Read Little Brats: Fiona: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Online
Authors: Selena Kitt
“Yes!” she panted, arching her hips up toward him. He stood beside the bed, looking down at her. “More! Please!”
“Meet my mouth.” He leaned in, tongue lashing, parting her swollen labia, back and forth. “Come on. Higher.”
Fiona’s hips rose to meet his mouth as he moved up a little more. Then a little more. She moaned, rocking up and up, straining, until her hips were as high as they could possibly be, her whole body tense and trembling.
“Fuck! More!” She growled. “Lick it!”
“Backbend,” he instructed. “Full backbend. Do it. Now.”
“Bryan!” She groaned, but she arched and bent her elbows, planting her hands on the firm mattress and rising up into a full arch, her wet hair grazing the bed.
“Good girl!” he murmured his appreciation, and then he showed it to her, hands gripping her ass, helping keep her up, as he fastened his mouth over her mound. She moaned and shuddered, body drawn taut, the blood rushing to her head in its upside down stance—what blood she had left circulating that wasn’t gathered in the swollen folds of her sex.
Bryan’s mouth clamped around her, sucking and licking and biting all of her, relentlessly until she broke. Finally, finally, her climax ripped through her and she screamed as she came, her hips pushing against his mouth, fucking his face, until the last contraction had passed. She ached all over and her body threatened to collapse, but Bryan kept his hands on her ass, kneading her taut flesh.
“Don’t move.”
Oh fuck. Her head swam, black dots appearing in her vision, but she stayed in the backbend, her limbs trembling.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” He moved to stand at the end of the bed, looking at her, head cocked, his erection throbbing in his fist as he pumped it up and down.
She fought the urge to collapse, left herself like that, upside down, surrendered and completely vulnerable to him.
“I told you I could take you,” she walked her legs closer to her hands, increasing the stretch even if it made her feel dizzy. “You need someone like me.”
“Come here.” Bryan grinned as she slowly, gracefully unfolded herself, sitting up on the edge of the bed to look at him. She was face to face with his cock, and it made her mouth water.
“I said, come here.” He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, giving her ass a hard slap as he walked them into the living room. She squealed and laughed, but she wasn’t laughing when he plopped down onto the couch.
She’d barely caught her breath when he pulled her down onto his lap. As she straddled him, his cock came to rest, heavy against her stomach. Inspired, she scraped a nail down over it. He bucked and hissed, grabbing a handful of her hair. She, in turn, grabbed his cock, giving it a few harsh pumps before she lifted herself just enough to push him into her wetness.
“Damn, girl.” He gave her hair another tug.
She smiled, moving up and down on him, wanting him, needing him, deep inside her again. Her hands went to his shoulders for support and his moved to grab her breasts. Squeezing and kneading, sometimes pinching her erect buds, the sensations shot straight from nipples to her throbbing clit. She moved her own hand between her thighs, pushing the pads of her fingers to stroke that aching little nub of flesh.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said as he watched her touch herself, her flat stomach tight, not an ounce of extra flesh on her. She saw him watching her circle her clit, right at the top of her bare cleft. She was wet from his mouth, her clit sensitive, but she still wanted more.
“Let me.” He pushed her backwards, hands sliding down her ribcage, her waist, pressing back and back until she was parallel to the floor, stretched out over his legs, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her head rested against the coffee table and she had to use all her core muscles to stay in that position as his fingers spread her, thumb circling her clit.
But she didn’t just stay there. She grabbed the couch cushions in her fists for leverage and rolled her hips, It wasn’t easy in this position, but she managed to grind herself against him, round and round, satisfied when she heard him moan and pump his hips up in response.
“You little minx.” He rubbed her clit back and forth, around and around. “I’m going to make you come for me, sweet girl.”
“You better,” she gasped, biting her lip and seeing stars. “Oh fuck! Ohhhh yess!”
“Like that?” He circled and circled, the same motion, faster, faster. “You like that, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she cried, arching and letting go of the cushions so she could squeeze her nipples, sending shooting sparks of pleasure to her clit. “Ohhh yes! Daddy, I’m going to come for you! Make me come all over your big cock, Daddy!”
“Do it!” he cried, spanking her pussy with his fingers now, grinding into her clit with his palm. “Come for me! Come, baby! Come for Daddy!”
That did it. Her orgasm shook her so hard the contractions tore through her stomach, making it ripple and writhe as she sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, riding the waves like a surfer, fast and hard, completely balanced even as everything was out of control. She came all over his engorged cock, her pussy tightening again and again, making him moan and grit his teeth.
“Daddy’s going to fuck you so hard, baby girl!” He let out a low growl as he removed her from his cock and set her on the coffee table like she weighed nothing at all.
She sat there, dazed, breathless, shaking her head to try to pull it together. Her climax was still shuddering through her.
“On your knees, grunt,” he commanded, reaching down to smack the side of her hip. “Table. Now.”
She moved fast to obey, grabbing a pillow to make it a little easier on her knees, balancing on the coffee table on her knees.
“Put that ass up into the air,” he barked.
She arched her back, pushing up her ass only to have her round cheeks connect with his rough palm. A spark of heat rippled through her.
“That only makes my pussy want your cock more,” she said with a wiggle, pushing her reddened ass closer to him.
“Another challenge?” he grumbled as his hand hit her ass, big enough to hit both cheeks, rough enough to cause a hot friction and a nice sting.
She stayed strong, barely moving each time he spanked her. Only a few smacks later, he moved his arms around her waist, pushing his erection deep inside her. God, the man had perfect aim. Keeping her ass slightly raised with one arm under her waist, he rode her even harder than in the shower, if that was even possible. His cock plundered, taking what it wanted, and so did he. There was no holding back, just a complete letting go.
Fiona arched her back, pussy throbbing as he pounded deep, deeper still, his hands gripping her hips. He liked this position and so did she. She loved the feeling of him behind her, the slick smack of their bodies as they fucked, the way he could get as deep inside her as possible. But she wanted more still. She wanted to see him, watch his cock impale her.
“Wait, wait!” she cried.
“You give up?” he snorted, sounding smug.
“No.” She snorted, shifting forward and sliding off his cock. She climbed down off the coffee table and stretched out on the rug in front of the fire, reaching her arms out for him. “Come here!”
“What do you want?” He knelt between her legs, his eyes bright in the firelight as she grasped him in her fist, pumping him fiercely.
“I want to watch you fuck me, Daddy.”
He groaned at her words as she aimed him, lifting her hips to meet his thrust as he slipped into her wet hole. She welcomed him with a snug, heated squeeze, arching her back, showing him her body in the firelight. He looked down at her, his gaze sweeping over her rounded breasts, nipples hard, pursed, belly tight and smooth, the dip of her waist, hip bones like wings, a sweet V leading to the bare crest of her mound.
Fiona gripped his biceps, digging her nails in as he began to move again. She lifted her head so she could watch her stepfather fuck her, his shaft thick and red, swollen with the blood pumping through his veins, parting the pink labyrinth of her sex. He stayed propped above her, watching too, the place where they were joined. Each driving thrust brought them closer and closer to climax.
“Oh Fiona, you feel so good,” he groaned, moving faster, deeper. “You make Daddy’s cock so fucking hard.”
“I know.” She licked her lips. “I love your big cock in me, Daddy. I’ve wanted it for so long. So very long.”
“Oh fuck,” he whispered, biting his own lip. “Look at that. Look at Daddy’s cock going into your hot little pussy.”
“Mmmm, yes,” she agreed, looking down at his shaft disappearing between her legs, and then lifting her eyes to meet his gaze. “I love it. I love the way you fuck me.”
It wasn’t rough now, but tender, and still, so fucking hot. The friction building between them rose higher and higher as they panted, working for it together. She’d spent hours working out with this man, pushing her body to its limits, and here she was doing it again, with a far bigger payoff than an endorphin rush.
“Are you Daddy’s girl.” His eyes searched hers. “Are you mine, Fiona? Say it!”
“Yes!” She lifted her hips to meet his, reaching down to feel him entering her. “I’m yours, Daddy. I’m your girl. My pussy is all yours. Take it. Take me. Oh God, Daddy, please, make me come for you!”
Her clit throbbed under her fingertips as he groaned and redoubled his efforts, hips moving all on their own, without thought or consciousness. They were joined together, two becoming one. They weren’t just man and woman anymore, father and daughter, they were something primal, animal. They weren’t having sex, they
were
sex. They weren’t fucking—
they were fuck.
Pure, raw, animal fuck.
“Fuccckkkkkk!” The word ripped from his throat and he plowed into her flesh like he could split her apart with his cock. “Ohhh fuck! I’m going to come!”
“Daddy! Daddy, yes!” She clung to him, her shuddering little form nothing compared to the force of him as he exploded, his cock erupting like a volcano full of white hot lava, emptying himself into the wet clench of her cunt. “Oh fuck, Daddy, my pussy feels so good! You make it so fucking good! Ahhhhh!”
Their climaxes left them gasping, breathless, him heavy on top of her, both trying to catch their breath. She blinked against the stars that floated before her eyes as she trembled with scorching aftershocks of her powerful orgasm.
“I think I won that one,” she taunted him.
“You’re relentless.” He laughed.
“You have no idea,” she challenged, seeing the light in his eyes. “But first, a woman also needs to eat!”
Naked, they ate the partially cooled steaks she’d left sitting on the stove when she’d gone to find him. After devouring their food, they went back to devouring each other. From one room to the other, in one dominating position after the other, they fucked. From the kitchen counter to the floor and back to the shower, they played a game of cat and mouse—chasing, teasing and fighting as they grabbed and kissed and bit.
Fiona even dared a few hard swats at his rock hard ass when they dried themselves again, getting into an erotic wrestling match when he grabbed her. Limbs tangled together, cock deep inside her again, they rolled over the bed to the floor, him breaking her fall, reminding her of the moment they shared back home months ago.
This time they laughed as they ascended toward that glorious, rugged apex again. Far after midnight, bodies sore and spent in the best way possible, they fell asleep wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire. By morning, she awoke to find him looking at her, a smile on his face as he lay beside her, legs still tangled, propped up on one elbow.
“You look like you got a good workout,” he joked playing with her hair.
“I can only imagine the state I’m in,” she said as she looked past him at the sunlight streaming in through the window. “Looks like the storm has broken.”
“In some ways, yes, but in others, it’s just begun,” he teased.
“I’m ready for another storm,” she challenged, kissing him hard.
He moved until he was on top of her, grabbing her wrists in his big hands and pinning them above her head.
“I win,” he stated.
“Not until I surrender, sir,” she replied as she wrapped her legs around him and moved her hips to sheath him within her folds.
“Don’t call me sir,” he growled, starting to fuck her again, their eyes meeting in perfect understanding and she couldn’t help the smile that crept over her face. “I work for a living.”
The End
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