks. An unladylike grunt pops out and he stares at me expectantly. “Good?”
I nod again. “Just like that.”
Foster starts a rhythmic thrusting into my body but I’m not a passive participant. I writhe against him, my hands on his ass encouraging him to go harder, deeper, faster. Our breathing falls in sync, both of us panting with stolen kisses in between filthy words.
Slipping his hand in between our bodies, his fingers massage my clit and I didn’t think it was possible, but I soar higher. Another orgasm immediately rages. “I’m going to come again,” I gasp, stunned by how quickly my body has recharged. It’s never been like this, but then again… I’ve never been this moved, this turned on, this into a guy before.
“Going to fall with you,” he murmurs, picking up the already impossibly fast pace he’s set. My body rocks as he slams into me, over and over again, and I start to disconnect. That weird moment where I can’t focus on a coherent thought, things turn slightly numb and my vision goes hazy.
“F-u-u-c-k,” Foster groans as he plants deep and shudders. That snaps me past the divide between pleasure and ecstasy and my entire body explodes.
I buck from the force of my release, even as Foster drops his weight on me. His arms wrap tightly around my back and I can feel his entire body shaking as his hips jerk.