Open Her Legs Novels & Stories

“Now spread those legs wider for me, baby. I’m starving.” Her breath hitches but she slowly parts her legs wantonly and excitement ripples through me. She’s such a temptress. And only mine.

"And then you're going to fix your skirt and walk back out there and every time Tyler looks at you tonight you're going to think about my hand between your legs." His hand finds the hem of my skirt and slides under it, his palm warm and certain against my thigh, and my breath shallows immediately. He takes his time, moves up the inside of my thigh slowly, and every centimetre makes my pulse jump somewhere new. My thighs press together and he makes a low sound against my neck. "Open," he says. I don't. His teeth graze my throat. "Open your legs, Layla." My thighs part and I hate myself for how quickly they do it.

He grabbed her legs and yanked her close, she gasped in surprise. He worked his knees in between her legs, widening her legs, his eyes locked on hers. He was greeted with the beautiful sight of her pussy opening up to him, pink flesh, glistening with her juices trickling down, gaping, her clit was swollen. He knew she was aroused but he didn’t realize just how much.

She asks me to lift my arms and then proceeds to do what she knows how to do while I just close my eyes and enjoy the moment. "Spread your legs a little," she asks softly and when I open my eyes I see that she’s on her knees in front of me. I blink and swallow before I heed her and spread my legs as she asks. She circles each of my thighs with her tape, taking her time, and to measure the length of my legs, she puts her fingers right where my hard dick is making itself known. I make a strangled sound when I feel her touch, "Oops, sorry." Now I'll have to jerk off. Again. Even though I just did it this morning... and last night. And every night since I’ve been here.

"Because I enjoy knowing that my fluid is going to be leaking down your legs when you walk out of here and every fuckin' wolf that comes sniffing by you will know you're mine." She gasped and bit her lip. His gaze roamed down her body to her glistening, perfect pink haven. Her legs were closed. He latched on to one knee to hold it open before slapping her folds. "You close them when I say you close them, not a moment sooner. You got that?" She moaned, "Yes," she whimpered, pushing her back into the air, her folds now closer to his face.

She throatfully moans. Turning backward she bends and spreads her legs to give a show. She rubs both her pussy lips . Circling around her hole she put a finger in it. Moving it in and out in a fast rhythm she put another finger then another. Her small hole stretched, taking three fingers. She parted her ass cheeks.

“Say yes.” “…Yes.” “Good girl.” My legs trembled. “Now,” he said, voice deeper, firmer. “Put the phone on speaker.” “What—right now?” “Yes. Now. Lie back on your bed.” My hands were shaking. But I listened. I put the phone on speaker, then laid back slowly. “Spread your legs for me.” My breath caught. “Wider,” he said. “I want you wide open.” I spread them until I was fully exposed, heart racing. “Xavier…”

She can stretch those beautiful legs of her to any extent to get a dick to other levels and sides of her body and she could move those ass in different whining positions. It is my goal to make sure that she discovers a lot about her body through the type of sex we would be having. I came to the side of her leg and licked the cum off from it, using the tip of my tongue to play with her inner thighs. She was holding in so much moan and i could hear her grunting with her legs slowly slipping off from her hands. I stopped the pussy i was eating and tk her other side and pushed the leg back in position. “I need those legs open okay? I know it hurts now but with time, you would get used to it.”

I pointed at myself, laughing in disbelief before my voice cracked into a furious scream for the first time. “Xavier Smith, am I the one twisting things, or are you two just getting worse? “Who was it that locked me in a dressing room on our wedding day just because she said she wanted to wear a wedding dress? “Who was it that chose to cut off Lucas’s legs—his own son’s legs—just to save her, leaving him possibly unable to walk for the rest of his life?! “Tell me, Xavier. If I’m the one at fault, then what does that make you? Are you a monster?”

This one-sided conversation is getting on my nerves. "Now, don't think about forcing your thighs back together, okay? Whatever you feel or whatever happens - keep your legs spread as wide as you can." Even with the blindfold on, I can see she has a lot of questions; it's written all over her face. A rather pleasant surprise is her eager agreement- Ocean nods her head and is way too quick to spread her legs without any help. Normally, I'd have to do it for her, but it seems like she's getting more comfortable around me. Good, that's just what I need.