Authors: N.J. Young

One Sweet Taste (6 page)

Chapter Fifteen

“But
I want to taste you.” The plea came out on a little whine, but Linzee couldn’t
help it. She’d made a lot of treats in her life, but none were as delicious as
Foster Price, and she was anxious to greedily swallow him down.

“I’m
not ready yet, little firecracker. I want to be inside of you.”

She
bit her lip. “I don’t have any condoms, Foster. I know last time we didn’t use
one, but we need to.”

The
disappointment on his face was almost enough for her to say fuck it and let him
bury himself in her pussy. She’d never wanted a man this way.

Then
he brightened. Linzee watched as he quickly shed his clothes. “I want you to lie
on the bed.”

The
command in his voice told her not to argue. She stood up and laid down
crossways on the king-sized bed in the center of the room. When Foster
approached her, his eyes full of heat and longing, need overcame her, and she
spread her legs in invitation.

But
instead of climbing in between them, Foster went to the other side of the bed
and lay down next to her so his head was near her hips. She looked down at him
as he grinned. “Now it’s time for my treat.”

Linzee
bit back a squeal as Foster reached to grab her hips. In one swift move, his
strong hands pulled her on top of him, her knees straddling head, her pussy
just above his face, and her mouth hovering over his cock.

His
tongue trailed along the inside of her thigh, and Linzee could barely breathe.
She didn’t know how she was going to concentrate, but she was determined to give
Foster the best blowjob of his life. She opened her mouth and hungrily sucked him
in. His deep moan vibrated against the lips of her pussy, and she could feel it
to her very core.

In
this position, she could take his length so much easier. One hand tightened on
his thigh as the other came up to cup his balls, the weight of them heavy and
satisfying in her hand.

She
gasped around him as his mouth began to explore her pussy. His tongue started
out stroking slowly along her lips, spearing into her before licking up to swipe
gently over her clit.

She
was so close already, could feel her thighs quivering around his head.
Swallowing against him, Linzee felt him grow even harder as the head of his
cock broached the back of her throat.

The
lashes of his tongue against her clit were becoming more insistent.
Almost there.

Foster
settled his hands on her buttocks and squeezed, steadying her against his face
so she couldn’t move her hips. When his lips formed suction around her clit,
she thought she was going to pass out.

She
began bobbing her head faster, taking him all the way down to the root, sucking
harder. She moaned around his cock as Foster’s tongue began to flick firmly
back and forth over the very center of her clit.

At
the first pulse of his cock in her mouth, Linzee exploded against him, her head
a blur on his cock as her hand gently rolled and squeezed his balls. Her legs
shook as she cried out around him, swallowing the ribbons of come that graced
her throat.

She
continued to stroke him slowly with her hand as she pulled her mouth off of
him. Foster’s hands were still tight on her hips, holding her firmly against
his mouth as his tongue worked to wring every last whimper and shudder from her
body until she collapsed.

Her
breath was ragged as she rolled off him. Her eyes closed and she tried to catch
her breath as she felt Foster shift on the bed next to her. She opened her eyes
to see his face hovering over hers, his blue eyes smiling down at her.

“Hi,”
she said hoarsely.

“Hello,
love.” He grinned, planting a kiss on her mouth. She didn’t think there had
ever been anything as erotic as tasting herself on his lips. Her flavor
combined with his on her tongue. She was so filled with love for this man that
it almost hurt.

“If
you enjoyed this, wait until you see how I celebrate Christmas morning.” He
waggled his eyebrows, making her laugh. But her laugh turned to a squeak when
pounding started on the door.

Ethan’s
voice said, “You two had better not be doing what I think you’re doing in
there.”

Foster’s
eyes widened as Linzee clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Uh,
we’re just talking, brother,” Foster yelled toward the door.

“Fuck,”
Ethan muttered on the other side of the door. “First my fucking kitchen and now
my fucking bed. Someone needs to put those two in a cage.”

The
grumbling continued and faded as Ethan stomped back down the hall.

Linzee
erupted into a fit of giggles, causing Foster to chuckle as he pressed kisses
all over her face.

“Life
with you is going to be fun, sugar,” he said. “I love you.”

She
leaned in for one sweet kiss wondering how she’d ever gotten so lucky.

The End

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