“Aside from that,” he dismisses.
“Nobody caught my eye. Why would I want a boy to use me, to discard me, to take my firsts, when I had a man who showed me, repeatedly, that I was his priority? Who’d cherish those firsts.”
His nostrils flare. “That doesn’t sound very feminist of you.”
“Don’t make it seem like you’re not happy I waited.” I cluck my tongue. “Anyway, the right to choose is feminist. And I wasn’twaitingfor marriage, unlike some ultra traditionalists I know.” He smirks at my dig then grunts when I corkscrew his glans with my toes. “If you’d been my age, I would have fucked you so fast you wouldn’t have known what was heading your way.”
Tired of talking, I move both my feet, reveling in the slow hiss that escapes him. I cup him within the gap they make and pet him.
The muscles in my inner thighs start to ache fast, but it’s worth it because he looks in pain. I sliced his chest earlier and nothing.Thismakes him react.
Suddenly, I know what my purpose is and I don’t think he has any clue what kind of Loki-like imp he’s invoked.
I’m going to drive him insane with wanting me.
He’ll be the first to break.
Set a date? HA!
Pressing his shaft back into his abs, I tweak the sensitive head before sliding him through the gap between my big and second toe once more. He releases a low groan as I speed up, moving faster when I see his delts bunch.
He gasps as his dick flies out from between the controlled slide and I quickly flatten the arch of my foot over the tip, letting my heel settle at the base of his shaft, adding extra pressure while I torment the leaking slit.
He grabs the foot digging into his thigh and lifts it to his mouth.
For a second, I falter, watching his eyes on me while he sucks my big toe between his lips then bites. Hard.
And it’s as if there’s some heretofore undocumented path between my foot and my clitoris because— “Holy hell, Maxim.” I groan, head falling as he soothes the bite with his tongue, laving it like he’s licking my clit.
I twist my foot, my other toes working on the sensitive head.
Waiting, waiting…
Building, building…
I see the moment he snaps and Igloryin it.
The hand holding my foot tightens around the delicate bones and he lowers it to his crotch, then positions them around his dick. Clamping my toes together, he situates his cock into the gap and rocks his hips upward, fucking that small space he made for himself.
When his climax breaks, I revel in his tension. Every muscle bulges. His face crumples in relief, fingers contracting around my feet to the point of pain.
The way his cum squirts has my pussy clenching.
That could’ve been inside me if he weren’t so goddamn stubborn.
It’s a hard and fast release, and I watch, intoxicated as he pants through it, still using my feet, milking himself of every drop as he relishes the prolonged contact.
His cum-spattered stomach draws my attention. My toes play with the mess he made, unsure why, just knowing I like to see and feel the proof of his attraction to me.
Then, like that, he relaxes. Expression smoothing out as he sags into the bathtub.
“Koketka.”
Eyes alight with glee, I nod. “Minx. I prefer that one.”
“You would.”
“Feel better?” My foot slides up his abdomen.
