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

wonder as he held the mirror, angled so she could see.
    “See this here?” His finger moved over a tiny nub at the top of her cleft, that secret spot, the one that, when touched, thrilled her like nothing else ever had. Her bottom clenched tight at his touch and she gasped out loud. “This is your clitoris. Is feels good to be touched here, doesn’t it? Do you like that?”
    “Ohh yes,” she breathed.
    “You’ve rubbed this spot before?” He passed his finger over that spot, back and forth, and she cried out. Her body felt tight, strung taut, like he was plucking a guitar string, making her whole being sing. “Until you climaxed?”
    “Yes,” she confessed with a little nod of her head.
    “But you’ve never had it kissed or licked?”
    “No!” Hanna watched in the mirror as he rubbed it with his fingers, rubbing her wetness over the hood of her clit.
    “Does that shock you?” he smiled, kissing the inside of her thigh. His breath was warm, his lips soft. “I love to kiss and lick a woman there. I love the taste, the way she feels in my mouth. Can I kiss you there, Hanna?”
    “You really like it?” She frowned, disbelieving, but nodded her assent when he reassured her with a groan and a fervent nod of his own.
    Then his mouth moved between her legs, his tongue darting out to part her folds, moving back and forth until it nestled itself at the top of her slit. Her fingers—and his—felt incredible. But this? This was bliss. Pure heaven. This must be what angels felt every minute of the day. All of her denied desires broke through whatever was left of the wall her mother had built, flowing out of her like honey.
    “Oh Daddy!” she moaned, her hips rocking up to meet his flickering tongue. “Oh that feels so… so… ohhhhh!”
    “Mmm,” he agreed, fastening his mouth over her mound, sucking and licking, the heat of his tongue lashing her again and again.
    Hanna grabbed the mirror from him, angling it so she could watch her stepfather lick her wet pussy. She marveled at it, not just the sensation, but watching his tongue flick and tease her clit, sucking at that little bit of flesh, his breath hot. One hand held the mirror, the other moved in his hair, her hips moving all on their own, pressing up, wanting more, more, more, until it was difficult for him to follow her and he grabbed her ass in his big hands.
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” Hanna apologized, shame flooding her cheeks. “Am I supposed to keep still?”
    “No, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “That’s a natural movement. You’ll move just like that when I’m inside you. But I want to make you climax like this first. You taste so good. Look how wet and delicious you are.”
    She was looking. The mirror reflected the way his tongue flattened, moving between her lips, brushing downward over her hole. That’s where he would slide inside of her, she knew. His tongue probed there, sucking and licking her juices, before slipping upward again. When he reached the very top, she moaned, pushing up again with her hips.
    “Oh Daddy, yes, right there,” she moaned, dropping the mirror so she could run both hands through his hair. “Please! Please!
    She found herself begging him again and again, her body trembling on the precipice of that hot rush of contractions she’d experienced the night before at her own hand—only this was stronger. So much stronger. The sensation of his wet tongue was something sublime, beyond anything she’d ever experienced. He didn’t let up, flicking his tongue and sucking in a glorious rhythm. Her hips moved, faster, the wet sound of his face buried between her legs filling the room.
    “Oh! Daddy! Oh now, please, now!”
    He grunted and grabbed her behind in his hands, squeezing and pulling her close as her orgasm overtook her. The tremors shook her heated body, muscles tightening and releasing, her toes curling as she quaked in his arms, thrashing on the bed. The sensation filled her with a bright, shuddering light, a