Little Brats: Fiona: Forbidden Taboo Erotica (3 page)

She supposed she couldn’t blame him. She’d overstepped her bounds and she knew it. He wasn’t the type of man to cheat, even if he wanted to. It was one of the things she admired about him. They’d managed to repair their father-daughter relationship over time, burying their feelings, that incredible urge to let nature take its course. She put all her frustrations into working out, and he did too. It had made them both tight, toned and incredibly fit.

Fiona glanced up, listening. She didn’t hear him talking on the phone. Where was he? She didn’t want to put her special o olive oil and balsamic vinegar dressing on the salad until they were ready to eat, so she put it aside and went to check on him in his room.

“Bry?” The door was cracked, but there was no response.

She pushed the door open. Bryan’s iPhone was on the floor, about a foot beneath a phone-shaped gouge in the drywall. The screen blinked through cracked glass. Walking into the empty room, she picked up the phone, seeing the voicemail page up. Trying to hit the play button on the now -distorted screen, her mother’s voice floated into the room, emotionless as usual.

“I’m not coming, and I won’t be here when you get back. I’ve filed for divorce and will be moved into my new place by the time you’re back from your trip.”

She didn’t even mention me
, Fiona realized.

Her attention was drawn by the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She poked her head in and saw him through the frosted glass of the huge two-person shower. With his palms against the wall, head down, defeated, the water streamed down his naked shoulders. She followed its path down his strong, broad back, his naked backside and powerful thighs.

She’d never seen the man bow his head, not to anyone, in any situation. Her stomach dropped. She didn’t know how her mother could be so stupid as to give up on a man like him. Never having seen him even close to broken, she felt compelled as she walked toward the shower and stepped in, clothes and all. As if possessed, she moved to him. When she touched his back, his forehead fell to touch the wall. She felt him shake as he let out a long, deep breath—whether it was anger or sadness, she didn’t know, but she swore she could feel him sobbing, screaming inside.

Running her hands through the stream of water, over the tense muscles of his back, she welcomed the heat of the spray that soaked the thin t-shirt and yoga pants she’d put on after her own shower. Moving into him, letting her breasts, her stomach, press into his back, she reached around to his stomach. She ran her hands over his chest, splaying her fingers to fit over the huge, hard mounds of his pecs.

When he didn’t move, she ran her fingers down over his six pack ABS, appreciating each dip and each rise as she felt him shudder. By the time she reached down to wrap her fingers around his cock, he let out a low cry-like moan that tore from his throat. She slid her fist down his shaft until the side of her hand thumped against his balls, hearing him emit a low growl.

He turned on her then, so fast she had no choice but to move a step back lest she be thrown to the ground. Something burned in his eyes. She saw it even though he blinked from the spray of water. Stepping and reaching at the same time, he put his hands on her hips and spun her around. She sucked in her own deep breath as he peeled down both her pants and panties in one swift tug. She managed to step out of the material cuffed around her ankles as he bent her over, pushing her with one hand heavy until her palms flattened against the small bench along the side of the shower.

He used a knee to part her legs, widening her stance. Thankfully, he had a firm enough grasp on her that she couldn’t slide anywhere. With one hand, he pressed his fingers between her folds, she guessed to check her for wetness. Finding it, he growled again, the sound fierce, primal, as his fingers disappeared, replaced by his hard cock pressing against her opening.

Letting him just take her, neither of them said a word, only grunted and groaned, raw, primal cries as he forced his way into her body, hard, making her stomach coil from the welcome invasion. He stretched her as no man ever had before, and she rode the glorious touch of pain as her inner walls adjusted to his girth. His fingers dug in. It only took a few thrusts before he managed to bury himself as far as he could, balls-deep inside her.

In and out, he pounded her, swift, jerky movements, the tip of his erection hitting that soft spot inside of her that made her see stars. Her stomach contracted, fluttered, contracted again. Their breath came in harsh pants as she squeezed him, the muscles in her pussy just as toned as the rest of her. The steam rose up around them, the hot water streaming over their heated flesh, the wet smack of their bodies, the hard, driving sound of their sex, filling the small space, echoing off the tile.

“Fuck me harder!” Fiona panted, arching up to meet him, onto her toes, grinding her hips into his. “Harder! Fuck! Harder!”

She wanted more. He was so fucking strong, grabbing her hips, the deep throb of his cock buried in her womb again and again, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted the full blast of him, every bit of energy and motion he could muster.

“Oh baby, take it. Take my big fucking cock!”

“Yes!” she gasped at those dirty, naughty words. She wanted to take it, to take all of him.

He reached around and grabbed her wrists, pulling them behind her back, forcing her breasts to jut forward, her shoulder blades folding like wings as he rammed his dick home. He pulled hard, hands wrapped around her wrists, using her whole body as leverage, working his cock between the wet, swollen, aching folds of her flesh.

“Give it to me!” She moaned, writhing, squirming back against him, nearly bent in half now, her cheek against the bench. “Give me all of it, Daddy! Take that pussy! Make it yours!”

“Holy fuck,” he groaned. She was afraid, at first, he might stop when she reminded them both exactly what was happening here, but her words had the opposite effect. If she thought she was being fucked hard before, she was in for a surprise when he whirled her around and lifted her in his arms as easily as if he were picking up a child.

“Daddy!” Her eyes widened as he thrust up with perfect aim and impaled her on his pole, the head of his cock buried so deep she thought she could feel it somewhere near her navel.

“Did I hurt you, baby?” He had her pinned to the tile, spread like a butterfly.

“No!” She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, rolling her hips, feeling his dick hitting every part of her inside.

Fiona slipped a hand behind his neck, kissing him deeply, sucking on his tongue, drawing it into her mouth. He grunted at her response, beginning to thrust, which made her moan and break the kiss just so she could take a breath.

“That’s so good,” she murmured, biting at his thick neck, the solid hunk of flesh of his shoulder. “Your cock feels so fucking good!”

“Oh baby, you’re so tight,” he moaned, his hands gripping her ass as he fucked her higher and higher up the wall. “So motherfucking tight…”

“It gets tighter,” she assured him, squeezing her muscles, making him cry out as if he were in pain. “And tighter.”

She did it again, harder this time, satisfied by the deep, guttural growl he gave her, the faster, deeper thrusts, completely out of control. He fucked her like an animal, driving her higher, higher, literally and figuratively. Her back slid up the tile as Bryan stepped up onto the shower bench. Fiona’s head nearly touched the ceiling and she swore he was going to fuck her into oblivion, all the way to the heavens.

“Oh baby, I can’t stop it,” he groaned when he felt the first flutter of her pussy around him, her climax imminent. “I’m going to come!”

“Yes!” she cried, teetering on the precipice. “Come for me, Daddy! Fill me with all that hot fucking cum! I want it—give it all to me!”

He let out a low groan, shuddering into her and burying himself to the hilt, grinding deep, their bodies stuck together in a quivering, wet mass. Fiona’s orgasm made her tremble, her ears ringing, pussy snapping around his throbbing cock again and again, milking every sweet blast of his cum from his tightly-drawn-up sac. They both cried out in unison, riding the frantic wave of pleasure, blooming fast and then exploding deep within. As she came back down, tiny pulses of pleasure still shaking her to her core, Bryan slowly let her go, their bodies sliding down the tile until he was standing, still holding her close. .

His scruffy cheek against hers, he pulled her into the spray of water. Sitting on the floor, his arms around her, he pulled her down onto his lap. Yanking her soaked t-shirt from her, he then stripped her of her bra before curling her into his arms under the water. Their eyes forced closed by the warm flow of water as her head came to rest against his chest, he kissed her cheek as he rocked her. Having moved so swiftly from rough to loving, she took a moment just to feel him so close, skin to skin.

“I don’t know whether to apologize or thank you,” he said, his voice low but soft in her ear.

“You don’t have to do either.” She snuggled into him, luxuriating in his naked flesh. “I’ve wanted you for so long. You mean the world to me—you raised me, loved me, when my mother couldn’t.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, sighing. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t…”

“Don’t you dare!” She pulled back to look at him, glaring. “Don’t you dare reject me again! I can’t… please… I know you want me. I know you love me. I can feel it.”

She put her hand on his chest, over the slow, steady beat of his heart. Resting, it was as low as sixty beats a minute. The man was in better shape than some teenagers she knew.

“Fiona, I…” He shook his head, meeting her eyes, and she saw what she wanted there. If only he would say it. “Oh hell. Yes, sweetheart. Yes. I love you. I want you. I do. I’ve denied myself so long…”

“You don’t have to deny it anymore.” She pressed herself fully against him, straddling, feeling his cock, still slick and half-hard, trapped between them. “She might not have wanted you, but I do. I can take it. Everything, anything you want to do to me, I can take it all.”

“Anything?” He raised his eyebrows. “That sounds like a challenge, little lady.”

“It is.” She stood up then, completely naked before him, round breasts heaving, stomach tight, ass clenched. “Take me any way you want, wherever you want, however you want. Not only can I take it, but I
want
it. I
love
it. I’m not a pussy and you know it. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m a grown woman and I can match you, Sarge. So yeah, it is a fucking challenge.”

An odd sound, a grunt mixed with a growl, more animal snarl than human noise, erupted from him his throat as he stood, making her instantly feel like prey. Both fully exposed and unashamed, facing each other, he roughly grabbed her arm and led her from the shower, hitting the button that shut the multi-nozzled showerhead down.

He threw a big burgundy towel at her. Unsure, unable to read his face, she took it and began to dry, following his lead as he did the same.

“You think you can take me?” he asked as he towel-dried his now-growing erection. “You’ve no idea what I want—my appetite, my needs.”

“I have some idea.” She nodded toward the shower where they’d just fucked like animals as she roughly moved her towel over her breasts, mimicking him. “And I think you underestimate me.”

Letting the towel drop to the floor, she slid her hands over her stomach, moving one to her breast, the other to her mound. He watched, a light in his eyes, as she squeezed fiercely, pinching her clit with one hand, her nipple with the other.

“Not only can take it, I
want
it.” She hissed the words this time, her voice hitching as the pain turned to pleasure, making her tremble with her need, to be taken by force. No man had ever taken her the way Bryan had. It hadn’t exhausted or sated her. It had simply made her crave
more.

“Game on then,” he growled, right before he scooped her up in his arms.

With long strides, he walked them into the bedroom and literally dropped her onto the bed. Her body hit the mattress and bounced, shaking her tits just slightly as she held her ground, returning his steely stare. His erection jumped when she let her knees fall open to him, a dare. He pounced, big hands gripping her inner thighs, pressing her into a full, wide open stretch, so far she felt the burn, a taut ache.

She let out a moan, but it wasn’t a cry of pain, as he lowered his mouth and literally began to eat her. His tongue swiped flat along her folds—she was hairless all over, completely waxed to avoid chafing when she worked out—sometimes trying to push inside her, sometimes licking up her juices. He sucked her wet, swollen pussy lips into his mouth, biting, getting rougher with her, encouraged by her blissful mews and howls of pleasure.

He kept her spread wide open, knees out to the side in a parallel stretch. Her body began to sing, her clit throbbing. He seemed to know what she wanted as he sucked it into his mouth, spanking it with his tongue. Fiona was stretched so tightly she felt like she might snap, like a guitar string wound too tight.

“You like that?” He stopped his clitoral tongue-abuse for just a moment to ask. “You want more!”

“Yes!” she cried, squirming under the press of his hands. He had her pinned, she couldn’t move. “Oh fuck, yes! Lick me! Lick my wet pussy!”

“Mmmm.” His eyes lit up as he backed away just slightly, his hands sliding up to her knees. Her thighs burned from the stretch she’d been in for so long. “You want my mouth?”