Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Chickie, fuck!” Foster barked.
I gripped the doorknob for balance as several things hit me at once. First, the sheer comfort and familiarity of this man’s voice.
Second, the joy of causing someone mind-blowing happiness just by arriving—even if that someone was a canine.
And third, the utter relief of Foster stepping toward me, yanking me into his arms, and crushing his lips to mine in a blinding kiss.
I let out a breath of surprise through my nose and then lurched even closer to him, throwing my arms around his neck and sinking my fingers into his hair.
Thank fucking god.
This welcome was ten thousand times better than I’d expected and even more than I’d hoped. I’d worried he wanted to dial things back, put distance between us to keep us from getting too close. But this? This was the exact opposite of distance.
“Missed you,” he said, moving his lips down my jaw and sucking a spot on my neck. I closed my eyes and relished the attention, even though Chickie was doing her best to get my attention.
“You have no idea how happy I am to be back,” I confessed before dropping a kiss into his dark, wind-tossed hair.
He smelled like pine and mountain sunshine, masculine sweat, and faint hints of coffee. For some reason, the combination smelled like the best place on Earth.
“Chickie, dibs,” he growled without taking his lips off my neck. “You need to wait in the damned line.”
“I smell like ass,” I said. “Let me take a shower first.”
Foster pulled back and looked at me. His eyes were wild and weary, lips stained with abrasion from my stubble, hair even messier now from my fingers. “I like ass.”
I grinned. “Good to know. But I still need a shower.”
“If you think I’m letting you out of my sight before morning, Dr. Marian, you’re very much mistaken.”
Within moments, I was naked and pressed up against the shower wall with a mountain of hard muscles against my back and his lips back on my neck. Foster’s hand pulled lazily on my wet cock with a soapy slickness that was more promise than satisfaction.
“Not enough,” I begged, reaching my hand down to clasp his. “Just do it already.”
He batted my hand away before grabbing it and placing it back on the wall. “Hold still.”
I leaned my ass back into his own hard cock, feeling the slight brush of his pubic hair against the tender skin of my ass. The idea of him back there, cock pressing against my ass, made my stomach flip. Nerves or excitement? Hard to tell, but at this point, I was turned on enough to try anything with Foster, as long as it would get me off.
“Touch me,” I begged, pressing back into him again before trying to thrust into his fist.
“Can’t decide if you want my hand or my dick, Dr. Marian,” he teased. The brush of his lips behind my ear prickled my skin and set all the tiny hairs on my arm standing at attention.
“Whatever it takes,” I said on a gasp as he moved his free hand to my ass and brushed a finger between my cheeks.
His low grunt, half acknowledgment and half pleasure, went straight to my cock just before his finger skimmed the rim of my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed. “Please.”
Foster released my dick, pressed a large hand between my shoulders to bend me forward, and dropped to the floor of the tiny shower. Before I knew what he was doing, a warm, wet tongue began teasing my rim. I sucked in a breath and nearly choked on shower water.
I’d never felt anything like it. The intimacy, the vulnerability, the sheer pleasure of knowing this big, commanding man was on his knees for me, serving at the feet of my pleasure.
My face pressed against the molded plastic wall as I whimpered and begged, needing more, wanting him to stay there like that for hours, just so I could know what it was like to feel this new sensation.
His hands held my ass cheeks as his mouth devoured my ass. Once my sluggish brain finally got its shit together, I reached down to stroke my cock. It didn’t take long before I cried out my release, the broken sound deafening in the tiny space.
My knees were jelly as Foster stood and wrapped an arm around my front, pulling me back into his chest and pressing a musky kiss to my cheek. “You like that?” he asked on a low laugh.
“Fuck.”
His hard dick rocked gently against my ass cheek. I reached back to stroke it before suddenly wanting to make him feel even a fraction of how good he’d made me feel.
I turned in his arms and sank to my knees, surprising him.
Up till now, we’d mostly jerked each other or frotted until we came, like a pair of teenagers. The time we’d had together had come in snatched moments after a long, exhausting day when neither of us wanted to take the time to do more than share a quick release. I was also pretty sure Foster had been holding back, like he was worried about overwhelming me.