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

means you made me very, very excited.”
    “I thought I tasted it, before.” She swallowed, feeling hungry as she looked at his swollen length. “Kind of… peppery. Hot.”
    “Did you like it?” he asked, touching her cheek, the backs of his fingers brushing her skin.
    “Yes.” She leaned in, eager, licking the drop of pre-cum off the head of his cock. Marshall moaned softly when she did that, watching her pink tongue snake around and around. But he wouldn’t let her suck him again. Instead, he reached down to lift his heavy sack, rolling his balls in his hand.
    “Would you lick to try licking these?” he offered and Hanna leaned in, eager to please him. “Gently. Get them wet with your tongue first… mmm yes, like that… now suck one into your mouth… ohhhh yes… such a good girl…”
    Hanna preened under his praise, exploring him with her tongue. They were heavy, but pliable, nothing at all like the hard length of his cock bobbing over her head. She sucked at one, gently, remembering his admonition, then the other, amazed and amused at the way they moved in her mouth. His cock wept clear fluid in response and she reached for it, fascinated, slowly stroking him as she licked and sucked his balls.
    “Ohhhh wait, wait,” he gasped, pulling back, but not before Hanna felt his thigh trembling against her cheek.
    “Did I do it wrong?” She was afraid to disappoint him, especially since he was being so generous with her, sharing his body and his wisdom.
    “No, no,” he reassured her, pulling her to her feet. “Quite the opposite. You were so good with your mouth, you almost made me come.”
    “Oh.” She brightened at this thought.
    “But I want to be inside you,” he reminded her, making her tremble at the thought. “I want to show you what it’s like, what pleasure we can have together. A man can bring a woman great pleasure, and not just with his cock. He can use his hands and mouth too, like you did with me.”
    Hanna’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. His hands or mouth on her seemed unfathomable, though she knew about it from biology and books.
    “Undress for me,” he said.
    She stood there a second, her body swaying at the thought of being naked in front of him. Her mother had cautioned her since she was young to cover herself fully except when bathing. Even in the bath, she was told to always use a cloth, to never let her fingers touch her breasts or between her legs as she had just done last night.
    “Don’t be shy.” His gaze moved over her body, still clothed, and that made her feel warm.
    But her shaking hands remained poised over the buttons dotting the front of her neck-to-floor calico dress—her mother made them, sewing lace at the collar, the hem, and at the cuffs of the long sleeves—so he reached up to undo the buttons for her. She stood there, arms down now at her sides, letting him undress her, moving her like a doll as he stripped her, not only her dress, but her white cotton bra and panties and socks as well.
    She fought the urge to cover herself as his hungry eyes roamed.
    “You’re so beautiful, Hanna.” His hands settled at the curve of her waist, his eyes meeting hers. “Never hide this body from a man you love. You have curves in all of the right places. Part of what arouses a man is seeing a woman like this, touching her body.”
    “It arouses… him?” She crinkled her nose in confusion, biting her lip when he placed his hands on her breasts, shivering when his thumbs brushed her nipples. “But…”
    “But it arouses you too?” He nodded, watching her face as he pressed her nipples with his thumbs, making her moan.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “When I touch myself… oh, it feels so good, Daddy. She told me it was wrong, and I felt so guilty but…”
    “It’s not wrong to feel pleasure.” His hands kneaded her breasts. “And you should fulfill those urges when you don’t have a husband to do it for you.”
    “It’s really okay?” she