15. Sutton #2
“Truthfully? It seems so minor compared to everything else. I told my dad that I would never settle down just because of business. But since our situation suddenly screams that I’m not a bachelor, then it could raise some brows in the family.”
That’s true, he isn’t a bachelor anymore. “Tell me there isn’t some clause that there has to be an heir or something like that?” I joke.
He holds his grin, but it’s strained. “If there was, would it be a dealbreaker?” He nervously laughs it off.
Thinking about it, what can I do? He isn’t the one who wrote the will.
“You can’t change her will. There is nothing we could do about that.
I wouldn’t be thrilled that this child would play a role in the family business and hope it isn’t expected that they inherit the business, either.
They should follow their own path of joy. ”
“I think finding my own path is probably why my mom felt she should guide me on life paths or something.”
True. Foster does things his way. That’s why he is crunching numbers in logistics and not selling million-dollar buildings.
I shrug. “I’m not sure what to say.”
He glances down at our hands. “I just wanted to tell you.”
He leans in, his hand links behind my neck to pull me to him, our foreheads touching. “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he vows.
And I believe him.
Inhaling his scent, his breath so near, and the warmth of him close, I whisper the truth. “I trust you.”
Our lips find one another in a deep and long kiss. Sliding off the bed, I keep our lips cemented as I move in an attempt to sit on his lap. But he unglues us, gripping my hips to stay in place, standing before him with my stomach in his direct sightline. He splays his hands up on my belly.
“More beautiful by the day,” his voice grates.
Blushing, I try to look away.
“Come here,” he requests softly as his hands begin to guide me to turn around, then he pulls my hips to encourage me to sit on top of him, my back flush to his body. “Look.” He drags his tongue along the outline of my ear.
My eyes cannot help but drift ahead, and I see us in the reflection of the long mirror. He wants me to watch him torture me, and my pussy begins to throb, especially when I feel his hands quickly reach between us to untie the towel before unclasping my bra.
I pull the straps down and toss my bra to the side, where it lands on the floor.
Right away, I notice how my breasts have changed.
Heavier, my nipples darker, and even the air against them is taunting my sensitivity alive.
Bringing my hand up, I cup one and flick my thumb across the nipple.
My eyelids grow heavy, and I feel Foster hard as a rock, poking my lower back.
“Open your legs wide,” he demands, his voice thick, and his mouth scrapes against my neck.
Listening, I spread my legs, my tippy toes still on the ground. Without warning, he sneaks his fingers under the fabric of my panties to stroke my clit, causing me to inhale a sharp breath.
His pace is not too slow nor too fast. Still, it’s bringing agony as my pussy craves more.
“You see in the mirror?” His fingers continue to play me like a violin as his other hand gives my other breast attention, cupping the weight in his palm. “How we touch you? With my ring on your finger? Completely mine.”
“Mmhmm.” I’m fighting a shameless moan as I’m already getting closer to the edge.
He twists my nipple between the pads of his thumb and finger, and my thighs widen even more, causing my pussy to spread and more on offer to Foster.
“I have plans for you, Sutton.” His hand travels up to the base of my throat, wrapping around gently but possessively. “As our baby grows, I’ll fuck you in every position they say will make you feel good. You want that?”
“Fuck, yes.” I’m struggling to breathe normally.
He yanks on my panties, and I remain in place but move my legs to help him drag them off before returning into position. “Your pussy is nice and pink, soaking. Needs my cock, too.”
I nod, my chest visibly moving as I begin to shake with an orgasm as my body releases, his hands not leaving me; instead, his finger remains swirling around my clit. I’m weak-limbed when I succumb, and it wears off, but he has no intention of stopping.
“Sit on top of me, keep looking forward but wrap that pussy around my cock.”
“I want your cock,” I moan out.
Shifting slightly, he helps guide his shaft to piston up inside of me. Taking a moment, I feel how he fills me up.
“Foster, you make me feel so full,” I almost whine.
“Move.” His reply is direct, lacks softness, but is so damn irresistible.
His hands help stabilize me by holding my hips as I lift up slightly before plunging back down. Circle around him as I squeeze him. I get more comfortable, then grind up and down. My breasts bounce slightly.
It’s overwhelming when I see us together in the mirror. Both forward-facing, with my thighs parted and his cock inside me. My entire body is on display. He guides my body to thrust up and keeps me rooted.
Our bodies rub against each other, and my skin overheats with his, almost sizzling. With every movement, our pace intensifies. My moans mix with his grunts.
I’m not physically dizzy, but mentally I’m spiraling. Even with me on top of him, the power still feels like it’s his, and I want it that way. I’m not someone who dominates; I want to be dominated. To listen to him, especially as he has proven time and time again that he only wants to please me.
I claw my nails into his thighs as our thrusts are strong and determined, both eager for an orgasm.
Our eyes latch together via the mirror, and I see it as clear as day.
We’re both content.
It isn’t lust.
We’re lost.
In each other.
The power of that message causes me to glance over my shoulder to his lips that welcome me for a kiss. A new feeling sparks inside of me. It’s for him.
When we chase one another’s orgasm until the end, we sit there, both with weak limbs hanging off each other, our breath needing to calm down.
“Well… that was something.”
Mind-blowing.
Foster chuckles sinfully under his breath. “It’s just the beginning, Sutton,” he murmurs. Underlying, the meaning is clear. It isn’t just physical conquests in my future.
It’s a hell of a lot more.