Little Brats: Eva: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free Page A

the sound of the water, she heard the CD player. Instead of music, a deep voice read something in Russian. Her eyebrows furrowed a second before her eyes grew wide. It was the flamboyant, lyrical prose—in Russian—of Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita. She knew the story, had read it in one of her classes, a controversial tale of a stepfather who became sexually active with his young stepdaughter. Daniel’s skin flushed with heat—from both the steam and his illicit act of masturbation—as he continued to shuttle up and down his cock.
    “Eva,” he moaned aloud, making her startle and glance around, as if he might have seen her crouching in the darkness. But no. He was calling for her? Perhaps… thinking about her? Was Daniel fantasizing about fucking his stepdaughter, as she’d imagined it, again and again in the dark heat of her own bed? “Oh little kisa! Eva, I want you. I have to have you.”
    Eva couldn’t breathe. Her sex throbbed and she slipped a hand down to cup it under her skirt. Her panties were sticky with wetness. “Ahhhh Eva! I’m so sorry, my kisa, ya zhenilsya na tvoyey materi, potomu chto posle vsego odnogo vzglyada , ya khotel tebya.”
    He slipped into Russian so easily, as if his confession had to be in her native tongue. His words made her eyes mist as her fingers pulled the crotch of her wet panties aside. Not only did he want her, but as he’d said in her language, he’d only married her mother because, after one look at Eva, he’d wanted her. He wanted her . From the looks of things, he obsessed about having her as she did for him.
    “Zapreshcheno,” he grunted in a strangled cry as he slid his hand up and down his cock with a vengeance.
    Forbidden . The translation drummed through her head as her fingers found her wet folds, swollen with desire—waiting, wanting, trembling. She bit hard on her lip to stop the urge to cry out as one finger found its way to her clit. Just circling that little nub made her want to moan aloud. She couldn’t believe she was touching herself, watching her stepfather pump his hard cock, as he imagined having her. What was he picturing? Sliding into the hot, wet clench of her pussy? Or maybe the waiting, eager suck of her little mouth?
    She fought the urge to close her eyes, stomach fluttering as she watched him. The round, firm cheeks of his ass tightened as he pumped his hips. Several times his fingers slipped over the well-cut head of his dick, rubbing his palm over the head. She wanted to see it up close, to see the precum glistening on the tip. She wanted to lick it off, to taste him.
    Needing more than just her fingers on her clit now, she pushed her wet panties down and got out of them in no time at all. Spreading her legs wide, she let two and then three fingers slip inside. She fucked her fingers in pace with Daniel as he rocked back and forth, hearing the wet squelch of her own pussy, but she didn’t care, even if he heard. She was too far gone for that.
    She imagined him, that beautiful, thick cock, stretching her wide, pumping deep and hard, hitting all the right spots. Her palm rode the curve of her mound, rubbing up against her clit, grinding, oh fuck, it was so good, she couldn’t stop. She watched him pump his cock harder, so fast everything was a blur, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy as she lifted her hips, aching to meet those fierce, wild thrusts.
    Oh Papa, please, make me come! The thought ripped through her head in time with her climax as she watched a hot, pulsing stream of liquid erupts from his full, swollen cock. Eva bit down hard on her lip, hard enough she tasted blood, to keep her own cries muffled, but Daniel wasn’t so reserved. He threw his head back and groaned, driving his hip forward, his cum splashing all over the counter and sink and floor. Her own pleasure pulsed through her, the contractions so intense his image grew blurry as she panted and pumped her pussy with her fingers. That warm, molten feeling rushing