Page 87 of Big Daddy

My cock stiffens at the sight. Okay, so I’m a fucking foot guy.

“I don’t like that those men thought about you doing this to them,” I groan, herFeetFanssite flashing through my mind as a spike of jealousy irrationally pirouettes through me.

She giggles as she curves her toes along the ribbed crown of my cockhead, making my head fall back. “Fuuuck,” I groan, surprised at how good it feels already. I can’t usually pull the trigger back-to-back, but with Winnie, anything feels possible with my cock. She’s that tempting and gorgeous.

“Thought about, that’s the key word. Thought. Not did. I never physically did anything with anyone. Just videos, calls and photos. You know this Big Daddy, don’t get all jealous now,” she chides as she slides the balls of her feet slowly down my shaft, kneading my heavy balls with her toes for a moment before working her way back up.

“Fuck,” I groan again, suddenly incapable of anything but the one word.

“You can do it. You can come again for your cum slut, can’t you Big Daddy?” she purrs, dark curls going everywhere as she tips her head forward, locking her eyes on my dick. Fuck, this whole thing is so hot, even though this is round three for the day, I don’t think I’m gonna make it long.

“I love your dirty fucking mouth,” I growl, thrusting my hips, sending my cock between her cum-slick feet. “I love that you love being my slut,” I admit, pumping faster as she works her feet around my crown, moving the pad of one over my slit. Her feet are so soft and she works my cock so well. “Fuuuck,” I groan, yet again reduced to the singular expression at her helm.

“Big Daddy’s little cum slut,” she moans as she begins writhing in the roses, petals falling over her breasts and throat as she fucks my cock harder with her feet. Petals cling to her curls and eyelashes as she draws them in over herself, looking like a snow angel in all the crimson. Her toes knead my balls, and my periphery blurs as yet another orgasm crests. My stomach clenches and my ass tightens, and as if she senses it’s coming, she moves her toes over my cockhead again and again, teasing me in the eleventh hour.

“Winnie…” I moan, and just as her toes move down my shaft, the first ribbon of cum belts free, coating the petals on the counter, splashing onto her still bare cunt. “Shit,” I groan as she continues working my cock with the arches of her feet, milking me for shot after shot of hot, pearly cum. When the last drop oozes from my head, journeying down the throbbing veins on my shaft, she steals her feet away, moving them through the new load on the counter.

“That was hot,” she breathes, cheeks flushed.

I shake my head. “Next time, I wanna record that. Fuck me, baby,” I sigh, tucking my sticky dick away as I move to the sink, gathering a rag and dampening it. First, I clean her up, then I clean up the counter, throwing away the soiled roses and petals. Still naked but now standing, Winnie grins mischievously.

“What?”

She presses her hands beneath her chin, blinking. “I wanna go see my new office again!”

chapter twenty-eight

winnie

One monthlater

“He said that?” I balk, leaning back in my chair. My lower back is fucking killing me, but it’s a good thing. I’ve been at the office nearly fourteen hours a day. Backache from a thriving new business? I’ll take it.

Corinne purses her lips with satisfaction, nodding. “Yep. And then he said, she was nothing to me. And I said, ‘you don’t getnothingpregnant!’” She dusts her hands together. “The trash stays out.”

I nod. “Hell yes it does.”

She adjusts the pens in the decorative vase on my desk. “He even called Quincey to see if Quincey could talk to you to talk to me.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. “Well, that worked well considering Q never even mentioned it.”

“He didn’t mention it to me either,” Corinne laughs, “Michael told me in one of his many desperate voicemails.”

I roll my eyes. “Too late, Mike.”

“Way too late,” she says. I hit print and nod toward the printer on the back wall of my office, and she gets to her feet to collect the papers. She sifts through them, nodding, her eyes wide.

“Perfect. Beautiful. I love it,” she says, sighing dreamily as she sinks back into her chair across from me.

“I’m glad you’re happy with it and also, I just want to tell you, I’m so proud of you Corinne. It’s so rare when a small business booms and blooms, and to be opening your second store front in less than a year is seriously amazing. Unheard of amazing levels.”

Corinne slips the printed papers into a blue plastic folder, then slides that one into a bigger folder containing color-coordinated papers. I watch her get her things organized, check her day planner, then respond to a few messages on her phone.

She put her faith and trust in me when I was just a grad student, and she has a lot to do with the reason why I have a thriving business, too.

Despite the ache in my back, my chest squeezes as I watch one of the most loyal and hard working women I know twist her hair and clip it.

“Okay well I’m gonna head out,” she says, rolling on berry colored lipstick.

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