He groans and sinks his hand into his open jeans, gripping his dick over his boxer briefs. “Lose the fucking panties,” he demands. “You’re going to spread your sweet thighs for me in front of the mirror.”

I draw the fabric down on one side before moving to the other. Foster nearly growls at the first glimpse of skin beneath, and then my panties are on the floor, and he’s pushing his jeans down.

Snatching the last pillow off my bed, I drop it on the floor. Nerves free-for-all inside me, but I ease myself down, eyes set on the erection straining beneath his boxers. I already feel wetness on my thighs as I fold my legs in front of me. And I earn another head shake from Foster.

“Let me see.”

Leaning against the side of my bed, I draw my knees up, centered in the mirror. Then I slowly part my thighs, skimming a hand up the inside of one as I go, every breath infused with anticipation.

“Fuck.” Foster keeps his eyes trained on the phone. “Just like that, Remi.”

My mouth dries even more when he shoves down his briefs, clit throbbing at the sight of his bare cock. He kicks them away with his jeans and palms his thick shaft.

I reach the top of my thigh, legs open and reflection showing him everything between them.

“The immoral things I’d do to touch you right now. To feel how wet you are and spread that tight pussy around my cock.” Foster gives himself a hard stroke, and I shiver, fingertips creeping inward. His lids droop, hand gliding up and down. “Touch yourself before I lose my mind.”

I drag my fingers through my slick core, all the way up to my clit. The contact alone makes me whimper, but knowing he’s chasing the movement with his starving gaze has me dizzy.

“Fuck, Foster,” I breathe, not even sure he hears but needing to say his name as I rub my clit. I’m a little rougher than I would be on my own—how I think he’d touch me. How I want him to be with me.

“Christ, you might be the ultimate beautiful thing.” He licks his bottom lip, muscles flexing while he strokes himself. “Look at you, soaked and on display, desperate to be fucked.”

I moan, my head falling back and eyes clamping shut.

“Eyes on me,” he commands, and mine flutter open, connecting with the screen. “Keep them right fucking here. They’re mine. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck yourself for me, baby. Hard and deep like I’d fuck you right now.”

I swear, the voice and words are enough. The visual of him fucking his hand almost makes it too much.

My fingers drift lower, to my dripping entrance. I push two inside, and I immediately clench around them when Foster groans, the sound pure lust.