“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 meanshmm. It meanswe’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 couldnotstop 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 wantyourtoes. 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 securelyinmy arms.
“Wait—let me sleep with you,” I croaked.
