Little Brats Sara: Taboo Forbidden Erotica Read Free

lot—probably used “Daniel” more often, to tell the truth—but she liked the sordid feel of the word on her tongue, sweet in the way indulging in a big sweet bun was, delectably naughty.
    His eyes lit up at the word, at the way she began to unbutton her blouse. He raised his bottle to her and took another swig as he watched her open her blouse and shrug it off her shoulders, revealing her lace covered breasts. They were full, rounded mounds of flesh in white lace and she let her fingers linger over the swell before moving her hands behind her back to unhook her bra.
    The bottle stopped against his lips when he saw her breasts fall free. They hung, heavy on her rib cage, her big nipples pink and hard already. She rubbed her fingers over them, smiling when Daniel moaned and slid a hand down to his crotch to adjust. He set the bottle aside when she started unbuttoning her jeans.
    She wiggled denim over her hips, pushing it down to her ankles where she pulled each leg off, feeling him watching her full, swaying breasts at the motion. Her face was hot, flushed, and she pushed her hair out of her face, seeing his gaze had fallen between her legs. She wore white lace, see-through panties, and her fat, shaved mound had dampened them.
    “Do you like me?” She cocked her head, half-smiling at the dazed look in his eyes.
    “Fuckkkk.” He swallowed, his hand gripping the bulge in his own jeans. “Sara, take them off. Let me see all of you, baby.”
    She bit her lip and hooked her thumbs in the elastic, sliding her panties down over the full curve of her hips. Her hands wandered over her rounded belly, her hips, moving down to her thighs to frame her shaved pussy.
    “Turn around.” He twirled his finger, licking his lips. “I gotta see you from behind.”
    “Daddy…” She giggled, but she did as he asked.
    Sara turned, putting her hands on the coffee table, bending over and parting her thighs. She felt wet folds open a little, the air cooling the heat of her pussy.
    “Fuckkkk,” he growled, and she glanced over her shoulder to see the way his jaw hardened at the sight of her bent over, offering herself to him. He never swore, and the words he was saying now both surprised and excited her. “Those are the sweetest fucking buns I’ve ever seen.”
    She giggled again, and gasped when he grabbed a handful of each, kneading them like dough in his hands.
    “You know what these buns need?” His stubble pricked the soft, sensitive skin of her ass and Sara moaned. “Some of Daddy’s icing all over them.”
    “Oh God, yes, Daddy!” Sara cried out as he massaged her with both hands, one squeezing each cheek, massaging her, until she squirmed, his hands moving the cheeks, revealing her puckered hole to him. His hands moved lower then, fingers grabbing gently at her swollen folds, rubbing them between his thumbs and forefingers, up and down, driving her mad as her opened her there, too, her hole contracting in a plead for attention.
    “Tell me you want it, cupcake,” he teased, biting and nibbling on her ass. “Tell me you want Daddy to squirt icing all over these hot little buns of yours.”
    “Fuckkkk.” She hung her head, confessing, using his word. “Yes, oh, yes. Daddy, please, won’t you fuck me?”
    “I’m gonna taste you first.” Daniel’s breath moved hot over her ass. “So fucking delicious.”
    “Ohhhhh!” Sara let him move her, part her thighs. She dutifully, gratefully, more than willingly opened them more, feet planted wide, leaning forward toward the table.
    “Oh, good goddamn, look at that spread,” he sighed right before his tongue flicked out and tasted her.
    She let out a small cry, the feeling of him there making her pump her hips already, resisting the urge to push her folds back against his face, forcing herself to linger a little longer in the blessed torture of his tongue tracing over her pussy.
    “Better than any cupcake.” His voice was muffled but she understood him and flushed at