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“We need this,” Bea pants, letting out a long moan when I cup one breast and roll her taut nipple between my fingers. “Oh, God.” Enjoying her moans, I do the same to her other breast, giving it equal attention. “Help me forget the past couple of days, Foster.” She reaches between us, taking my cock in her hand. Her touch causes me to hiss.

I drop to my knees, bringing myself face-level with her pussy. “I need to taste you.” I look up at her and she nods, threading her fingers through my hair. I grip her ass in my palms and pull her closer, dipping between her thighs. The taste of her pussy explodes in my mouth as I run my tongue through her slit. Her hips buck forward, and her passionate moans fuel my need to make her mine. I suck and lap at her swollen clit until her legs begin to quiver. Knowing she’s close, I stop and stand, and Bea moans in protest. I kiss her with the taste of her pussy on my lips. “As much as I love the taste of your pussy, baby, I want you to come on my dick more.” I guide us out of the shower and to the bed. Dripping wet, I lay her down and settle between her legs. I gaze down at her, my cock waiting at her entrance.

She lifts her hand to my cheek. “I’m with you, Foster. Let go.”

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BEATRIX

My skin prickles when Foster's teeth nip at my neck, causing my breath to catch. A moan escapes my lips when he grinds his hips, sinking his cock farther inside me. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he drops his arm, and his large hand grabs a handful of my flesh, lifting my ass, the movement causing the head of his cock to bump against my cervix.

"Fuck," he grunts.

"Foster," I moan, moving my legs around his waist. Though he’s as deep as he can go, it doesn’t feel as if it is enough. His body engulfs me, his cock inside me, and his lips on mine don’t feel like enough. He keeps me on edge—my release is right here—but the painfully slow rhythm of him gliding in and out of me is the sweetest torture.

Sensing I need more, Foster pulls out and flips to his back, bringing me to straddle him. "Ride me," he demands, grabbing my hips in a bruising grip.

Settling my palms against his chest, I allow him to guide the tip of his cock to my entrance and slowly lower myself. The moment I'm fully seated, my pussy spasms, and I moan at the feeling of being so full.

I watch him grit his teeth and his jaw tick. The cords of his neck strain as he gazes up at me. Finally, his hands leave my hips and his palms skim up my sides until my breasts are encased in his large, callused hands. "Ride me," he repeats.

Giving in to his demand, I begin to move. A growl rumbles in his ribcage when my fingernails dig into his chest. His hands abandon my breasts and latch onto the globes of my ass, urging me to move faster. Soon the room fills with the sounds of his heavy breathing and my moans. My gaze never leaves him, and I love how his eyes drink in every inch of me as I ride him. I watch as his eyes follow the sway of my breasts as I bounce up and down on his cock, then the fire in those grey eyes intensifies as he zeroes in between my thighs where we’re connected.

"I'm close," I breathe.

"I can feel it," Foster growls. "Be a good girl and touch your clit."

I lean back, bracing one hand on his thigh while using the other to play with my clit. In this position, I'm entirely open to him.

"That's it. Play with that pretty pussy."

His dirty words only excite me more.

"Fuck," he grunts, when my walls begin to flutter. A moment later, my orgasm crashes through me, my pussy clamps down on him like a vise, and I can feel my release soaking his cock. I scream his name."Foster!"

I barely have time to recover from my orgasm when I find myself on my back, and the air is pushed from my lungs when he begins fucking me. What started soft and sweet becomes animalistic, leaving me no choice but to hold on. He holds me tight as he groans between grunts, driving in repeatedly. I spread my legs wider, accepting all that he’s giving me. Reaching between our bodies, he tweaks my clit. I didn't think it was possible, but heat floods my core when his thumb starts stroking me. "I'm coming again," I gasp.

"Come," he orders, burying his face in the crook of my neck and grinding his cock deeper, causing white flashes of light to fill my vision as another orgasm ripples through my body simultaneously. Foster stills and fills me with his release.

The two of us lie wrapped in each other’s embrace, neither making a move to separate as we catch our breath. I welcome the heavy weight of Foster's frame like a warm blanket and run my fingers through his hair. I smile when I feel his lips brush against the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"Come shower with me." He nips my ear, making me giggle.

"Okay." I sigh at the loss when he pulls out of me, but I don't lose his heat for long before he winds his arm around my waist and tugs me out of bed with him. Not used to having my naked body on such display, I tamp down the urge to cover myself. On the other hand, he is entirely comfortable with his nakedness, as he should be. As we make our way into the bathroom, I take a moment to admire all he is: tall, with broad shoulders, lean hips, and muscular thighs. And nearly every inch of his arms and back are covered in colorful ink.

Pausing briefly at the large walk-in shower, Foster reaches into the stall and turns the water on. Not letting go of my hand, he guides us inside. He doesn’t speak as he picks up a bottle, squeezes some shampoo into his palm, then begins massaging my scalp. He washes my hair with a gentleness you wouldn't expect from a man like him. Something has changed within him since this morning. It's almost as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. I see it in his eyes. At this moment, I realize I, too, feel different.

I feel at peace for the first time in a long time.Is Foster my missing puzzle piece? Is he the one my soul has been searching for?

As this newfound clarity comes to light, I let out a shaky exhale. I don't even realize I have a death grip on Foster's biceps until he speaks.

"Are you okay?"

At the sound of his deep voice, I open my eyes and see his face marred with worry. "I feel at home here. I don't feel lost anymore." My voice shakes as I choke on my confession and lock eyes with his. “I don't want to go back to my life." Tears start pouring down my face. "I want to stay here with you." I cling to Foster as my body begins to tremble. The thought of returning to my dead, empty life fills me with unease.

Taking my face between the palms of his large hands, Foster fixes his intense eyes on me. "You feel at home because you are home and don't belong anywhere but with me."

"Are…are you saying I can stay? I can stay here with you?" I hiccup.

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