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

I never want it to end. Those gorgeous tits. That full, luscious ass. That sweet little mouth. I want to decorate her with my cum.”
    “Mmmm.” She licked him like an ice cream cone. Only this was so much better.
    “But her pussy.” Randall sighed, shifting his hips, moving lower to give her more access. Her hand moved underneath to cup his heavy balls and he moaned. “I can’t stop thinking about her pussy. I want to bury my face in it. I want to bury my cock in it. I want to fuck her into oblivion. Is she shaved? Does that gorgeous head of red hair translate down there on her swollen little mound? Jesus, that makes me hard.”
    “It does,” Olivia agreed. He was swelling in her hand, even now. The words had made him even harder.
    “You do.” He swallowed, licking his lips, looking at her through half-closed eyes.
    “Do you want to see it?” She sat up a little between his knees, still tugging on his cock. “My pussy? Up close, I mean?”
    He groaned at her invitation, tossing the journal and his glasses aside onto the table and reaching for her. Before she knew what was happening, he had her on the sofa, legs spread, one foot up on the back of the couch, the other almost touching the floor.
    “Jesus, Livvie,” he murmured, his breath hot against her thigh. “It’s even better than I imagined.”
    “Is it?” She could almost feel the touch of just his gaze. His kisses were feather light, framing her pussy, a sweet triangle. She moaned when his fingers began to explore, sliding through her slit, up and down at first, then side to side, opening her. She was, indeed, shaved, with just a shock of red hair appearing at the top of her cleft. His fingers played in it, tugging gently, before he parted her, this time with his tongue.
    “Oh Daddy!” she cried as swirled his tongue around, slow, torturous, making her wiggle and moan. His tongue moved lower, dipping into her honey pot, tasting. She cried out, her hands going to her own breasts, squeezing her nipples. The sensation was delicious. “Oh please, I want more… more…”
    “More?” He smiled, his finger circling her clit.
    “Please!” she cried, moving her hips as his finger slid down to push into her. “Oh Daddy, lick it. Will you lick it?”
    “I’ve been dreaming of nothing else.” His mouth covered her mound, sucking at her folds, lapping over her sensitive flesh.
    She’d imagined it a hundred, a thousand times, what it would feel like to have him between her legs, but this was nothing like that. Her fantasies paled in comparison to this man, the way his fingers probed, the soft, hot grunting sounds he made as he rutted against her flesh with his mouth, the desperate, greedy lash of his tongue.
    “Daddy!” she cried, her hands in his hair, running through his dark curls, trailing down over his neck. “Oh Daddy, don’t stop!”
    He didn’t. His tongue was pure heaven. She slipped into orbit as he fingered her deeper, the wet sound of her pussy filling the room. He sucked at her flesh, smacking his lips like he was devouring a peach and going in for more.
    “Ohhhh God, Daddeeeeee!” she moaned and bucked with her climax, her thighs trembling, her ass coming up off the sofa. Her pussy spasmed around his plunging fingers as they curled inside her, as if he could draw out every ounce of her juices.
    “Fuck,” he growled as he knelt up between her thighs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your pussy, baby. Daddy has to have it.”
    “Yes,” she panted, still coming back down to earth, opening her arms for him.
    His jeans and boxers were gone as he shoved her legs open with his, his cock hard against her mound. He kissed her and she moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. Her pussy was still throbbing with her climax and she whimpered when she felt the head of his cock riding her seam, up and down, seeking entrance.
    “I have to fuck you,” he cried, hips moving. “Please, baby, put it in.”
    “Easy,”