Page 15 of Fall onto me
“Skyler, if I wouldn’t go to prison, I would tie you to this bed and keep you here.” He trails his fingers over my ass, grabbing and sliding his hand to cover my slit.
I perk my ass up, knowing that I’m comfortable with him but this is a whole new level of play for us. I love it. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Oh, you would,” he teases me, moving his hand away to focus on my lower back. His sultry voice blankets me. “There wouldn’t be a hole left on your body that I wouldn’t stick my cock into. You wouldn’t be able to handle the things I would do.” I shudder from it all.
He rubs the oil all over me, working his inked hands into every inch of my skin. I moan in pleasure, not just when he teasingly swipes his finger along my clit, but also when he rolls his hands along my shoulders and legs.
“How do you do it?” I ask.
He stops for a moment. “Do what?”
“Use the oil on yourself?” I turn my body to face him, and the moonlight brings a sliver of shine to illuminate his body. Fully naked and rock hard, on his knees beside me. He looks delectable, and I feel if we don’t intertwine that I possibly might die.
He tilts his head. “Well, when I’m thinking of you, but you’re gone, I just take a little.” He squeezes it onto his hands, I admire the veins and length of his fingers. “Then I stroke myself and imagine it’s your cunt wrapped around me.” His eyes grow darker, more feral with every stroke.
Admiring the way the muscles in his arm bulge, I take my fingers down my stomach. He watches with heated curiosity as I take two fingers and gently rub my clit.
I motion for him to come to me, but he hesitates. “Foster, it’s been one fight, two hours, and twelve nuggets since my last drink. We don’t have to fuck, but you can fuck my face.”
I would never say that if I was sober, so maybe he’s onto something, but I feel fully coherent. Plus, this is the love of my life, the man I trust most. He wouldn’t do a single thing to harm me. He knows it, I know it, and finally he brings his cock to me. He’s on his knees, in a position where he’ll have to do most of the work, and I can tell it makes him excited.
He slides himself into my mouth. “So fucking warm,” he mutters before slowly pulling in and out of my lips. I grip his hip and pull him in, taking nearly every inch. He’s fully in, and his hand slides over to feel the bulge he’s creating in my throat.
The taste of the lube is strawberry, and I wonder if this was his plan when he bought it. It’s so sweet and delicious that I feel like I’m doing better than I ever have at sucking him off. He moans, his body growing loose and wild with every thrust. “Fuck, baby. When you drink, you can deep throat.”
“Mhmm,” I hum with him in my mouth.
Then his hands trap my hair, and he brings me down for one more thrust before unloading in my mouth.
He pulls out one last time before his final thrust. “Be a good girl and swallow this, okay?”
I nod, taking him in fully in. His cum hits the back of my throat before it drips down. I lean forward, and this must be a good position for him because he’s never looked at me with such lust before.
He collapses onto the bed beside me, and I lift up to lick him clean. “What are you doing?” His breath is short and wild.
“Getting you clean so we can snuggle.”
He traps his arms around me. “You’re the love of my fucking life,” he tells me.
“Because I give good head now?”
“You learned from the best.” He’s arrogant because he’s the only man I’ve ever been with. But I like that; it’s not like some stories you hear of women being virgins until marriage and they’re trapped with the same boring sex for the rest of their lives.
Foster knows everything there is to know about sex, and it makes me jealous, but if I put it in the back of my mind that he knows because of experience, then it makes me feel better. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I make him feel things no one else ever has.
“I’m so excited for the race tomorrow.” I breathe against his chest.
His fingers lazily trail up and down my arm, and it takes him a moment to respond. “It will be … interesting.”
“Foster?” I nudge him.
“Yeah, Shadow?”
“You’re the love of my fucking life too.”
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FOSTER POV