Amaris #2
Royal’s head fell back. He released a full belly laugh. His perfectly aligned and white teeth were on full display. It made me feel good that I could bring humor to the deep conversation we were having.
“As you should… You can like and feel me how I do you. It seems like we both on defense about opening up and trusting. In my profession, trust is earned… proven… and even then it’s never a hundred percent.” He revealed.
“You can’t control people all the time either…
to be clear.” He sat all the way up and looked me dead in the eyes never blinking once.
“I’m uncontrollable.” He smirked sinisterly.
“That kiss earlier, outside of Spike’s lounge…
I let you control it because I’ve already seen your need to control.
When we fuck…” He licked his lips then stretched his arms halfway across the table, opening the palm of his hands.
I swallowed hard. Without having to be told, I placed my hands in his. He enclosed them and stroked the back of my hands with his thumbs.
“I don’t mind letting yo tall fine ass get on top and fuck the shit out of me. That’s the only time you’ll be in control concerning me,” he promised firmly.
“Okay, Ro Ro,” I practically choked out.
Now he had me sitting in front of him squirming, hot and bothered.
“Good girl.” He winked smoothly, releasing my hands.
That small amount of praise that left his full cinnamon lips had my pussy throbbing instantly. I cleared my throat and redirected out conversation before we ended up fucking like animals in heat.
“You want kids?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered after a second. “Eventually.” Something warm touched his eyes briefly before fading again.
“I want to have a baby with my wife and not just a woman I’m fucking.” He sounded very sincere.
“Same.” I nodded. “I want to have kids and give them what I didn’t have growing up. Stability, and love from two parents in the same household.”
“It’s only right,” He agreed.
“So let me ask the basics.” I inhaled slowly then exhaled.
“Shoot.” He nodded, sitting back with his glass of wine in his hand.
“When is your birthday, and how old are you?” I raised a brow.
“I’m twenty-eight, I turn twenty-nine December thirty-first,” he answered cooly before knocking down the rest of the wine then placing the glass on the table.
“Wow, my birthday on the thirtieth of this month too.” My eyes widened.
“So maybe we can take a trip for our birthday. I never been out the country.” He suggested.
“Me either, I keep saying I want to go somewhere tropical.” I felt myself getting excited.
“An island with good dick on the balcony while the waves crash against the rocks is on my bucket list.” I winked seductively at him.
He bit his bottom lip in response to what I said. My eyes widened when I felt his foot moving my dress out the way. He paused to slide down in the booth a little before guiding his foot up my left leg until he reached my throbbing center.
“Ro—”
“Shut up.” He smirked.
He already had this in motion. This man slipped off his shoe and sock just to toy with my pussy under the table with his foot. I inwardly wondered when his sneaky ass even had the time to remove them because I didn’t see him reach under the table once.
“You a nasty—” I gasped then moaned as his foot pressed against my damp panties.
“Yeah, shut the fuck up and nut on my foot.” He chuckled. “That mutha fucka been hot and ready since we got on the helicopter. We can’t even have a civil conversation without you mentioning my dick.” He taunted out roughly.
“You gon’ be a good girl for daddy and nut all over my foot,” he continued.
Feeling high off lust I nodded my head, spread my legs further apart.
“Keep your legs open just like that for me.” He pulled his foot away quickly.
I watched him through hooded eyes. He reached under the table for a few seconds then put his foot back underneath my dress and in between my thighs.
Surprisingly, the pad of Royal’s toes were soft like he received pedicures regularly.
I should have been disgusted that this man had his size twelve or however big foot on my pussy.
Instead, I whimpered…turned on to the max.
Like the foot expert he was proving himself to be, he stretched the thin fabric of my thong to the side then parted my soppy wet lips apart.
“Ohhhh!” I moaned out lowly.
In response, Royal offered me a sexy smirk.
“That pussy got my entire foot soaked, baby…Make it cum for me,” he demanded calmly.
He pushed his big toe inside of me, and I moaned in relief as he pushed it in and out while his second toe grazed across my erect clit.
I immediately started to move myself on his foot as my body bowed backward against the seat.
My eyes wildly scanned the restaurant as I felt myself nearing a powerful orgasm.
I saw no one in sight but the rush mixed with the thrill of getting caught made me anxious and even more turned on.
“Pull them big ass titties out, Breasturant and pinch those gum drop nipples for me,” he said in a husky tone.
My eyes widened again, he slipped his big toe out of my center then glided it up and down my clit. Seconds later he stopped.
“Do what I said,” he practically growled. “I need to see them.”
With trembling hands, I reached into the top of my gown and pulled my heavy breasts out while still leaning back against the seat. My eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open as I pinched the aching tips of my nipples, feeling my toes curl as light exploded behind my eyes.
“Look at me stroking this dick,” he said barely audible.
I opened my eyes and saw him stroking up and down his long shaft. My mouth watered, lips parted as my breaths came too fast. It felt like I was being zapped with too much pleasure as he continued thrumming my clit with his big toe.
“I’m about to—”
“Let that shit go and keep pulling them big ass nipples, baby,” he grunted lowly.
“Mmm, I need to feel youuuuu,” I moaned long and loud as ever.
I couldn’t control myself. I pulled one of my titties to my lips and sucked my nipple hard to quiet my moans. I wanted to feel his dick buried deep inside of me, splitting me in half, but this was good enough.
“Nut,” he demanded.
He tilted his big toe down inside of me, pushing hard with his second toe against my clit and I lost it.
An intense sensation exploded in me along with my stomach cramping up as I came long and hard all on his foot.
Royal never broke eye contact as my orgasm rippled through me.
His hand twisted, squeezed, and turned on his dick as my body shook like it was possessed.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “That shit you just did was so fucking sexy.” He removed his foot.
I lazily released my breasts, letting them hang free not caring he could have seen what just went down. Royal lifted his wet foot and placed it between my titties.
“Clean that shit up like a good girl while I nut,” he demanded.
Like the good fuckin’ girl he claimed me to be, I slid down further into the booth with my dressed bunched around my thighs now.
I wrapped my hand around his foot and lifted it to my mouth slowly.
The moment his big toe touched my tongue, I heard Royal’s breathing pick up.
I took my time, eyes lifting to his face as I sucked my sweet juices off his toe.
His jaw tightened as his head leaned further back. I never licked a man’s feet a day in my life, but it was something euphoric about having Royal’s feet against my taste buds mixed with my essence. I released his big toe with a loud popping sound and inspected his feet further.
It surprised me how nice his foot actually looked. His skin was smooth, nails shaped neat like somebody took their time on them every two weeks. His big toe was thick and masculine while the smaller one lines up symmetrically.
I kissed along the side of his foot before taking the next smaller toe into my mouth gently.
“Suck on them like you want to do this dick, Breasturant,” he coached.
The more comfortable I got, the nastier I became. I licked from the top of his toes down to the heel of his feet then bobbed up and down his big toe like I wanted to do his dick.
“Shit, baby!” He hissed out.
When I finally looked back up at him, his eyes were darker than before.
He released his dick from the tight hold he had it in and let it twitch and nut right before my eyes.
His thick semen shot all around him. On his shirt, the table, and probably the seat.
He looked at me intensely, never breaking his hard stare as the last drop leaked around the crown of his dick.
“That shit was intense.” He chuckled lowly removing his foot from my mouth.
“Yo ass nasty as fuck,” he continued shaking his head like he wasn’t the one to initiate this shit.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, sitting up in my seat.
I took a quick glance around then picked up a clean napkin from the table when I saw no one had come back to check on us. I put my titties up first then moved my dress out the way so I could clean up the mess he made between my legs.
“Look at you trying to have some decorum now,” he taunted.
“Whatever, you don’t even know what the fuck decorum is,” I mumbled.
“Nah, Breasturant, don’t try to get smart at the mouth when I literally just put my foot all in yo pussy and mouth.” He laughed hard.
I wanted to curse his ass out but couldn’t when his foot was indeed all up and through my pussy then mouth. I quietly watched him use the napkins to clean up his own mess. He pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message.
When he was done, he set his phone down on the table then gazed up at me.
“The waitress will be out shortly to refill our glass and bring dessert,” he uttered.
“Besides us being nasty, I really want to thank you.” I sat up in my seat and folded my hands in front of me.