Page 53 of A Foster Fling
Her tongue runs a direct line from my ass to my clit, and I squirm on the bed, seeking that euphoric release. No longer am I plagued with the worry of recovery. Right here, in this moment, I want the release at any cost.
And she gives it to me in an earth-shattering moment.
My throat is raw as I scream out to her, calling her Mother, and smashing her face into my pussy with the intensity of my orgasm. When her face appears above mine, I can see the evidence of my release all around her lips and chin.
This time, I feel tired, but I’m not exhausted, and I have the overwhelming urge to give Pearl exactly what it is she’s been giving me.
“Pearl,” I lean upward, bringing our mouths closer together. “I want to do this to you now.”
My whisper hits her lips, and they tip up in the corners, revealing a small dimple in her right cheek. Just when I think she’s about to kiss me, she pulls back, chuckling at what must be blatant disappointment on my face.
“I appreciate that, but you don’t possess what it is I need.”
“What?” I fall back to the bed in confusion.
“A cock, Zelinda. I need a man to reach orgasm.”
Jealousy rips through me at her words, making me gasp at the intensity of my feelings. “A man?”
“Specifically, a cock,” she corrects. “A large one.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” I roll off the bed and swallow down the sudden thickness in my throat. “Don’t touch me again.”
“Stop it, Zel,” she chastises. “You love this, just enjoy it.”
“So you can leave and find alarge cockafterward?” I snap.
“Sometimes.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal. Like she isn’t right now breaking my heart in two.
She hops off the bed with an energy she didn’t possess when she came here, and when I look closer, she seems healthier, younger even. I blink a few times and shake my head. I must be seeing things.
“Maybe I want a cock, too.” I try to make her feel something close to how I’m feeling.
“You’ll never have that,” she smirks. “You’ll only ever come on my lips and fingers, and you can’t deny how very much you love it.”
She’s smug, and the looks she’s giving me are pissing me off.
“I’ll be back in a few days, Zel,” she says in her melodic voice. “Get over whatever it is you’re feeling by then. Come lock up behind me.”
I follow her to the large iron-wrought door, almost tempted to disobey and leave it unlocked. But in the end, like the dutiful daughter I am, I obey everything she tells me.
A Month Later…
“Pearl!” I scream as her tongue pushes into my asshole and her fingers pump in and out of my pussy.
She hums, and the vibrations slip into my most forbidden area, swirling its way to the base of my stomach, setting off the energy coiled there. I come so hard that fluid courses out of me and soaks my foster mother’s face and hand.
She laps it up, soft mewls escaping her throat as she cleans me of every drop of my release. The desire to reciprocate is still there, and I find my mind wandering to thoughts of how Pearl would taste on my tongue as she came. I want to know, and the curiosity hasn’t waned these last few weeks.
Pearl stays firm. She doesn’t want my mouth on her because she’s not attracted to women. I don’t understand how that’s true, because every time she’s here, her mouth ends up on my pussy. I’ve stopped begging for it, and each time she leaves, I become angrier at the thought of her going home to a cock.
“Do you have someone who waits for you to come to them?” I sound like a petulant child.
“What do you mean?”
With a roll of my eyes, I get off the bed and let my skirt fall back into place.
“I mean the cock you go to when you leave me.” I cross my arms over my chest.