Little Brats: Fiona: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free PDF Page A

fully exposed and unashamed, facing each other, he roughly grabbed her arm and led her from the shower, hitting the button that shut the multi-nozzled showerhead down.
    He threw a big burgundy towel at her. Unsure, unable to read his face, she took it and began to dry, following his lead as he did the same.
    “You think you can take me?” he asked as he towel-dried his now-growing erection. “You’ve no idea what I want—my appetite, my needs.”
    “I have some idea.” She nodded toward the shower where they’d just fucked like animals as she roughly moved her towel over her breasts, mimicking him. “And I think you underestimate me.”
    Letting the towel drop to the floor, she slid her hands over her stomach, moving one to her breast, the other to her mound. He watched, a light in his eyes, as she squeezed fiercely, pinching her clit with one hand, her nipple with the other.
    “Not only can take it, I want it.” She hissed the words this time, her voice hitching as the pain turned to pleasure, making her tremble with her need, to be taken by force. No man had ever taken her the way Bryan had. It hadn’t exhausted or sated her. It had simply made her crave more.
    “Game on then,” he growled, right before he scooped her up in his arms.
    With long strides, he walked them into the bedroom and literally dropped her onto the bed. Her body hit the mattress and bounced, shaking her tits just slightly as she held her ground, returning his steely stare. His erection jumped when she let her knees fall open to him, a dare. He pounced, big hands gripping her inner thighs, pressing her into a full, wide open stretch, so far she felt the burn, a taut ache.
    She let out a moan, but it wasn’t a cry of pain, as he lowered his mouth and literally began to eat her. His tongue swiped flat along her folds—she was hairless all over, completely waxed to avoid chafing when she worked out—sometimes trying to push inside her, sometimes licking up her juices. He sucked her wet, swollen pussy lips into his mouth, biting, getting rougher with her, encouraged by her blissful mews and howls of pleasure.
    He kept her spread wide open, knees out to the side in a parallel stretch. Her body began to sing, her clit throbbing. He seemed to know what she wanted as he sucked it into his mouth, spanking it with his tongue. Fiona was stretched so tightly she felt like she might snap, like a guitar string wound too tight.
    “You like that?” He stopped his clitoral tongue-abuse for just a moment to ask. “You want more!”
    “Yes!” she cried, squirming under the press of his hands. He had her pinned, she couldn’t move. “Oh fuck, yes! Lick me! Lick my wet pussy!”
    “Mmmm.” His eyes lit up as he backed away just slightly, his hands sliding up to her knees. Her thighs burned from the stretch she’d been in for so long. “You want my mouth?”
    “Yes!” she panted, arching her hips up toward him. He stood beside the bed, looking down at her. “More! Please!”
    “Meet my mouth.” He leaned in, tongue lashing, parting her swollen labia, back and forth. “Come on. Higher.”
    Fiona’s hips rose to meet his mouth as he moved up a little more. Then a little more. She moaned, rocking up and up, straining, until her hips were as high as they could possibly be, her whole body tense and trembling.
    “Fuck! More!” She growled. “Lick it!”
    “Backbend,” he instructed. “Full backbend. Do it. Now.”
    “Bryan!” She groaned, but she arched and bent her elbows, planting her hands on the firm mattress and rising up into a full arch, her wet hair grazing the bed.
    “Good girl!” he murmured his appreciation, and then he showed it to her, hands gripping her ass, helping keep her up, as he fastened his mouth over her mound. She moaned and shuddered, body drawn taut, the blood rushing to her head in its upside down stance—what blood she had left circulating that wasn’t gathered in the swollen folds of her sex.
    Bryan’s mouth