Page 14 of His Perfect Little Heirs

Then she scowls at me towering behind her, and I feign innocence, “What? I’m just polishing.”

I know she wants to be alone so she can scrutinise her magnificent body and internally hate on herself.

I’m not letting you do that.

She softens when my mouth fills with foam from the toothpaste and drips down my jaw. “You’re such a nutcase.” A sad smile moves across her lips. Rolling her eyes down my naked body, she lands on my cock which stands to attention for her.Sir, yes, sir. At your command, baby.“And you’re so perfect.” With a growl, she looks back at herself. “And I’m huge,” she bites, but I just grin ‘cause I love every inch. “Don’t smile. Cassidy and Fawn still look lean, like they swallowed a small bowling ball, whereas I look like I’ve been gorging on cake for the past decade.”

“I like cake.”

“I’m a fucking whale.” Dropping the sheet, she reveals her entire curved figure in the mirror. As though I don’t know what she looks like, as though I don’t stare at her when she sleeps and jerk off to the full mound of her tits. I dream about the way she bounces. She has never been hotter to me than she is now, carrying my boy.

Several stripes cut wicked lines over her swollen stomach, with more surely to join them. I rub oil on her skin every damn night, but she’s prone to them or some shit. We’re not spring chickens, either.

It’s an age thing, maybe.

“Firstly.” I come up behind her until my erection is pressed to her bare succulent arse. “Whales are majestic as fuck.” Gritting the brush between my teeth, I talk around the spines and falling white foam. “Don’t talk shit about whales, baby. Secondly” —I roll my cock in the thick seam of her arse cheeks— “I want more of you. More mountains. More tracks. More life.” I grip the vanity on either side of her, flexing my fingers for her to see. “I got big hands, baby. Fill them up for me.”

A reluctant smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Just brush your teeth, Nutcase. Stone will be awake soon.”

Mischievous thoughts circle my mind. I lean over her, spit in the sink, and rinse the brush off. Then, I circle it around her stomach and dip it between her thighs. She presses them together. “Stop.”

“It’s a new brush, baby. It’s clean.”

“I’m not.”

I force my knee between her thighs from behind, a little more aggressive than usual but I’m excited.What can I say?I wanna polish her plump bead. “Perfect.”

With one hand on the vanity by her hip and one circling her and between her legs, I lock her in place. I slide the toothbrush between her folds. Wanting access, I press more of my leg between her thick thighs to widen them and spread her. Her pussy opens for me, so I use the soft bristles to stroke a circular path around her clit.

A tight moan leaves her lips, a spasm forcing her to plant both hands on the vanity top for stability. Just as though the soft spines have a direct link to her nerves. And now she is loving it. Her long, elegant fingers move like a wave on the granite in time with my brush.

Using the mirror to see perfectly, I circle the fat bead with the silky spines. It’s like God knew I needed sensitive gums just so I could have this moment. I laugh to myself. “This reminds me of that day with the gun. You remember that, baby? How much you like to ride my Glock as much as you like to ride my cock. My lioness.”

She closes her eyes through a shudder.

Then I warn her. “Don’t look at my girl like that again,” I breathe into her ear, dark severity a strain in my tone. “Don’t look at my girl’s body like that again. You owe this body Stone. You owe this body breath. Life. It is what I love. What I fuck. What I dream about. It is what I hold. Smell. Don’t disrespect my girl’s body in front of me again.” My cock gets harder when she rocks on the bristles. Chasing. She wants more.

My balls grow heavy. I wedge my erection between her arse cheeks and rub myself in the channel while concentrating on the pregnant goddess panting and giving in to me.

Shoshanna’s head drops back to the hard surface of my chest. Her eyelids dance as her eyes roll, and her lips part as she moans. I dip the brush down the quivering inner folds of her pussy and quickly back up to bear down on her clit again.

Enchanted, enraptured, even, I watch my beautiful distraction come apart at my skilledmotherfuckinghands. I lick my lips, the sight of her working me into a state of fever.

My vision closes in.

You’re so hot, baby.

The threat of an orgasm wrenches a growl from me as I work my cock in the seam of her arse. If I wasn’t infatuated with finishing her on my toothbrush, I’d lube myself up and fuck her arse at the same time.

“Bronson,” is all she can manage as I speed up, working her bud in insistent circles. “Jesus Christ.That’s- that’s-Fuck!”

The last word falls from her through a husky cry. The sound of her coming, the bouncing of her arse as she shudders in front of me, forces my balls to contract. Heat wraps around the base of my spine, and a groan rumbles from my chest as I shoot cum across her lower back and my abdomen.

I try not to fall forward or stumble backwards as I ride my orgasm down, grunting the final pulses of cum out. It dwindles to humming muscles and a quiet mind.

Nuzzling, I kiss her hair and then pull the toothbrush up to my mouth, deciding to see what Shoshanna and mint taste like. I brush my teeth again.

She rolls her eyes.

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