Page 116 of A Pizza My Heart

I laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

“But you love me.”

He pauses.

Just for a moment.

I hear the hitch in his breath.

The waiting.

The wanting.

“Foster?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Fuuuuuuuuck.”

I drop to my knees, taking that as a yes.

He rests his head against the wire rack, our eyes locking as I work the button and zipper of his jeans. I push the rough material down his legs just enough to give me access then finger the band of his underwear.

“Undies—boring. Cockblockers.”

Lightly tracing two fingers across my jaw, he chuckles. “Suck me or let me fuck you, Wren. Your choice, but make it quick before I do.”

I pull the barrier between us down, freeing his hard cock. My core tightens when I see how swollen and achy he is.

He wants this.Bad.

I wrap my fist around the base of his length and drag my tongue along the underside, making sure to pay extra attention to the sensitive spot under the head.

He mutters something I can’t quite make out and I grin, loving the sounds he’s making from such a simple touch.

His eyes are squeezed tightly together, lips tucked safely between his teeth.

I watch him as I work him into my mouth, surprised when his eyes pop open and he watches me take in as much as I can.

“Fucking heaven…” he whispers, fingers tracing along my jaw again. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.”

He works his hand through my hair, grabbing my head and guiding me over his cock, pushing me farther down his length with each pass.

“You can take me, Wren. Just relax.”

I do, forcing the air through my nose and opening my throat.

I swallow around the head of his dick and feel him brace himself against the rack.

“Do that again and I’ll shoot right down your throat.”

So I do.

And he does.

Wave after wave of pleasure jerks through him, the shelf behind us shaking with his harsh movements.

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