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

her lip, flushing when she realized he was fantasizing.  Probably about fucking Ursula’s mother. 
     
    Oh, this is sooooo wrong. 
     
    Yeah, so, it was, but still, she couldn’t stop watching.  Her mind kept returning to that afternoon, to the fantasy that Jill had sparked inside of her. 
     
    “That’s it, open up for Daddy.” 
     
    Daddy?
     
    Ursula swallowed hard. 
     
    “I’m gonna fill your hot little cunt with all my cum, baby.  Are you ready for it?”
     
    Oh hell.  Ursula couldn’t breathe. 
     
    “I’m gonna fill you up and put a baby in your belly.  Do you want that?”
     
    Oh God.  Oh God oh God oh God. 
     
    Ursula cupped her mound, rocking her hand over the swollen folds, trying not to whimper as she watched him stroke it faster, harder, and God help her, she was imagining herself on top of him, riding his thick shaft. 
     
    “Ohhhh baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.  “Fucckkk Ursula, I’m gonna come up inside you, baby! Oh baby! Baby! Fuckkk!”
     
    Ursula gasped, a hand moving swiftly to cover her mouth as he brought himself to a rough, swift orgasm, growling, practically howling at the moon as he came, a fierce beast of a man.  Except the fact the man always had a clean shaven face, and sported not a single strand of hair on his chest, he could have been a wild beast, some wolf man silhouetted in the night. 
     
    Ursula padded softly back to her room, forgetting her original errand, her body buzzing with sexual tension again.  She couldn’t it out of her mind—the strings of cum that had shot from his cock, landing on his stomach, practically sparkling in the moonlight.  And he’d called her name!
     
    Her mind was playing tricks on her.  He couldn’t have really said her name.  Did he? What else could it have been? Ursula was a pretty damned specific name.  If he’d called out Jane, eh could have been talking about his wife, or he could have been fantasizing about Jane Seymour.  But there weren’t that many Ursulas in the world. 
     
    She sat on the edge of her bed, trembling, remembering the way he had shot his come, like a geyser.  In her mind, she saw the stuff as some magical elixir, just what she needed to get what she wanted, and yet, it seemed so hard to come by.  Still, there it was, wasted.  It had become a burden, a mess to clean up, gone with a swipe of Kleenex, instead of where it should have been—swimming up to meet an egg to make a baby.  Her baby.  Their baby. 
     
    “What the hell is wrong with me?” she whispered to herself. 
     
    She couldn’t get over the way the sight had made her feel—barren, empty.
     
    It seemed like such a waste. 
     
    Rolling over, grabbing her iPhone, she opened it and found her “PinkPad” app.  The one that kept track of her period.  She looked at her ovulation chart.  She’d been keeping one, even though she couldn’t possibly afford artificial insemination.  But, her needs, her thoughts often got the better of her, and she’d many times contemplated going out for a night, having a one night stand, maybe a couple of them, each month when she ovulated until she found herself pregnant.
     
    But caution held her back.  Without a condom, sex wasn’t safe these days with guys you didn’t know.  And she’d never known her father, a fact that bothered her a great deal.  Did she want to do that to her own child? In reality, no. 
     
    She let the longing inside take her, wash her away with spinning circles of thoughts.  Mikey in her arms, his bright smile.  Jill in her arms, kissing her as they laid together naked.  Her stepfather’s cum shooting up into the night. 
     
    Her pulse sped up, as much with pain and need as with lust and envy.  If she was being honest with herself, she had to admit that she had always thought Mitch was sexy.  Her fantasy, the one that had finally pushed her over the edge that afternoon with Jill, had been eerily similar to her stepfather’s words that