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Authors: Selena Kitt
Little Brats: Taboo A-Z Volume 1: (Forbidden Taboo Erotica) (Little Brats Boxed Sets) (18 page)
His head shot up and she watched him, wide-eyed, as he looked over her shoulder.
“It’s noon,” he said, reading her clock out loud. “How did we sleep until noon?”
Looking down at her, he cradled her face in his hands. “Don’t worry. At this hour she expects me to be in the stables. If she comes this way, I’ll hide in your closet like a school boy.”
She bit her lip rather than giggle with the thrill of it, of their deception and their love, the emotion still so fresh in his eyes when he looked at her. The thrill of the waiting, the listening for Tatyana’s every move as they cuddled together, left her ready, wanting him again even as he grew hard against her back. The slamming of the bedroom door down the hall made him stiffen against her, ready to spring from her bed if necessary. Yet, without pause, Tatyana walked down the stairs bellowing for help.
They heard more footsteps, more shuffling, followed by Tatyana’s bark for her jacket and purse. When a
“Good day, ma’am,”
was uttered several long minutes later, Eva and Daniel sighed in relief, rising from the bed.
“Stay here,” he insisted, patting her arm before turning to grab for his clothes.
She watched as he wrestled his gorgeous body into clothes and crept out her door. The room took on a sudden chill, real or imagined, it didn’t matter, so she rose to grab some clothes of her own. Pacing, she listened for his footsteps with the patience of a small child. He was taking too long. Finally, she went to his room.
Walking through the open door, she found him sitting on his bed, papers clutched in one hand. He turned to look at her with glazed eyes, an expression she couldn’t quite read.
“What is it? What are those papers?” she asked, unable to hide the panic in her voice.
“Freedom, my dear.” A smile teased the corners of his mouth.
“What do you mean?”
“Your mother has served me with divorce papers.”
“What?”
“All she asks of me—other than a great fortune of course, which she can have and good riddance to them both—is that I release her of her burden, one she claims to have carried for far too long.”
“Me?” Eva gasped. “She wants to be rid of me?”
“I’m sorry Eva.” He frowned. “She doesn’t see past her own needs to find the best in others. You’re over eighteen now. She wants me to set you up in an apartment, pay for your college, and make you work off your debt to me in the stables.”
“What are you sorry for?” Eva felt her body flood with relief. She was light-headed, almost giddy.
“How she treated you,” he replied. “You deserve so much better than she ever offered.”
“Are you kidding?” Eva threw her arms around his neck and plopped down in his lap. “She gave me a father, and now a lover, and dare I hope, a home with someone who loves me, Papen’ka.”
“As wrong as it is, I love when you call me your Papa in your native tongue. My little nymphet, you stay as long as you want. Forever, I hope. We’ll go buy a new bedroom set today and move you into the master bedroom with me. What do you say to that?” He looked at her hopefully, as if she might actually say no. Was he joking?
“I say yes!” Leaning in, she kissed him. Dropping the papers carelessly to the floor, he cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her back, branding her as his own, making her lips swell under the harsh brush of his.
Pulling away, leaving her breathless, he said, “No time to waste. Let’s drop off the papers, signed, to my lawyer and then go shopping.”
“Don’t we have a little time?” Eva pouted, wiggling in his lap.
“Well… maybe a little.” He grinned, the papers in his hands dropping to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Oh no!” Eva hopped up, gathering the papers and setting them aside neatly on the night table. “Have to keep those safe. They’re important.”
“Not as important as you,” he assured her, reaching a hand out. “Now come here and tell me how much you want me.”
She leaped on him, already talking dirty—in Russian, of course.
The End
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By Selena Kitt
Chubby Tina thinks she couldn’t hate herself any more than she already does, when she overhears her skinny mother telling a friend, “We’re going to be stuck with Tina forever. No guy is ever going to want her.” It’s her first year of college, and she vows to move in with a girlfriend instead of stay with her parents anymore. That is, until her stepfather catches her with going out the door in the middle of the night with a suitcase. Tina finally, tearfully confesses, and is surprised by her stepfather’s insight and perspective—and how willing he is to show her just how beautiful and loveable he thinks she really is.
EXCERPT:
“What the hell?” she whispered, licking her lips and leaning in to get a closer look. She knew her stepfather watched porn—that’s why the adult pay channels had been locked—but not
this
kind of porn. The girl on the screen wasn’t the usual dyed-blond porn-type with long, tanned legs and fake breasts and a tiny waist. This was a
real
girl, about her age, she guessed—thick and curvy. Her breasts were definitely real. She could tell.
Tina clicked the little triangle in the middle of the screen to make the video play. The sound was off, but she watched as the guy parted the girl’s chubby thighs, her pussy shaved smooth, her lips swollen, red and fat as he smacked them with the head of his cock. The girl’s head went back as he slid his cock home. She reached for him, and her breasts began to sway as he fucked her. Yep, definitely real, Tina noted.
She found the sound and turned it up, frowning when nothing came out of the speakers. Then she noticed the ear buds on her stepfather’s big, antique desk, plugged into the laptop. She slipped them into her ears, the sound of fucking filling her head, sending a hot jolt of excitement down between her legs. She followed the sensation with her hand, cupping her mound, rubbing it over her panties—she was wearing just those and a t-shirt, ready for bed—as she watched the girl on the screen get pounded.
She looks like me.
She did—at least a little. Definitely her body type, and even her coloring.
“Ohhhh Daddy, yes, fuck your little girl’s tight baby pussy!”
Tina gaped at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the older man fucking the younger girl on her stepfather’s computer wasn’t
really
that girl’s daddy. That would be illegal. And wrong. But… but somehow the thought that it
might
be, just the fantasy of it, made her pussy ache like it never had before.
Tina leaned back in the big leather chair, putting one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread, rubbing her clit through her panties. Her arousal was so instantaneous that they were sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.
“You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.
“Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.
“Oh God,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.
“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.
“I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.
Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.
The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the tell-tale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.
She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh God—if he found her here…