“Oh my God.”

He hums against me. “Nah, baby. I got the praying handled. I’m already on my knees, worshipping your heavenly cunt.”

My eyes roll skyward anyway as his mouth returns to my clit. He grazes it with his teeth, causing me to clench around the finger he slides into my pussy. I moan and rock my hips, but his arm bars over my pelvis to halt my movements.

I whimper, desperate to grind against his face and tugging at his hair.

“Words.” Stubble scrapes my inner thigh before he bites hard enough to sting, and I gasp. “You want something, you ask for it.”

“More,” I rush out. “I want more of your fingers fucking me.”

His lips curve up, his eyes on me. “Such a good girl.” He drives in another, pumping in and out while his tongue swipes over my clit. Then he stretches me with a third, and a broken sound tears out of me.

And all I can do is feel every lick and suck and stroke. The sensations twirl together, mixing with the sight of him watching my face from between my legs.

Foster’s rough, demanding control, but he looks at me with such reverence. In a way that’s always been right.

“You want to come?” he asks.

I nod. “God yes.”

“Ride my face and fingers.” He moves his arm, switching to his palm flexing on my thigh. “I want you running down my chin while you scream for me, Rem.”

His mouth seals over me, and my eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Foster.”

I writhe against him, not even needing to chase the pleasure. He sends it shooting through me, white, hot. My back arches off the wall as I come. But Foster’s relentless, sucking on my pulsing clit until I give him what he wants and cry out for him.

Shudders rack my body, and just as it becomes too much, he lets up.

“Holy shit.”

I fight for breath, fingers still dug into his hair while his withdraw. Foster licks through my pussy and groans and drags his tongue over me again for more.

When my leg slides off his shoulder, he kisses up my body, and then his hips pin me there.

His mouth crashes into mine. My lips eagerly part so I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan, feeling his erection pressed into me. Skimming my hands from his neck, down his chest, and over his abs, I palm him through the fabric.

Foster growls and hauls me with him away from the wall. He spins us, steering me backward to the bedroom with his hand sliding up to my throat. My legs bump into the bed.

“Fuck me,” I plead.

I push his sweats and boxer briefs down, freeing his cock.

I lick my lips, remembering how it felt thrusting between them.