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I picked up our bowls and utensils, chuckling as I carried them to the sink. “It’s something I’ve always enjoyed. And I like hearing you enjoy something I made.”
“It was perfect.”
I sat the items in the sink, rinsed them quickly, and then turned to meet her searching gaze.
“Now what?” she whispered.
My blood heated, my cocks responding. What did we do now?
I had an idea. I went back to the table, and grabbed the chair, pulling it back. I settled into it, spreading my legs. “Come here.”
She stood and came to me, hesitating. “Do you want me to sit in your lap, or…”
“Kneel for me, Mari. I want you to kneel for me.”
CHAPTER10
Boot Licking
Mari
My stomach erupted in butterflies as I knelt for him, right between his thighs. I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice soft. “I want you to clean my boots.”
“Clean…your boots?”
“With your pretty little tongue.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
He leaned back in his chair, lounging effortlessly. I could see the outline of his cocks hard in his chaps, straining against the fabric. I bit my lower lip as I took him in. He was quiet now, simply watching me.
I moved back, my gaze falling down to one of his boots. It was black leather, the stitching creating intricate swirls. On the back of it, there was a shiny silver spur with sharp points. It came up to the middle of his calf, the tops rounded.
I lowered myself down, parting my lips. My pussy throbbed as I swiped my tongue over the top, submitting completely to him.
There was something completely erotic about doing this with him. He was silent, patient as I began to lick his boots. I knew that I enjoyed submitting, but I hadn’t expected how much doing so would turn me on. My body continued to hum with pleasure as I swiped my tongue over the leather of his boot.
I wanted to please him. I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to worship the boots that he wore, to cover every single part of it with my kisses and tongue. I groaned as I continued, working my way up to the top of the boot.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I looked up at him as I licked, shocked as I watched him slowly pull out his cocks. They gleamed in the kitchen lighting, his eyes burning into me as he started to stroke them.
“Keep licking them, sugar. And don’t forget about the other.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.
He let out a low hiss, his head tilting back as he stroked his shafts. His balls were full again and I fought the urge to suck them. Instead, I moved over to the other boot.
The leather was rough against my tongue. Even the scent of it turned me on. I breathed in deep, tracing the stitches with the tip of my tongue. I worshiped them, worshiping him.
He grunted and stood up, the chair screeching as it slid back. My eyes widened as his cocks loomed over me, his shadow consuming me. My body shivered as I licked the tip of his boot.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped.
I wasn't going to. My shoulders burned as I braced my hands on the floor, continuing to lick and lick. I moaned as I continued.
