Read Little Brats India: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Online
Authors: Selena Kitt
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She kissed him back, hard, forcing her exploring tongue inside. Their bodies tangled like their tongues as he wiggled his hips between her thighs. Releasing her wrists, he ran his hands down her body, making her come alive at his touch. Pushing up onto his knees, he ran his hands over her, molding her as she’d seen him do with clay.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his large palms running over her breasts and stomach until they came to rest on her hips. The skim of his rough fingers over her nipples made her inner walls contract and she moaned, writhing beneath him.
“Do you like me, Daddy?” She could barely breathe. “Am I everything you dreamed?”
“And more,” he groaned, running those same rough fingers over her mound, rounding his palm over her bare flesh. His fingers traced her, every line and curve, exploring every inch. She couldn’t stop the movement of her hips by the time he’d dipped a finger inside her, his others still roaming around in her wetness, leaving her breathless.
India rocked her hips up to meet his fingers as he slipped two more into her, gasping when he twisted them inside her. Her pussy throbbed with feeling, aching for him. She had never wanted anything more, but he was in no hurry. He touched her like he drew her, slowly at first, then finding a rhythm, faster strokes.
“Daddy, yes,” she cried as he fingered her, thumbing her clit, strumming it, playing her. “Don’t stop, please!”
“Good girl,” he urged, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes. “Are you going to come for Daddy?”
“Oh God, yes!” She bucked up, her pussy clamping down on his thrusting fingers, drawing them deeper into her core. “Oh Daddy! Now! Now!”
He groaned as she climaxed, leaning down to capture her mouth, kissing her softly as she trembled all over. India realized, as she floated back to earth, that he was still fully clothed. And she wanted him. She desperately wanted to touch him, feel him on her, in her. But he wasn’t ready for that yet. He didn’t give her time to breathe before he lowered his face to her pussy.
“Daddy!” She twisted and moaned, hands in his hair, feeling his warm breath bathing her before placing little butterfly kisses on her mound. She writhed with the teasing effect of such blessed torture. Her pussy was still throbbing from her orgasm, but that didn’t stop her.
She wanted more.
He slid his hands under her ass, pulling her up toward him. His tongue shot into her hole then, darting and licking until she saw stars. By the time he latched onto her clit, she was ready again, hips moving to meet the lash of his tongue.
“Yes, lick me,” she whispered, spreading her dancer’s legs wider for him, muscles taut. “Oh, that’s so good!”
“Mmmm,” was all he could manage, his tongue bathing her clit.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, rolling her hips, rocking against him. The scruff on his chin scraped her delicate skin, making her moan at the sensation. “Oh, Daddy, please, don’t ever stop!”
“Nnnn-nnnn.” He shook his head vigorously against her pussy, making her yelp in surprise. She was so close to orgasm, she knew it was only going to take a few licks and sucks to push her over the edge.
“Daddy, make me come!” she gasped. “Oh fuck! I’m going to come all over your face!”
He groaned against her pussy as she let her climax overtake her, hard. The feeling rumbled through her repeatedly until she couldn’t take any more. She clenched her thighs around his head, hands fisted in his hair, riding the sweet waves of her orgasm.
When she released him, he knelt up, undoing the buttons on his shirt at a fast clip, letting the material slide down his arms to the floor. Her hands roamed over his arms, his chest, as he leaned in to kiss her. She tasted herself on his glistening lips and licked them, hearing him moan when her small, pink tongue darted between his lips.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered into her mouth. “I’ve spent hours drawing you, thinking about you, dreaming about you, wishing…”
“I wanted you too,” she assured him, tugging at the button on his jeans. “I want you now. Now, Daddy. Please?”
He knelt up again and she waited, biting her lip, focusing on her breath lest it get away from her and she hyperventilated just as she was going to finally see his cock. He made short work of removing his jeans. Before she knew it, his erection bobbed in the air above her. Her hips bucked again, out of her control, but she was reaching for his cock.
She had to taste him.
“You want me?” He let her tug at him, moaning as she drew him closer to her mouth. “You want Daddy?”
“I want to taste you,” she said eagerly, easing him into her mouth. His cock tasted salty, precum at the tip. She licked that off, watching his face as she pleasured him, loving the way his hand moved through her hair. Rolling to her elbow, she took him in her hand, pumping his length slowly in her fist as she sucked him.
“Oh India,” he groaned, hips beginning to move, his hand moving down to cup her breast. She squirmed when he tweaked her nipple, feeling that sensation zing straight down between her legs. She was sopping wet, her pussy throbbing, still, wanting him.
Robert gasped when she slid a hand down to cup his balls, rolling them slowly between her fingers, feeling their weight.
So much cum in there for me.
The thought thrilled her and she worked harder for it, determined to suck him until he exploded into her hungry, waiting mouth.
“Easy, easy,” he cried, pulling her off him. The sound of it made a thick “pop” and a string of her saliva stretched from her lip to the tip of his cock. “I want to be inside you.”
“Oh, yes!” she agreed as if it was the first time it had occurred to her, leaning back on her elbows, letting her knees fall open in surrender.
“Are you sure?” His hands moved over her inner thighs, parting them further as he knelt between them. His cock dripped precum and saliva onto her navel. “This is what you want?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She reached out and grasped him, squeezing, hearing him moan as she aimed him. “I want you to fuck me.”
He shook his head, blinking fast, as he let the head of his cock fall between her folds, and for a moment she thought he was going to deny her. But then he gave in. She saw it in his eyes, felt it as he grabbed himself, taking control, directing the head of his cock into her. India pushed up against him, taking more than he offered, clinging to his back, her nails digging in.
He didn’t even flinch. Instead, he sank into her, closing his eyes tight, mouth slightly open, face twisted, almost as if he was in pain. India found her breath, her voice.
“Daddy,” she whispered as his eyes fluttered open and he looked at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful too.”
A smile flitted over his lips and he kissed her, swift and hard, before sliding his cheek along hers, his stubble burning her skin.
“Am I dreaming?” he whispered into the shell of her ear. “I can’t believe I’m finally with you.”
“I’m yours.” Tears, of both happiness and pain, stung her eyes as they started to move together. It was true. She was his. He’d possessed her for so long, she couldn’t remember when it had happened, but it was years before this moment, this joining.
“Take me, Daddy,” she urged, squeezing her muscles around him, hearing him gasp and moan in response. Her muscles—all of them—were tight and strong from years of constant use. “Fuck me, please? Fuck your little girl until I come for you.”
“Yes,” he growled, pushing in deeper and deeper as they literally danced with each other there on the floor, each movement, every muscle spasm, bringing them closer together.
“Oh God!” India cried, wrapping herself around him, arms and legs strong, meeting his every movement. He kissed her cheeks, her neck, her lips, murmuring how beautiful, how fucking beautiful, how much he wanted her, how he couldn’t resist. Every kiss, every word, opened her to the feelings coursing through her.
Then he rolled to his back, taking her with him. India gasped in surprise, but she took it in stride as he settled her onto his cock once more, grabbed her hips and rocking her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he insisted, looking down to see where they were joined together. “Ride Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh yes, Daddy, it feels so good!” She rolled her hips, grinding into him, rubbing her pussy against him, mashing her flesh into his. The head of his cock moved deep inside of her, hitting every soft spot. She put her hands flat on his chest and rode him hard, moaning when his thumbs moved over her nipples. He cupped her little breasts, teasing them, sending pulsing waves of pleasure straight to her pussy.
“Are you close, sweetheart?” he whispered as she bit her lip to keep from crying out. “Are you ready to come for me?”
“So close,” she gasped, working hard for it.
“Let Daddy help you.” His fingers moved between them, finding her clit, and she cried out at the direct pressure, the sensation making her quiver.
“Oh yes!” India squeezed him between her muscled thighs, her body going tense. “Daddy! Oh! Right there!”
“That’s my girl.” He watched her, his expression contorted with a feeling so powerful it rode the line between pleasure and pain. India knew that feeling, when you weren’t sure you could survive such pleasure, but wanted over and over again, like flirting with a near death experience. “Come for Daddy. Come all over Daddy’s cock.”
“Oh!” She cried out freely, daring anyone to interrupt them like a petulant child as the contractions began. “Oh Daddy! I’m going to come all over that big fucking cock! Ohhhh!”
He growled and thrust up hard as she climaxed, her inner walls gripping him. She whimpered as she rode out the waves of heat, struggling for breath, fighting to remain conscious, her vision graying around the edges as she collapsed on top of him.
“Daddy’s turn,” he whispered, rolling her to her back, thrusting a few more times for good measure, making her pussy spasm around him again and again.
Then he pulled out.
India opened her eyes, her body still reeling from post-orgasm shocks, seeing him grab his thickly veined shaft. With a few jagged pumps and a low, unearthly growl of pleasure, he shot warm, sticky streams of cum all over her quivering belly. His body jerked and shuddered from each rush of pleasure. She watched, bathing in his performance, rubbing his cum into her skin.
“Beautiful.” He smiled, leaning over to kiss her. “Someday I want to paint you covered in my cum.”
“I like that idea,” she agreed, scooting closer to him as he collapsed beside her on the mat. “That means you have to keep covering me in cum.”
His silence made her raise her head to look at him.
“What?” she asked.
“I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”
“Do what?” She rolled to her elbow, looking down at him with a frown.
“I can’t stay. But I can’t go. I’m trapped. I have nothing.”
“Don’t say that.” She touched his stubbly cheek. “You have me. I’m yours.”
“You don’t understand, sweetheart.” He swallowed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “She owns everything I’ve ever painted. I signed that damn prenuptial drunk on love. She’ll take everything.”
“It doesn’t matter.” India felt tears stinging her eyes. “You can start again.
We
can start again. I can get a job, one that pays more than dancing, and you can work to build your stock back up.”
“I can’t ask you to give up dancing.” He lowered his arm to look at her, shaking his head.
“I won’t give it up, but I can find work that pays.” She met his eyes, pleading with him. “Do you think I haven’t felt trapped? That I don’t crave independence, my own escape from this house?”
“Are you suggesting we run off together?” He smiled at the thought but India didn’t.
“Yes,” she said earnestly. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”
“Beautiful India.” He slipped a hand behind her head, bringing her lips down to his. She kissed him back, and when they parted, he gave a slow nod. “Let’s do it. On one condition.”
“What?”
“You let me draw you, every day, for the rest of our lives.”
“I’m yours.” She threw her arms around him with a laugh. “You can do anything you want to me, for the rest of both of our lives.”
The End
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