We’d moved out to Las Vegas shortly after Delia and Danny returned there. Both Olivia and I worked jobs that could be done from anywhere, so we decided to settle by our best friends. It certainly didn’t hurt that they loved to babysit our two kids. Especially now that Delia was expecting.
Olivia and I had gotten married on New Year’s Eve the year after I proposed, so we often celebrated on a different day, choosing to spend the holiday with family. But this year, Delia had demanded to take Baxter and Georgia for our anniversary. Which meant we were all alone, at home, with no little cockblockers to stop me from making my wife scream until she had no voice left. It also happened to be perfect timing because I was ready to put another baby in Olivia.
“Pillow under you,” I grunted as I stalked to the bed. She sighed but did as she was told and slid a pillow under her hips. “I haven’t had you all to myself like this in months. I’m going to spend the next two days between your thighs.”
“You’ve already given me six orgasms, and the kids have only been gone for two hours! I just want to take a shower.”
“Nope.” I set the bag on the nightstand, then slipped my hand down to her center, dragging it up until my fingers came out shiny and licked them clean. “I like that you taste and smell of me. It’s hot as fuck.”
“But—”
Fast as a whip, I grabbed her ankles and shoved them up until her ass was fully exposed and delivered a hard smack to each cheek. Then I rubbed the stinging flesh before lowering her legs again. “Do I need to tie you to the bed, baby?” I asked as I began to unpack the items I’d retrieved.
“Probably.”
I smiled and glanced over at my sassy wife before shaking my head. “I think you’re right.”
Olivia pouted. “I was kidding.”
“I’m not,” I replied with a wink. Stalking to the closet, I found the silk wraps we kept hidden on the highest shelf and took them back to the bed. She sighed but didn’t complain when I attached her wrists and ankles to the four bedposts—I was pretty sure she’d picked out this bed just because she knew how much I liked to tie her up. Perfect. Fucking. Woman.
When she was spread eagle, her pink, dripping pussy on display, I licked my lips in anticipation and hurried to finish what I’d been working on before.
After my surprise was complete, I held it up with a sly grin. Olivia burst out laughing the second she spotted the piping bag filled with icing, but her humor quickly died when I squeezed some onto my fingers and smeared the frosting up her center, making sure to swirl it around her clit.
I glanced at the sheets, aware that this would make a huge mess, and mentally shrugged. Who the fuck cared about anything when I was about to eat frosting from Olivia’s pussy?
Holding the bag carefully, I climbed onto the mattress and knelt between her legs. Using two fingers, I opened her folds and put the silicone piping tip at her entrance. Then I squeezed the bag and filled her like a fucking twinkie. My mouth watered while my dick went from hard to steel. I set the bag aside and got down onto my stomach, using my shoulders to push her hips a little wider.
The sugary concoction was already leaking out with her juices, and I couldn’t wait another second. I bent my head and sealed my mouth over her hole before sucking hard.
“Leland!” Olivia’s shout rang in my ears as her whole body bucked. I sucked on her until only her natural cream remained. Then I once again grabbed the bag, this time decorating her whole sex before filling it again.
“Fuck, baby,” I mumbled when I’d thoroughly cleaned her up. “I’ll never be able to eat a cream-filled donut again. Nothing will ever taste this amazing.”
Olivia was writhing on the bed, her eyes closed tight and her tits bouncing as she panted heavily. “Please, Leland,” she begged.
“Hmm, one more taste, baby,” I purred before decorating her once more. This time, I went straight for her clit and wrapped my lips around it. It only took a couple of deep pulls before her back arched, and she screamed my name. Her pussy gushed with a mixture of her come and frosting. It was so fucking delicious that I made a mental note to stock up on this shit.
After eating her pussy clean, I moved on to icing and sucking her nipples. Then her lips. Then anywhere else that I could cover in frosting. I used up almost the whole bag and definitely made a huge fucking mess.
Until finally, I was at the limit of my control. I untied her legs, then wrapped them around my waist and drove my long, fat cock into her channel. “Fuck!” I shouted. “So damn tight.” I gritted my teeth as I tried to keep from losing my mind, but she squeezed her inner muscles, and that was all it took.