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

frowned at this conflictual information, but the way he rolled her nipples, sending hot, tingly sensations between her thighs, distracted her.
    “It’s more than okay,” he reassured her. “It’s good. Even when you have a husband, you should pleasure yourself if you want to.”
    “Really?” It was all so confusing. “But I thought, once I was married, that he would be the one who…”
    “Oh of course, he will.” Marshall’s hands moved down her body, over her soft curves. “I’m going to show you everything a man should do for you, so that once you’re married, you won’t be afraid and you can give yourself fully to him.”
    Her nipples were achingly hard. The skin tingled as it tightened. She felt a rush all the way down between her legs where she had already grown wetter.
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    “Your nipples are beautiful.” Marshall eyed them like a kid in a candy store. “Someday they’ll feed a baby, but right now they’re just for pleasure. I’m going to show you how your nipples get even harder, like my erection, when they’re sucked on.”
    When his full, wet and warm lips formed around one, gave it a small suck before flicking the tiny nub with his tongue, she groaned, her knees going weak. Between her thighs, way up inside her, she pulsed like she had after her dream the other night, a feeling that created an undeniable urge to have something inside her.
    “Oh Daddy,” she whispered, her hands in his hair, head going back as he moved to her other nipple, sucking so long and hard, her stomach tightened into a hard ball before it released and something like nervous butterflies fluttered through her middle.
    “Does that make your pussy wet?” he whispered, flicking her nipple with her tongue.
    She nodded, flushing at that word. My pussy. It sounded so foreign and strange, but exciting too.
    “Come here.” He guided her, pressing her onto the bed. “On your back. Good girl. Now… let your legs fall open.”
    She looked up at him, biting her lip, too afraid to show him so, with gentle hands, he pushed her knees apart.
    “Oh Hanna,” he breathed, eyes glassy as he stared between her legs. “You’re pussy is so beautiful. So… fucking… beautiful…”
    He throat clicked as he swallowed.
    “You like it?” She blinked in surprise at his reaction.
    “Have you ever seen yourself?” His gaze lifted and he met her eyes. “Have you ever seen how beautiful you are down there?”
    “No!” She gasped at the thought. She couldn’t remember looking down there at all, not since long before she started growing sparse, blonde hair in her nether regions.
    “I can see how wet you are…” Her stepfather’s gaze moved again between her thighs. “Look, let me show you.”
    He moved to take a hand mirror from her mother’s dresser, one that had been passed down, mother to daughter. It was an old, antique thing with a long gold handle. Her stepfather gave it to her, positioning it so Hanna could lift her head, look down, and see. The curly blonde hair between her legs covered her swollen, glistening wet folds, but she could see how pink her flesh was.
    “Isn’t it beautiful?” he murmured and Hanna nodded, not trusting her voice.
    She kept hearing her mother’s voice and fought those feelings. She was supposed to feel guilty about being naked in front of her stepfather, to be doing such things with him, such wonderful things. Her mother didn’t believe in too much pleasure. In fact, Pastor David said —always that phrase, uttered from her mother’s mouth—pleasure should be used as a gauge to stop people from sinning. If it felt good, you knew it was wrong.
    Only, this felt so right.
    Marshall finally removed his shirt before he got on the bed on all fours between her wide open legs. Her whole body tingled just having him so close. Then, instead of taking her, entering her like she expected him to and was braced for, he settled himself between her open thighs. Hanna looked down at him in surprise and