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

want her. We sit in my office, sharing lo mein and moo shoo out of little cartons, and we talk for hours. I love her laugh. She’s the brightest light I’ve ever known.”
    Olivia smiled to herself, listening to his words, letting them warm her from the inside out. It was a little like listening to the “happy birthday” song—embarrassing to have all that attention and focus on you, but secretly pleasing too.
    “I’m a wicked man, but just watching her walk makes my cock hard. It’s like the whole world swings on that girl’s hips. Her pussy would be so delicious, to juicy and sweet in my mouth. Fuck. I’m doomed.”
    “Doomed.” Olivia giggled, glancing up at him. “Are you doomed?”
    “Indubitably.” He took his glassed off, putting them on the table beside him. It was dark in this little corner and must be hard to read the words, she thought. “I will join a long line of stepfather villains who lusted after their young stepdaughters…”
    “I don’t think you’re the villain in this tale,” she mused, her hand moving down the opening in his button-down shirt, feeling the hair on his chest curling around her fingers.
    “No?” He smiled, closing his journal and setting it aside.
    “I think you’re the hero.” Olivia put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She wanted him to know how much she wanted him too. His words had moved her, had given her courage, the confidence to slide her thigh over his and straddle him on the sofa.
    “Oh sweetheart,” he breathed as she wiggled in his lap. His hands moved over the generous spread of her thighs, sliding up under the shirt she wore to grab onto her hips. “Am I dreaming?”
    “I hope not.” She worked the buttons from the top, smiling as he starting working them from the bottom, eager to see her. And she was eager to show him
    “Fuck,” he whispered when she slid the shirt from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her.
    She flushed under his gaze, but she liked the way he didn’t look away. He took all of her in with his eyes, and then, with his hands. They roamed over her, shoulders, collarbone, following the long line of her limbs, turning the corner at the joint of her elbows. Then he cupped her breasts, and they both moaned out loud. He took the weight of them in his hands, let his fingers brush over their cherry-tips, making her squirm.
    “Fucking beautiful,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her breasts down to his face. Olivia cried out as he began to suckle. She worried she would suffocate him, but he wouldn’t loosen his grip. He seemed to want to drown in her flesh, and it felt so good, she thought she might as well let him. Her pussy throbbed, dripping juices all over his jeans.
    “Where are you going?” he gasped as she slithered down between his legs, settling between his thighs on her knees. She undid his pants, setting his cock free.
    “Keep reading.” She nodded to the journal he’d set aside. “I want more.”
    Her stepfather moaned as she took him into her mouth. But he picked up the book and kept reading to her, sharing his words. Erotic words. Pussy. Cock. Fuck. With her name interspersed between them. It made her pussy throb with lust.
    He read as best he could, stumbling over words, stopping, then starting again only to re-read the same sentence as she touched him, exploring, up close and personal, the marvel that grew engorged between his thighs. Her fingers fluttered around the tight cut of the head, played over the hole in the tip, before tracing over each and every vein.
    Her drawings hadn’t even come close to reality. He was far more beautiful like this
    “I haven’t masturbated this much since I was a teenager,” he read, a confession. She licked the tip, tasting his precum, her eyes never leaving his face. “I get off three, four times a day sometimes, imagining the things I want to do to her. I can never decide where I want to come. Maybe because