Page 61 of Fighting for Foster


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"First rule of fight club is never talk about fight club." Donnie's a dick for telling her. I'll deal with him later. If he wasn't her brother, he'd be black and blue by tonight.

She bumps me with her shoulder as she squints into the sun. "I'm not mad it happened. I just wanted to be there to see it."

Ahh. A surge of pride makes me smile. "From now on, you come to all my fights. You're in my corner." I wrap my hand behind her neck and pull her in for a PB&J kiss.

She stiffens at first, but I refuse to lighten my grip. She's kissing me wherever we go. If we're on the beach, at a fight, in a restaurant, at the gelato shop, anywhere we go from now on, my lips will be locked on hers and I want everyone to see it.

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When we get back to my place, I pull her inside my room and kiss her next to the door, too impatient to carry her over to the bed. She smells like sun and sand and salt water.

I lift her sundress over her head and toss it on the floor. She tugs at my shirt and pulls it off.

"God, Mila. You smell good. You feel good." I kiss her again and she's just as hungry for me, her tongue reaching and searching for urgent contact.

"Mmm." Her fingers work my swim trunks open as we kiss and my hard cock springs free. She grabs it in her palm, and we both groan into the kiss. She drops to her knees and wraps her hot lips around my dick.

I have to moan at the slick heat and the teasing flick of her tongue. "God, woman." She palms my ass and pushes me deeper into her mouth till I hit the back of her throat. This woman was made for me.

My hands twine in her hair and I throw my head back and savor the feel of her mouth on me. She's heaven. Everything about her is pure heaven, but I don't want to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her.

I pull her up and kiss her again. I want to kiss every inch of her. I spin us and press my full weight into her, smashing her against the wall. We work together to get her bathing suit off, giggling when it gets stuck in her hair. She lifts her knee and wraps it around my hip. I step out of my shorts and grind into her. She bucks back and I can't wait. I can't wait any longer to have her. "Right here. Right now."

"Yes."

That's all I need to hear and I'm positioning my dick between her sweet folds and working my tip inside, not the wholething. I'm on the precipice of heaven and I want to watch her face as I jump over the edge with her.

I push into her slowly and her tight wet heat sucks me in. Her mouth opens and her eyelids fall as she gasps when I'm fully planted inside her. "Sexy as hell, Mila. Never seen or felt anything like it before."

"Me too. So good."

I pump slowly out and her hips jut out, trying to coerce me back in. No problem. I'm done with slow and start thrusting roughly up into her. She grunts with the force of it. "You got it, babe? You can take it all."

"Foster…"

I know what she wants. She needs me to get her there fast. I pull both her knees up around my waist and prop her against the wall. That gives us the right angle. Her breasts are pressed up against my chest and we both grunt with each thrust. I want it to last forever, but when she stiffens, moans and pulses around me, I can't hold back. I'm pistoning into her and giving it all to her. My vision clouds and my dick throbs inside of her, blowing out a load so big, so huge, it's everything. We fall into a hot wet kiss, and my thrusts drag both our orgasms out. Her mouth is still hungry like she could go again. I set her feet down on the floor and pull out. My come runs down her leg and it's hot as hell. I love seeing that.

I kiss her neck and chin. "Mila. My love. Ti amo molto." I don't speak Italian, but I looked it up for her. I wanted to say it to her in a special, familiar way.

Her eyes open and she smiles a sated grin. "Anch'io ti amo. I love you too."

I lift her up and carry her to the bed. I fall on top of her and realize we did something stupid. "Are you on the pill?"

She laughs. "Yes, but you're a little late asking."

"Shit."

"It's okay." Her fingers comb the hair over my ear.

"If you got pregnant, I'd be fine with it."

She gasps and blinks, her fingernails pressing into the skin of my neck. "Foster…" She says my name with a warning tone.

"What? It's true. We'd make beautiful kids together. Never said that to another woman." Shit. I'm surprised I said it myself.

She blushes and looks down.

But saying it makes me realize it's time to say a lot of other things. I roll off her, but keep my hand on her tummy.

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