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

clamped around her, sucking and licking and biting all of her, relentlessly until she broke. Finally, finally, her climax ripped through her and she screamed as she came, her hips pushing against his mouth, fucking his face, until the last contraction had passed. She ached all over and her body threatened to collapse, but Bryan kept his hands on her ass, kneading her taut flesh.
    “Don’t move.”
    Oh fuck. Her head swam, black dots appearing in her vision, but she stayed in the backbend, her limbs trembling.
    “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He moved to stand at the end of the bed, looking at her, head cocked, his erection throbbing in his fist as he pumped it up and down.
    She fought the urge to collapse, left herself like that, upside down, surrendered and completely vulnerable to him.
    “I told you I could take you,” she walked her legs closer to her hands, increasing the stretch even if it made her feel dizzy. “You need someone like me.”
    “Come here.” Bryan grinned as she slowly, gracefully unfolded herself, sitting up on the edge of the bed to look at him. She was face to face with his cock, and it made her mouth water.
    “I said, come here.” He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, giving her ass a hard slap as he walked them into the living room. She squealed and laughed, but she wasn’t laughing when he plopped down onto the couch.
    She’d barely caught her breath when he pulled her down onto his lap. As she straddled him, his cock came to rest, heavy against her stomach. Inspired, she scraped a nail down over it. He bucked and hissed, grabbing a handful of her hair. She, in turn, grabbed his cock, giving it a few harsh pumps before she lifted herself just enough to push him into her wetness.
    “Damn, girl.” He gave her hair another tug.
    She smiled, moving up and down on him, wanting him, needing him, deep inside her again. Her hands went to his shoulders for support and his moved to grab her breasts. Squeezing and kneading, sometimes pinching her erect buds, the sensations shot straight from nipples to her throbbing clit. She moved her own hand between her thighs, pushing the pads of her fingers to stroke that aching little nub of flesh.
    “Fucking beautiful,” he said as he watched her touch herself, her flat stomach tight, not an ounce of extra flesh on her. She saw him watching her circle her clit, right at the top of her bare cleft. She was wet from his mouth, her clit sensitive, but she still wanted more.
    “Let me.” He pushed her backwards, hands sliding down her ribcage, her waist, pressing back and back until she was parallel to the floor, stretched out over his legs, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her head rested against the coffee table and she had to use all her core muscles to stay in that position as his fingers spread her, thumb circling her clit.
    But she didn’t just stay there. She grabbed the couch cushions in her fists for leverage and rolled her hips, It wasn’t easy in this position, but she managed to grind herself against him, round and round, satisfied when she heard him moan and pump his hips up in response.
    “You little minx.” He rubbed her clit back and forth, around and around. “I’m going to make you come for me, sweet girl.”
    “You better,” she gasped, biting her lip and seeing stars. “Oh fuck! Ohhhh yess!”
    “Like that?” He circled and circled, the same motion, faster, faster. “You like that, baby?”
    “Yes, Daddy!” she cried, arching and letting go of the cushions so she could squeeze her nipples, sending shooting sparks of pleasure to her clit. “Ohhh yes! Daddy, I’m going to come for you! Make me come all over your big cock, Daddy!”
    “Do it!” he cried, spanking her pussy with his fingers now, grinding into her clit with his palm. “Come for me! Come, baby! Come for Daddy!”
    That did it. Her orgasm shook her so hard the contractions tore through her stomach, making it ripple and writhe as she sat