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Driving her crazy with every stroke of my cock.

I can’t hold back, or contain myself as I hold her still and rock my hips against her, grinding my erection into her clit.

She breaks away from me long enough to toss her head back and moan. It’s low, throaty, and sexy as fuck.

Correction. Iamgoing to embarrass myself in a matter of seconds.

Holding back a moan of my own, I move a hand up her back, my fingers dancing along her spine. I trace her jaw, her throat, and then wrap her hair around my fist and tug. Her head falls back on a whimper, and I brush my lips across hers, a whisper of a touch that has my brain and my dick chanting for more.

“You need to be quiet, Princess.”

Her eyelids flutter shut, and she nods. “I’ll try.”

I lean forward, pressing light kisses to her throat, working my way down from her chin to the curve of her shoulder. “You need to do more than try. I’d hate for you to wake up the whole building with your screams.”

She shivers against me, her hands back in my hair, her nails dragging across my scalp, and it’s a struggle to keep quiet. If we were alone, I wouldn’t stop until I was balls deep and she was screaming my name. But we aren’t, and this—tonight—isn’t about me.

It’s about making Avery feel good, making her forget the trauma of her past, the uncertainty of her future, and just fucking enjoying herself. I have a feeling it’s been a long time since someone was there for her like this, and I’ll be damned if I ruin it for my own satisfaction.

No matter how much my dick will hate me when we get home and it only has my fist to bury into.

I kiss my way back up her neck, and as soon as I kiss a spot behind her ear, Avery’s fingers tighten in my hair and her whole body tenses. So I do it again. This time, she growls low in her throat, her hips buck, and she works herself back and forth on the ridge of my cock.

I don’t stop. I keep toying with that spot—alternating between a brush of my lips, a lick of my tongue, biting, suckling—while increasing my hold on her hair and tilting her head to the side to give myself better access.

She’s panting, her quiet whimpers music to my ears. She lets go of my hair and her hands travel down to my shoulders, digging those nails of hers into my back as she continues grinding down on me.

“Foster,” she sighs, arching her back and teasing me with those glorious breasts of hers. “Foster, please.”

“Please, what?” I whisper harshly in her ear, running my free hand slowly up her thigh. “What do you need from me, Avery?”

“You.”

“You have me. What do you need me to do?”

She sighs again, picking up her rhythm, thrusting her hips faster and harder, but I grip her waist, halting her movements.

I lick that spot behind her ear before burying my nose in her hair and inhaling her strawberry scent. “Use your words, Avery. Tell me what you need.”

“I… I need to come.” Her voice is light, airy, and there’s enough hesitation to let me know being vocal about her pleasure isn’t something she’s used to. And now I need it. I need to hear every single filthy thought in her head.

“Yeah? How do you want to come, Avery? Do you want to get yourself off on my cock?”

She shakes her head, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “I want you to put your hand down my pants.” She takes a deep breath, and then another. “I want your fingers inside me while you rub my clit.”

“Good girl,” I praise as I brush my lips across hers before leaning back against the couch and resting my arms along the back. “Now take off your clothes.”

Avery freezes and then her hands slide down my chest to rest on her thighs. Her eyes get a distant look to them, and I know she’s warring with herself.

She wants to hide from me. I’m not having any of it.

She’s fucking perfect, and if I have to show her just how beautiful she is with orgasm after orgasm, that’s what I’ll do.

“If you don’t take those off, I’ll rip them from your body.”

“I have stretch marks,” She whispers, her hand skimming across her belly, and when she meets my gaze, there’s a vulnerability there. “I’m not skinny either.”

I grab her hand and push it against my cock, letting her feel how hard she makes me. “You’re bloody flawless. See how hard you make me? How much I want you? You’re perfect, every single inch of you. Now, let. Me. See.”

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