Read Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave Online

Authors: Scarlett Skyes

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Cal drove his length through my
hymen like it was a piece of wet rice-paper and forced himself into
me all the way to the hilt. Through my daze of pain I was able to
offer up a prayer of thanks to any God that might be listening that
he had used lubricant. I had the twin sensations of being split in
half and being on fire between my legs and I whimpered with the
intensity of it.

He took a few moments,
presumably to savour the treasure he had just taken from me, before
pulling back, fanning the flames that were already out of control.
I whimpered again, a sound that was cut off by Cal’s second thrust
into my body, which was punctuated by our bodies clapping
together.

From there, the enigmatic
billionaire quickly ramped up to a furious pace, shaking my entire
body and roughly fucking me until my virginity was a distant
memory. At some point I realised my whimpers of pain had reverted
back to moans of pleasure and it was with no small sense of relief
that I felt my climax building up again, having been driven into
hiding temporarily by the strain of taking a massive cock for the
first time.

Smack!

My head shot up off the sheets
in response to the spanking Cal had just given me, but he pushed it
back down again.

Smack!

My ass stung on both cheeks as
Cal resumed his furious pace, jack-hammering into my body with what
felt like enough power to shatter concrete. The flames of pain had
now turned into a fire of pure pleasure and I felt my orgasm about
to explode when he pulled out once more. I felt like I was going to
cry
and flipped myself over, spreading my legs for him.

“Fuck me
hard
, Daddy!” I
screamed again for good measure.

Cal tore my flimsy nighty apart,
exposing my breasts, and moved over me, his huge cock seeming to
guide itself straight back to my sex, which felt so very empty
without him now. I yelled my pleasure out when he resumed his
previous breakneck pace and savoured the feeling of his balls
slapping on my ass. With a finger and thumb tweaking one of my
nipples, Cal whispered in my ear.

“Soon… wait… soon…
now
.”

Like I was his little fuck
puppet, I finally felt the buzzing explosion of my orgasm rock my
body, my pussy squeezing him even harder with every pulse of
pleasure as if I was milking him. Right in my ear I heard a grunt
of release and Cal slammed his cock into me with his most powerful
thrust yet, a huge torrent of semen splashing inside my well-fucked
teen vagina.

All I could do was hang on for
dear life as pleasure I never knew existed in the world hummed
through me while spurt after spurt of Cal’s sperm filled me up. I
couldn’t believe how much he came, he had said he’d been saving it
up for me, but I knew he had fucked my Mom within the last week,
just how fertile he was… I supposed I would find out soon
enough.

Finally spent, Cal rolled off me
and laid himself alongside my still-twitching body as I did what I
could to catch my breath, a sheen of sweat standing out on my
forehead. At last I felt more or less normal, aside from the
lasting sting of being roughly fucked in my pussy and the spreading
warmth of his seed inside me, and looked over at him.

Cal appeared deep in thought and
I sat up, moving between his legs. Without prompting, I began to
lick his balls, working my way up until I had cleaned every trace
of our encounter from him. The billionaire watched with rapt
attention as I performed this unexpected task, my eyes never
leaving his face.

I sat up and gave him my biggest
lost-puppy look. “Will you marry my Mom?”

“That’s quite a proposal, Nova.
I think I will. Congratulations, life is going to be very different
from now on.”

###

About the Author

Scarlett Skyes

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Although trained as a nurse I am now able to pursue writing as a
full-time career thanks to a supportive partner who is perfect
aside from needing to realise I don't necessarily want to do
*everything* that I write about.
I live waaaay down under but I have also lived in the UK for a
period of time and used the opportunity to travel into continental
Europe as much as possible. I hope to return one day!

Also from Scarlett Skyes

Filthy Rich 2

Eighteen year old, Nova Thatcher, was
left sore for days after billionaire Cal Willis took her virginity
rough and bareback in his mansion, but he's following through on
his promise and marrying Nova's mother just like he said he would
and now life will never be the same for this formerly poor girl.
Despite her initial reluctance about Cal using her body for sex and
an heir, Nova soon finds herself craving Cal's attention again, but
the busy billionaire almost seems to have forgotten about her. That
is until the reception at the wedding, where Nova gets a little
drunk and flirtatious with some of the guests. Then Cal has to
teach her another lesson and remind her just who her body belongs
to now.

His Brat’s Fertile First Time: Blaire – Candy Quinn

“Jeremy is a total asshole,”
Samantha sneers, laying back on her pool chair, her bikini lightly
strung around her neck. Samantha is hot as the Sahara, but then, so
are all of my friends. But none of them can be honest with me, not
like her. With her dark brown hair and pale green eyes, she doesn’t
look as vicious as she could be, at least not in that traditional
high school sense.

Though in three days we’ll be
out of that hellhole, for good. So why am I so miserable that
Jeremy dumped me just before finals? I saw it coming, after all. I
mean, he’s going to New York to study theater of all things. I
figured once he left school he was planning on coming out of the
closet anyways. Four years of football and grunting in the men’s
locker room was sure to set his mind going.

But I’m still heartbroken. I
could hide it from everyone except Samantha.

I turn onto my stomach, my
fingers finding the string on the back of my bikini and unfastening
it. I have the house to myself when my dad’s at work, and we don’t
have an exam today, so why not get a little sun?

It feels so good on my already
tanned skin, and I open my eyes to look at Samantha. My gaze is
shielded by my dark glasses, and I look over her huge tits, her
perfect stomach, and toned thighs.

Men would kill for her, I know
that, because she makes me hate her with envy and want to go a
little gay. The thought distracts me from Jeremy for a second as I
imagine running my mouth over her body, tasting her hidden
areas.

“Earth to Blaire, hello?”

My cheeks flush, and I tuck some
of my blonde hair behind my ear.

“Fuck him,” I say, crassly. I
didn’t care. It’s not like we ever fucked. He was my arm candy,
just like I was his. Or so I kept telling myself. In reality, I was
holding out ‘til prom night to give it up to him, but I guess that
isn’t going to happen anymore.

So I’m going to college a
virgin.

Not like I’ll be the first, and
I know once I get there, I won’t have any trouble getting laid.

Samantha might be perfect, but
truth is, we’re pretty damn similar, except I’m blonde and my eyes
are more of an icy blue, and my skin holds a tan better than her,
even if I do freckle a little. Plus she has tits where I, well,
don’t. My daddy — well, step-father — has promised me a boob job
for my graduation present, if I want it.

“Once you get to college, you’re
going to have to be beating those guys off with a stick,” she says,
her full lips pulled into a wide, toothy grin.

“Phrasing, Samantha,” I say, but
I’m laughing, rolling back onto my stomach and tugging my bikini
top off, tossing it to the side. I don’t care that I’m topless
around her. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve sunbathed
together, and she barely even blinks. I blame my flat chest for
that, and let out a soft sigh as my nipples stiffen with a gust of
warm, spring air.

“Well, you’ll want to beat them
off with something better than a stick in that way. Try your hand,”
she retorts.

The sunglasses hide my pained
expression as I speak, “I just figured he was the one I wanted to
be my first, that’s all.”

Samantha giggles, cruelly, as
she tosses her sunhat to the side, looking up at the sky. She
usually has no shame, but today she’s keeping her bikini fastened,
and I feel a little uneasy about that, but I try to push it away.
I’m just a bit delicate, that’s all, I try to tell myself. Reading
into things that aren’t there.

“I can’t get over the fact that
you’re a fucking virgin, Blaire. You’re hotter than anyone else at
school, and I know more than a half dozen guys that have been
pleading for a chance at your puss. Maybe prom can be your big
night,” she teases.

And then there’s the sound of a
man clearing his throat.

I turn, and gape at my
step-father, standing there in his suit.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it
weren’t so intimidating. So tall, statuesque and good looking.

Yeah, my daddy’s a real hunk,
alright. Nothing to be done about that. With his broad shoulders
and fit physique, there was no wonder he stole my mother’s heart.
He could steal any woman’s heart, I imagine. He even has blonde
hair and emerald eyes that glitter in the light, like he was
unreal, some figment of the imagination. A handsome, rugged older
man, with confidence and the success to back it up.

“You two ladies are obviously
cutting loose… and cutting class,” he remarks in that deep, husky
voice of his.

My arm goes across my chest, and
I’m mortified. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there
watching us, and I’m squirming uncomfortably.

Samantha, meanwhile, is
seductively lowering her sunglasses and smiling at him.

“Exams, Mr. Cartwright,” she
says with a sensual lilt to her voice that makes me want to melt
into the ground as I grope for my bikini top. Unfortunately for me,
I had flicked it just out of reach.

Daddy bends down, laying his
briefcase to the ground before casually making his way across the
patio, his shiny black shoes clicking upon the poolside as he
waltzes on in like nothing was amiss.

“I see,” he remarks, looking us
both over before he flips up his own sunglasses, letting his green
eyes soak us in. “And I guess no study is necessary, huh?” he says,
one hand in his pocket, as he looks at us so casually, from
Samantha to me and back again.

My lips tremble as I look to
Samantha, then to Daddy, praying she doesn’t say anything else.

“We studied all morning, daddy,
I promise, but we just wanted to get some sun before supper. It
helps us think!” I lie, and I know it’s a lie. Every time I lay out
in the sun, I’m zapped of all energy and definitely don’t want to
think at all.

“Besides, Mr. Cartwright,”
Samantha pitches in, “you know we’re both shoe-ins for College. I
mean, look at us,” she says, shimmying her shoulders and making her
large breasts jiggle.

I don’t know what was worse: the
fact that she did that, or that my daddy openly watched her do
it!

“Mmhmm,” he says as if listening
to someone make a pitch to him at his office, that skeptical look
upon his face as he studies us again. “Just a moment ladies,” he
says, holding up a finger, and I felt like my life was at an end.
I’m absolutely certain he’s gonna come back and end us!

“Oh shit, we’re in for it now,
Samantha,” I say, as I get up and make to grab for my bikini top,
but daddy returns quicker than I anticipated. And strangely, it’s
with three wine glasses and a bottle in tow.

“Since you’re both such
shoe-ins, I guess a bit of celebration is in order with your
relaxation, no?” he says, as he lays the glasses down on the deck
table and pours some of the shiraz up into each of the three
glasses. “Here you go sweetie,” he says, offering me one first.

I feel like it’s a trap, but
Samantha’s looking at me with a dangerous glint of excitement in
her eyes, and everything’s happening so fast.

I reach out to take it, but in
my panic, I’m reaching out with the wrong hand, flashing him all
over again.

This is the worst day of my
life. I get dumped, and now I’m accidentally flashing my own
step-father.

I accept it quickly, trying to
hide my breasts once more.

But despite it all, daddy smiles
at me with that usual, loving expression, linking our gaze a while
before he turns his attention to Samantha, handing her glass, which
she takes daintily but without hesitation.

“Thank you, Mr. Cartwright,” she
says, smiling so brazenly at him as she helps herself to a sip.

Much to my surprise, daddy
raises his glass in a toast to us and sits back in one of the
chairs, loosening his tie before taking a sip and lounging in the
sun.

“I suppose there’s no point in
wasting such a beautiful, free day for any of us, is there ladies?”
he says casually, as if we are any other beautiful women, and not
his daughter and her best friend.

He’s being so fucking casual
about it all, that I kind of feel like trying to put on the bikini
top is going to be harder than it seems, and draw way too much
attention to it. Besides, now I only have one hand free.

But my nerves are frayed and I’m
scared to take a sip. I mean, it’s not like my dad’s a jerk. He’s
taken really good care of me since my mom died two years ago, but
he has kind of a disciplinarian streak to him, usual. I have to
make my bed just as he likes it, do the laundry just so. He has a
lot of ways about him, and he’s really controlling about it.

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