Little Brats: Olivia: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Free

smell of sex filled the room, and she found herself longing for it, aching all over. The problem was, she wanted the man this woman was married to. She rocked against her hand, slipping a finger inside, knowing Randall’s cock would be thick and hard, would fill her completely.
    And she wanted it. God help her, she wanted it.
    Olivia lifted her shirt to her face with her other hand, wanting to smell him. She loved wearing his shirts so she could smell him, his cologne, and another, different scent that was all male. But this one had lost its lingering smell.
    Making up her mind, Olivia bit her lip as she slid her hand out of her jeans, grabbing her stuff and creeping quietly back out of the library. She would go to her parents’ room and get one of his newly worn shirts to wear. Then she’d take it back to her room where she could let her imagination run wild, where she could bring herself to climax with the scent of him lingering all around her, picturing her stepfather doing all sorts of things to her she could only ever dream of.

    She only went to get a shirt. What she got was far more—although still, not quite enough.
    Her stepfather had slipped away to be alone. He was an introvert, like her. Crowds drained him of energy. She crept quietly into the master suite, the thick carpet masking her footfalls, moving through the sitting room area.
    It was when she peeked around the partial wall that she caught him on the bed. For a moment, she thought for sure he’d seen her, that he would call out. She waited, eyes closed, holding her breath, but he didn’t say anything. So she dared to look again, peeking around the corner, to see him half-reclining on the bed. His shirt was open, revealing his full build. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he was solid. His chest and belly were a mass of crevices, hills and valleys. He had a thick nest of hair on his chest.
    But it was his cock that really drew her attention.
    His pants were on, but open, and his cock was out, very hard, swollen in his fist. In his other hand was a book. He was reading something, stroking his cock.
    Olivia fell to her knees, keeping her presence hidden behind the wall she peered around. Her pussy was still throbbing, aching for release. She’d been teasing it far too long. What was he reading? She wondered. Erotica? Some racy story? She found herself incredibly curious about it. What did her stepfather imagine, when he touched himself?
    She watched him, breathless, desperately wanting more. He tugged on himself, hand riding up over the head, then moving down to his balls. He cupped those for a moment, rolling them in his hand, before moving back up to grip the shaft once more.
    Olivia couldn’t help it. She slid her hand back into her jeans, past the silk of her panties. Those were damp, sticky. She parted her thighs and pushed two fingers inside of herself, using her thumb to stroke at her clit as she watched. Her tongue came out to lick over her dry lips.
    She couldn’t believe this was happening, that she was actually watching him get off, but it was. She was. He moaned, pumping faster, his eyes scanning the page of his book, faster and faster. She prayed he wouldn’t look over and see her—although part of her hoped he would. What was he reading? That thought plagued her, excited her.
    Maybe it’s Lolita. That thought made her smile. She could only hope such a fantasy would flit through his imagination. A stepfather lusting after his young stepdaughter. Well, she wasn’t that young. She’d been taking drawing classes at her local community college for almost a year.
    “Oh God.” The words were hoarse in his throat. “Oh God, yeah. Ohhhh fuckkk.”
    Olivia had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, too, as she watched him manhandle himself. His gaze was focused on the book, not moving anymore, just looking at once particular place, but his strokes were frenzied, faster, his cock pumping through his fist.
    “Ahhhhh God!” he cried again,