All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 by Kelly Jamieson

even more, and pink washed up into her cheeks. “And the fact that you ate all my fries means you need to punished.”
    He pushed back from the table and stood, then plucked her up out of her chair and carried her to the bed. He tossed her down, stripped off his clothes and then joined her amid tangled covers, rolling her beneath him and capturing her mouth with his, his hands fisted in her hair.
    “If this is your idea of punishment,” she gasped long moments later, “I should’ve eaten your onion rings too.”
    He choked on a laugh as she pushed him onto his back and wriggled on top of him. His laugh turned to a groan.
    Tension built as their kisses got deeper and hotter, his dick so hard he hurt. He again rolled her, claiming the dominant position, shoving her nightie up and off over her head so he could taste her nipples, drawing them into his mouth and tugging on them until she writhed. He teased, sucking hard and deep on her breast then nibbling at the very tip, judging what she liked by her response. He moved from one breast to the other, feasting his senses on the taste of her, the feel of her on his tongue, the scent of her skin. His hand smoothed down over her abdomen and then between her legs to cup her pussy, where she was creamy wet.
    He wanted to taste her there too and began to kiss his way down between her breasts, over her stomach and then shifting so he was between her legs. He lifted one leg and then got distracted by her foot, slender and graceful and tipped with those surprising, shiny, red toenails. He held it carefully and studied it, then brought it to his mouth to kiss.
    He found her other foot and held them both, kissing her insteps, licking her delicate ankle bones, sucking gently on the soft spot just behind the inside of her ankle. Then he licked her toes and slowly sucked one small toe into his mouth. She quivered and he looked up at her face to find her watching, eyes heavy and heated, lips parted.
    “That’s really hot,” she said in a husky voice.
    “Yeah.” Christ. He paid more attention to her toes, licking and sucking until her hips shifted on the bed with needy appeal.
    “Who knew my feet were such an erogenous zone.”
    He so wanted to see her feet on his dick. Watching her face, he slowly lowered her feet, and, shifting again to be in a better position, he brought the soles of her feet together on his jutting cock. Her sharp intake of air had his gaze flicking back to her face, but she was just watching avidly.
    With her legs spread wide, her pussy was open to him, and so fucking pretty his veins raced with scalding heat. But he returned his focus to her feet, soft on his shaft. “Christ,” he groaned. “That feels so good, and damn, watching your feet on me like that makes me damn near explode.”
    She took over the movement, her feet caressing his cock, rolling it between her soles, and her top teeth sank into her bottom lip as she concentrated. She lifted a foot and pointed her toes quite amazingly and drew her big toe over his aching balls. Her toe slipped beneath and nudged him gently and sensation poured through him.
    “You have no idea how much that turns me on,” he groaned. Some girls didn’t get it. He’d been kicked in the face accidentally once or twice when he’d tried to touch girls’ feet, and sucking on toes was something not everyone was into. Experience had taught him that after a bath was a better time, women not so worried about doing it when their feet were clean. Mallory was adventurous enough to go with it and seemed to be enjoying touching him like that.
    “You can sure point your toes,” he managed to rasp out, watching her again trace her toes along the length of his cock.
    “That’s from all the ballet lessons I took as a kid.”
    “Oh. Ballet.” He could only nod as lust coiled inside him. Her toe played with his balls again.
    Pressure built, fast and dark inside him and he had to move her feet away from him before he lost it. Holding