Little Brats: Fiona: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free

makes my point.”
    “That you’re a horn-dog?” she teased, grinning. Damn, the man was as thick as a tree and just as hard beneath her. She was all too aware of him.
    “Your mother, she wants the finer things in life, which includes a gentle lover,” Bryan explained himself the best he could, but Fiona thought the ruddiness in his cheeks might actually be the flush of embarrassment. “What she got was some rough marine who never stops moving, wanting, and doesn’t understand the concept of gentle.”
    Fiona shook her head, her nose wrinkling and brow furrowing at his words.
    “She’s champagne and I’m beer,” he said. “She’s the beauty and I’m the beast. She’s frilly, expensive dresses worn to hobnob with the rich and famous, while I’m gym shorts in a concrete building filled with sweaty men.”
    When he put it that way, she could see his point. Although she preferred the latter to the former, to be honest.
    “Your mother… she gives in to my needs from time to time. But she’s grown to resent me for it. She tried to change me, I tried to change her. I thought, maybe we could meet in the middle. But… well, I failed for the first time in my life. I suck at wearing a suit and tie as much as I do sitting through a four course dinner.”
    “But, you’re not satisfied either!” Fiona cried. How could he not see? Was he so blind? “She has no right to treat you the way she does!”
    “You just don’t get it.” He sighed, shaking his head, moving to get up, but she clung to him, not letting go.
    “Oh, I get it,” she replied, giving in to her feeling as she slid her hand to wrap it around his cock, satisfied to find him already half-hard. Maybe having his stepdaughter in his arms was more exciting than he let on? “I get that you’re being cheated out of what you need by a selfish, heartless woman.”
    His breath caught and he froze beneath her as she rubbed her hand up over his hardening cock. She was all too aware that he’d been in here working off his sexual frustrations after what had happened in her mother’s study, and she took advantage of his need to prove her point. She kept her hand on the man’s throbbing erection as the fingers of her other hand traced the ridges of his abs, his stomach bare and sheened with sweat. She followed the hills and valleys chiseled in his flesh, flicking her fingernail over his nipple, hearing his sharp intake of breath, feeling the resultant throb of his cock in her fist.
    “Fiona,” he murmured, place his rough hand, so big, over hers.
    His touch tossed her over the edge. She wanted his hands. She wanted them roaming over her own curves, squeezing into her flesh. She moved her mouth to his, pressing her lips hard into his, using her flickering pink tongue along the seam of his mouth, seeking entrance. He groaned and turned his head, attempting to refuse her.
    “I want you,” she whispered, making her intentions plain, if they weren’t clear enough already. “I would never dismiss you or treat you the way she does. You deserve someone who understands you, who gets you, who wants and loves you.”
    Her mouth found his again, and she felt him giving in. She felt the shift of his hips as she rubbed her hand up and down his cock through his thin shorts. She felt the way his mouth began to open, felt him responding, surrendering to the feeling. Oh, she wanted this man. She wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything. She wanted to show him how sexy he really was, give him everything he wanted, wanted to match him thrust for thrust, climax for climax.
    “Oh God, Fiona,” he groaned, gathering her wrists in his hands. She liked that, liked feeling restrained by him. Their gaze locked and she knew her heart was in her eyes. He gave a low, pained sound, deep in his throat, but then instead of drawing her near, he pushed her away. In one strong movement, he brought them both to their feet before she even registered they were standing again. Cool