Little Brats: Taboo A-Z Volume 1: (Forbidden Taboo Erotica) (Little Brats Boxed Sets) (2 page)

He snorted.  “Passed out is more like it.” 

She saw the way his gaze moved over her.  The pink baby doll nightie she was wearing didn’t conceal very much.  She’d overheard him arguing with her mother just a few weeks ago about what she “flounced around the house” wearing.  He said it bothered him, that she should be more modest.  But she knew the truth—he liked it.  She caught him watching her all the time. 

Her mother had scoffed at his protest, but her mother was blind.  She seemed to think that Drew was still her young, handsome personal assistant—which is how they’d met in the first place—not her husband.  She ordered him around, picked his clothes, told him who to see, who not to see.  Her mother didn’t acknowledge Drew now owned his own business, that he was no longer her subservient, but her equal.  It made Anna sick. 

“Drew, I’ve been thinking about your proposition.”  Anna played with the hem of her nightie, seeing his gaze move there, over the creamy, pale skin of her thighs.  He’d been drinking.  She could smell it.  But of course, he’d started before they even left for the party. 

“What proposition?”  He cleared his throat, sitting up on the sofa. 

“You know, cash for grades?” 

“Oh, that.”  He looked relieved and rubbed his eyes, yawning.  “Yeah, what about it?” 

“What if I don’t want cash? What if I want something else instead?” 

He frowned.  “Like what?” 

“I’ve seen you looking at me.” 

His eyes widened.  “Anna…”

“You want to see more don’t you… Daddy?” 

She never called him Daddy unless her mother was around.  The word in her mouth made what she was about to do seem even more taboo.  Anna grabbed the edge of her nightie and pulled it slowly over her head.  Drew sat, transfixed, as she cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together in her bra.  The hungry look in his eyes made her even bolder and she edged closer to him on the couch, her skirt riding up her thighs, until she was practically sitting in his lap. 

“Do you like what you see so far?”  Anna thumbed her nipples, shivering.  They were hard, tenting the pink fabric of her bra.  He didn’t answer her, but he didn’t have to.  She saw Drew looking at her hands moving over her breasts, slowly pulling down her bra, letting it play peek-a-boo with her nipples.  “Do you want to touch me?” 

Anna turned on the sofa, sliding her leg over both of his, straddling him.  Drew groaned softly, not touching her, but not stopping her either.  He looked up past the swell of her breasts, her nipples appearing just above the lace edge of her bra, meeting her eyes, and his expression was beyond words.  There was something wild and desperate in that look she wanted to reach. 

She leaned in close so her lips brushed his ear.  “I think about you when I touch myself.” 

His breath caught and his hands went to her hips.  She thought he would push her off, reprimand her, but instead he pulled her gently against his pelvis so she could feel the length of his cock through his jeans.  He was very hard and Anna’s pussy lips parted around the outline of his shaft, even through her panties, as if she could suck him into her. 

“Do you think about me, Daddy?”  She wiggled in his lap, shifting back and forth, side to side, rubbing the aching bud of her clit against the seam of his jeans.  “When you’re with my mother, are you wishing it was my little pussy you were fucking?” 

She knew it was true; it had to be.  But she wanted—needed—to hear him say it.  Drew’s hands moved over her hips, around to her ass, cupping her behind through her sheer, matching pink panties and pulling her in tight.  He groaned, finding himself face to face with the swell of her breasts, spilling completely over her pink bra cups now. 

“Fuck, Anna,”  he groaned as she arched, offering her tits to him like a gift.  “What are you doing?” 

“I think you know,”  she whispered, lifting one of her breasts and pointing a nipple toward his mouth.  “You want me.  I know you do.  I can read you like a book.” 

“Oh hell.”  He swallowed, pursing his lips as if he could keep her at bay, her nipple brushing over his mouth, his chin. 

“Tell me, Daddy.”  She cupped both breasts, pressing them together, rubbing her nipples over his rough, reddened cheeks.  “Tell me you want me.  You want me more than her.” 

“Fuck! Yes!”  He swore again, thrusting his hips toward the ceiling, taking her with him, hands still firmly pressing her into his crotch.  “Yes! Yes! I want to fuck you.  Is that what you want to hear?” 

“Yes.”  She smiled, satisfied, as he lowered his hips, bringing her back down, his breath hot against her breasts.  He caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking deeply, and she gasped, twisting in his arms, pulling out of his grasp. 

“What are you doing?”  His breath was coming fast, just as fast as hers, as she slid down to kneel between his thighs.  She unzipped him before he could protest, freeing his cock.  He was hard, the tip of his cock wet with precum.  She rubbed it in with her thumb before taking him into her mouth.  Drew moaned, watching her with an expression caught between bliss and disbelief. 

“Where did you learn to do that?”  he murmured, pushing her hair out of the way so he could watch. 

Anna let him slip briefly from between her lips to answer.  “You can learn a lot from reading books.” 

“Show me.” 

She did, swallowing his length again and again, rubbing the head of his cock over her lips and flicking at it with her tongue when she felt his thighs start to tremble and his hips rise.  She made it last, wanting to explore him with her mouth, every glorious inch.  His cock was thick, a nice, respectable length, the circumcised head fat and spongy against her tongue. 

“Easy, girlie.”  His hand in her hair slowed her when she got too excited.  “Not yet.” 

“I’m so wet,”  she murmured, licking down his shaft, flicking her tongue at the base of his cock. 

“Touch yourself,”  he urged, looking down at her hard nipples brushing against his inner thigh. 

Her pussy was wet, the crotch of her panties soaked, and she pushed them aside so she could rub her clit, moaning softly as she gently sucked the head of his cock.  Drew watched her face, eyes half-closed, lost in his own pleasure but still paying attention to hers. 

“I want to see you,”  he insisted, tugging at her hair.  “Stand up.  Show me.” 

Anna flushed, but she did as he asked, using his knees to steady herself.  She showed him her pink panties, how they were pushed aside into the crook of her thigh, her pussy lips shaved smooth.  His eyes lit up at the sight and his fisted his cock as she parted her lips with one hand and made circles around her clit with the other. 

“You’re so beautiful,”  he whispered, licking his lips.  “Would you let me taste you?” 

“Maybe.”  She smiled, her knees weak at the thought. 

“Come here.”  He reached for her, helping her step up onto the sofa, one foot on each side of him. 

Reaching around, Drew found the zipper to her skirt and slid it down.  She stepped carefully out of it, assuming the same position.  He grabbed her hips, guiding her toward his mouth, and Anna gave in to him, her knees buckling slightly.  He took the weight of her on his shoulders, his hands moving over her body as he fastened his mouth over the wet flesh of her pussy. 

“Oh God,”  she whispered, her eyes closing involuntarily.  She’d had boys do it to her before like this, but she’d never had anyone so skilled.  Drew’s tongue was relentless, flicking back and forth against her clit, teasing at first, testing her reaction.  When she moaned and thrust her hips at him, rocking toward his tongue, he slid his arms under her legs and ass, palms pressed to the small of her back, and began to suck her clit. 

“Ohhhhh Drew,”  she whispered, tweaking her own nipples to heighten the sensation, knowing it wouldn’t be long, not long at all, before she was flooding his tongue with her juices. 

He stopped just long enough to gasp, “Call me Daddy.” 

“Daddy,”  she whispered, a smile playing on her lips, a thrill going through her.  “Oh Daddy, that’s so good.  Lick my pussy, Daddy.  Make your baby girl come all over your face.” 

“Ohhhh fuck!”  Drew’s words were muffled but she understood them clearly enough.  Then there were no more words at all, because he was drowning in her flesh, devouring her pussy with mouth and tongue and teeth, driving her toward orgasm. 

“Daddy!”  she cried, knowing now it thrilled him as much as it did her.  “Oh Daddy! Daddy! You’re going to make me come!” 

“Mmmm!”  was his only response, aside from the flickering pass of his tongue over her sensitive clit.  She was so close, thighs trembling, her body completely his, and then she was coming, shuddering and spreading wide as his mouth took her places she thought she’d been but had never really seen, not like this.  The world was all bright light and sound and pure, pulsing pleasure. 

“Ohhhhh Daddy,”  she whispered as she began to come back down to earth, collapsing onto the sofa, straddling him again, this time in a sitting position. 

“Kiss me.”  He didn’t wait for her to answer.  He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, forcing his tongue onto her mouth, making her taste herself.  Anna protested at first, but his mouth was so sure, his tongue softly exploring, and she gave in, sharing the musky taste of her pussy with him. 

“I want you,”  she whispered, rubbing herself against him.  His cock was caught between them, hard and pulsing.  Her labia parted for his length and she rubbed her clit up and down the shaft, shivering at the sensation.  “I want you to fuck me, Daddy.  Please.” 

He groaned, shaking his head.  “We can’t.”

“Please.”  Anna felt him giving in and pressed on.  “Please, oh God, please, I want it.” 

“You haven’t gotten your report card yet,”  he teased, biting his lip as she rolled her hips. 

“Do you mean it?”  She rocked, back and forth, the wetness of her pussy making a slick path for his cock, up and down her slit.  “If I get all As, will you fuck me?” 

He groaned.  “You could make me come like that.” 

“Do you want me to?”  She brightened, moving faster.  They were both panting. 

“I want to come on your hot little pussy.” 

“Right here?”  Her fingers found her clit, rubbing it as she rocked and rolled, watching the pleasure on his face.  “Like this? Is this good?” 

“Perfect.” 

“Faster?” 

He nodded, holding onto her hips.  “A little faster.” 

“Harder?” 

“Oh God.”  He gasped when she grabbed his shaft in her fist, pumping him against her clit, rubbing the head over her sensitive nub.  “Yeah, baby girl, that’s good.  Tug on Daddy’s cock.” 

“Ohhhh.”  Her pussy quivered, so close, so very close.  “You feel so good Daddy.  I want your cum all over my wet cunt.” 

“Oh fuck!”  He gave into it, moaning loudly, thrusting into her hand, right against her wet pussy.  “Anna! Oh!” 

“Yes, Daddy! Yes!”  His cum was hot, shooting in thick spurts against her clit, and the sensation sent her over the edge.  She shuddered against him, whimpering as her orgasm shook her whole body, and Drew held onto her tight, letting her collapse in his arms. 

“Now what?”  In the aftermath of what she’d done, Anna flushed, hiding her face in his neck.  But oh, he was so warm, he felt so good, his strong arms wrapped around her. 

“Now you get to bed, young lady, before your mother wakes up and finds out what we’ve been up to.”  He squeezed her behind and slid her onto the sofa.  Both of them began to straighten their clothing, repairing the damage. 

Anna got up, ready to head upstairs, but she couldn’t help herself, turning around and leaning down to kiss him softly on the mouth.  “I won’t tell.  I promise.”