Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
My smile widened as I studied the contrast between her and my black silk sheets.
I didn’t use the sheets very often. They weren’t my favorite to sleep on.
I only pulled them out for special occasions, or when my mother came over to see if I was using the expensive sheets she’d bought for me.
However, at this moment in time, with July spread out for my viewing pleasure on the silky fabric, my mother was the last thing I was thinking about.
Placing one knee on the bed beside July, I ran one finger up her shin. Starting at her ankle, I went all the way up to her knee and curled my hand around her knee.
Smiling when she jumped at the contact, I spread her leg wide and said, “Keep it open.”
Her automatic reaction was to close her legs, and I knew the moment I spread her wide that she would try to close them.
In response to that, I reached over the side of the bed for the rope I’d threaded under the mattress.
It was made of pure, braided silk, and I couldn’t wait to see it tied in knots around July’s splayed thighs.
“Keep them open,” I told her when I reached for the other end.
Laying the silk rope down on the bed beside her head, I spread both knees as wide as I could possibly get them, then pushed on her hips to get her to splay her legs open.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to her, getting up and walking to the dresser drawer to grab the bottle of whipped cream I’d set there after coming in from the kitchen.
Turning around, I saw her straining not to close her legs, and I hoped she failed so I could tie her up.
However, after a few minutes of watching her, she didn’t waver, and I decided she deserved a little treat.
“Have you ever had whipped cream straight out of the can before?” I asked her, running the cool bottle over the outside of her thighs.
She gasped and squirmed, tiny goosebumps breaking out all over her legs and chest.
Her nipples pebbled even tighter, and I couldn’t help the grin that tipped up the corner of my lips.
“Cold?” I asked her, knowing the answer already.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
I chuckled and leaned down, pulling one of those tips into the hot recesses of my mouth, sucking strongly and causing her to gasp in surprise.
My other hand trailed to the other side, and I pinched as I sucked.
Her neck arched in response.
“Feel good, baby?” I asked between sucks.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “So good.”
“What does it feel like?” I asked her. “Where are you feeling it most?”
“My pussy,” she answered without hesitation, all of her embarrassment of being spread wide for me now gone.
***
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I’m drenched.”
My hand slipped underneath the blanket to her backside, and I smiled before asking, “Now or then?”
“Both,” she moaned. “I’ve thought about this so many times over the last year,” she admitted. “Of that. Oh, God. Look at me.”
I did, and groaned myself at what I saw.
“God,” she whispered. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
***
She moaned when I straddled her chest, staying on my knees so I didn’t crush her.
“I’m going to fuck your tits,” I informed her, smoothing my hand down between her breasts.
Depressing the nozzle, the whipped cream burst free of its confines and splashed over her pretty breasts and chest.
A gasp of surprise followed the feeling of the cool cream touching her overheated skin, and automatically her legs lifted to press down into the bed and roll me off her.
“God,” she cried. “I’m sorry.”
“Too late,” I told her, getting off her chest and instantly tying her legs down, and forcing them to remain open by tying the silk rope just above her knees.
She cried out and instantly tested her bonds, and I smiled at the flush of pleasure that crawled up her chest to encompass her face.
Once she was fully secure and open to the camera, I remounted her and added more whipped cream to the nearly melted mess on her chest.
She didn’t try to shift this time, but I felt her belly tighten beneath my ass cheeks.
Smiling, I pressed my cock down to her chest, and cupped her breasts to surround my dick.
The instant warmth and slickness had me groaning as my cock slid between the pretty pink tipped mounds and through the channel I’d made of her tits.
I moved my cock in and out, my eyes closing as I thrust and felt myself start to barrel toward orgasm.
The moment I felt my balls start to draw up, I leaned forward and used my index finger to outline her lips, causing her mouth to open.
My spine started to tingle, and my breathing started to become choppy.
The second I knew I was about to blow, I lifted July’s head and shoved past her breasts straight into her open mouth.