Page 82 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

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.

“You really took the time out to make tonight special, and I appreciate every detail down to you picking out my dress and shoes… I haven’t had a man buy me flowers besides my dad. I went on my first helicopter ride and got my first foot fuck.” I smiled.

We looked at each other before his top lip twitched. Seconds later we were laughing like two lost friends that hadn’t seen each other in forever. In the midst of us going back and forth, two waitresses came with a new bottle of wine, water, and different desserts.

Royal took it up a notch by grabbing his fork and took small pieces from different platters then fed them to me. After I tasted everything, I returned the favor with him. Honestly, I didn’t want our night to come to an end, so when he offered for me to come back to his house to spend a couple of days with him, I agreed at little faster than what I liked.

“Before we leave, I want you to tell me something,” I said cautiously.

Royal looked up at me, almost as if he heard a ghost announce its presence.

“It’s only fair since⁠—”

“I was abused physically growing up,” he said plainly, cutting me off.

I trained my face to remain blank. I remember him saying that he wanted no sympathy earlier. My heart cracked for him because being physically abused as a kid in any way was cruel. I thought about him mentioning being lied to growing up, thinking the parents who raised him was his real parents only to find out they weren’t was even more heartbreaking.

Then there was the way he offered that information. He said it like it didn’t bother him, but this was something that did just in the way his posture changed. I could tell he did well over the years, masking the pain and betrayal he felt from what he experienced as a kid. His tattoos finally made sense to me now, I knew from jump, each one told a painful story.

“I got beat a lot,” he croaked out. “Sometimes it was for trying to protect my momma…” His words trailed off.

“Ronald liked to whoop her ass for small shit, so when she did things that really pissed him off he’d go overboard and I’d get in the way to protect her just to give her a break from the blows.”

My chest tightened painfully. The empty look in his eyes, and the way his voice was void of emotion while talking gave me chills.

“He hated me, but in front of his friends he was a proud father… That shit mind fucked me a lot because I’d actually feel good when he talked about how good my grades were and how good of a kid I was when others inquired about me,” He shook his head. “I’d ask myself why didn’t he act like that behind closed doors. I even start thinking some shit was wrong with me… then I’d go to my brother Luca house to escape… That fucked me up more because I was treated good as hell in his household. I was taught shit that Ronald never taught me…simple shit like taking out the trash. Looking folks in the eyes, hygiene, and so much other shit.” He chuckled dryly.

“Luca’s dad basically raised my ass. I knew he loved me without no second-guessing because he treated me like he did his sons.”