Open Your Legs For Me Novels & Stories

How could I ever want to let go of something, or someone this good? I part my leg, giving him more room to work his magic hand on me, and just then he pulls his pants and briefs down, popping his penis out. I am ready, Big Daddy. Beam me up!

“Spread. Your. Legs.” I try, I really try but my wobbly legs just will not listen. I let out a whimper and Ezra chuckles. “Demanding little one, aren’t you? Why is it that I never noticed this trait of yours before?” He squeezes the soft mounds on my back and nudges his knees between my legs, spreading them apart. His fingers move to my drenched clit once more and I writhe under his touch, unconsciously lifting my ass.

It was telling my body what to do. My legs began to shake. Against my own mind, they started to move apart. I tried to fight it. I tried to clamp them shut but the pressure in my head was too strong. My legs opened just a little, then a little more. Until my feet were apart on the dirt floor. He smiled. It was a cruel smile. "Good," he said. "Now hold that position." He stepped back. His eyes were locked on my face, I was standing there with my legs open like a shameful thing. I could feel the cool air between my thighs, my face was hot with humiliation.

I’m seriously screwed up but that makes two of us. “We’ll see,” he laughs huskily. “Lean back and open your legs.” His lips form a hard line as he waits for me to comply. I finally do as he asks even though it makes me uncomfortable to be open this way. He jerks my legs forward so they hang over the bed and uses his legs to spread them wider. “Grab the pillow at the top of the bed if you need to scream.” The fire flares to life in his eyes again and I’m burning in their flame.

‘Open your legs for me’. ‘Roman-’ ‘Open them’. Again, I did as I was told and looked up at the ceiling, waiting. I felt the bed move as he came closer and I jumped slightly in surprise when I felt his hands back on my thighs, holding them down, completely exposing my p*ssy to him. Oh god, Oh god, Oh god!

I asked (Search for Author Feathers Books 3 or click the name to read my new story-Crush Girl) He sighed and came to me. "Stretch your leg like this?" He requested and I stretched my leg like his. "Carry the second leg up but wiggle your @ss at the same time, then stretch it at 0.00045km away from your first leg." He said and I looked at him in shock. "0.0004 what? how can I calculate the movements of my legs, don't put mathematics here." I said and tried to do what he said but I lost balance and fell to the floor.

My whole body felt weak, as if I had completely melted in his arms. I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder as I struggled to breathe, my chest heaving up and down. I felt my legs spreading open and realized that he had inserted his knees in between my own. Using his knees, he parted my legs wide open. This is too much. I started struggling against him again, trying to close my legs together. “Stop struggling, Poppy…spread your legs for me, just like you used to spread it for your husband,” he said in a low voice.

“You wouldn't want me to repeat myself, do you?” I still didn't respond nor made a move, he leaned down, his hands pressed against my thighs, urging me to open. “Spread them,” he repeated, his voice commanding yet smooth. Slowly, I let my legs part, my breaths coming in shallow gasps, feeling both exposed and surrendered to him.

I tried to close my legs. I tensed my thighs and drew them together, hoping it would at least keep him from touching me. His hands caught them before they could move an inch. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, and they spread me wider than before. Wider than I thought was possible. The stretch burned in my hips, and I felt something pop. “That's not right, cupcake. You don't close your legs to me, little one.”

I start to swing my legs up and think we are done when Carter takes my leg and swings it back down, so I am sitting in front of him. He kneels in front of me and opens my legs. I try to keep them closed but he holds them a little tighter, “Trust me?” he asks. I look at him. Do I trust him. Yes. I nod slightly as he smiles and moves back to opening my legs. I still resist. Nobody has ever looked at me down there before.