Chapter 16 Kingsley
Kingsley
Icould not believe she was finally letting me suck her toes, and I lowered myself onto my belly so I could get closer, my cock already burrowing into the bedsheets.
Rosalie had a glass of wine in her hand and she raised an eyebrow skeptically at me.
“You have approximately twelve and a half seconds to impress me. If I don’t bother to put this wine glass down, you can kiss your chances goodbye of seeing my feet ever again.”
“Fine, fine.”
Cold sweat was starting to break out on my neck as I took her ankles in my palm, and she stretched her legs, pulling her feet out from under her bathrobe so they were right in front of me.
Adorable little toes, perfect pink polish. My mouth was watering as I bent closer, the bed creaking under me. The way they wiggled, how they were so tiny and perfectly shaped, my god.
Her skin was silky-smooth and I felt my senses ignite as my tongue hit her toe.
Fuck, it was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.
These were the kind of toes men went into battle for.
If I wasn’t already sure I was in love with Rosalie, her toes would have sealed the deal.
My cock twitched painfully, the rock-hard length tenting my sweatpants as my mouth closed around her delicate big toe.
The sensation was indescribable, tasting like fresh, sensual skin, and I took the other toes eagerly in my mouth, sucking eagerly, way too eagerly, like some kind of freshman virgin, as drool dripped down my chin.
Having each one in my mouth felt so right. I was so weak for this woman.
I took a deep, gasping breath, almost crushing her foot in my grip.
“I love you.”
It felt like a raw and vulnerable moment.
Never in my life had I ever told a woman beside my long-gone granny that I loved her.
But I did. I loved Rosalie, and I probably always had.
That first time I had seen her, back in college, she had stayed behind after my performance.
“Brother, those lyrics,” she said, shaking her head.
She had long, shiny black hair and dark-lined eyes. I did not usually go for alt girls, but something about the way she crossed her arms when she looked at me, the confident way she jutted her hip out, fascinated me.
“You don’t look half-bad,” she said critically, “but you’re never going to get anywhere with those godawful lyrics.”
There were other girls all surrounding me, tugging on my arms, rubbing tits and nips all over my back, their eager hands under my shirt, but something about this woman made me unable to look away.
“How about you help me then, if they suck so bad, brat?”
From that moment on, we were inseparable.
And I’d been in love with Rosalie without even realizing it.
“I love you,” I said again, hoarser this time. Her feet looked so tiny in my much bigger hands.
I was on my knees in front of her, bending down over her toes, like a devoted worshiper of an ancient religion.
“Thanks,” she said.
My jaw dropped and I felt my blood curdle like old milk inside me.
“What did you just say?”
“Thanks,” she said casually. “I appreciate the sentiment. That’s very sweet of you to say.”
My stomach sunk to the ground, my cock dripping precum disconsolately down my legs.
It can’t be too late!
I won’t let it be too late.
“Please,” I begged. “I swear to God. I love you. I love you so much, baby girl.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“Hmmm.”
“What does hmmm mean?” I asked, panicked.
“It means hmm. It means we’ll see.”
How stupid I had been to be so sure of her! I would have to work damn hard to make sure she never doubted me again.
As my tongue hit the sole of her foot again, I felt a massive orgasm coiling at the base of my spine and I wanted to stop it, tried to stop it, but I could not stop it.
Hunching over, I tried to suck the release back in my body. But I couldn’t.
I exploded in my pants, jizz shooting from my stiff cock and soaking through my sweatpants.
And I couldn’t do anything but grip the hotel bed and hold on as my balls emptied to the very fucking bottom, grunting like a Neanderthal.
It was so powerful my eyes were rolling back in my head and I could feel my body shaking with each spurt, but I was powerless to stop it.
“The hell?” Rosalie said.
She looked so damn cool and effortless and casual lying back on the bed, her robe riding up so I could see those dancer’s legs, strong and tanned and elegant.
“Did you just come in your pants?”
“Fuck—baby girl, shit, that’s embarrassing. I was just so—hot—so turned on by what we were doing.”
Rosalie was looking at me like I was the rankest amateur.
“I’ve never done that before,” I protested, feeling cum twirl into my ankles.
“Oh, please. Mr. Foot Fetish hasn’t done that before?”
“No,” I said irritably, feeling the unfamiliar flush of embarrassment. “I want your toes. Not every fucking one’s eagle talons.”
“You’ve surprised me, Kingsley Ames,” she said, and the low, rich tone of her voice made me weak inside as it always did.
“Let me just go change my pants,” I said desperately.
“Goodnight then,” she said coolly, getting up and walking to the door.
But the sight of her leaving was an agony to me. I didn’t even want to let her away from me for one single night. I wanted her securely in my arms.
“Wait—let me sleep with you,” I croaked.
“You want to sleep with me?”
“Of course I do! I love you!” I cried indignantly.
There was a pause as she cocked her head at me.
“I’m just not sure,” she said. “I think I want to play the field a little bit. See what’s out there. I don’t want to be tied down. I’m only 27, you know. Practically a baby.”
I moaned in horror.
“No! I promise, I promise you’ll never find a more devoted man than me. Let me stay with you. Please.”
“You’re on probation,” she said, leaving without another word, and I scuttled after her with a fresh pair of sweatpants before she could change her mind.
“I’m skipping that benefit concert tomorrow,” I said. “Without you, I’m nothing.”
“I can probably come up with something in the morning,” Rosalie shrugged. “For a massive extra fee for the pain and suffering of having to work on a Sunday.”
“You’re a genius, a genius,” I said, grabbing her face and kissing her, pulling Rosalie into my arms so her legs were wrapped around my waist.
She tasted delicious, and I wrapped fingers lightly around her throat so I could feel her heartbeat as I tasted her sweet lips and fucking banger tongue.
I wanted to devour her, crush her so hard to me she’d never doubt again and I unwrapped her bathrobe to kiss down her stomach.
“You’re going to marry me.”
“You weren’t even a relationship guy until five seconds ago and now you want to marry me? Slow down there, clinger.”
“I don’t want to slow down. Now that I’ve pulled my head out of my ass, I know it’s you. It’s always been you.”
I buried my head between her thighs, tasting her, tasting me, tasting the perfect combination of us.
“This means nothing,” Rosalie said. “I have not forgiven you.”
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and dragged her pussy flush against my lips.
“That’s ok. You don’t have to forgive me right away. Just let me keep making it up to you.”
She fit snugly, perfectly in my arms.
Because it had always been meant to be.