Little Brats Sara: Taboo Forbidden Erotica Read Free Page B

“I can’t stop it! Oh fuck! I’m coming!”
    He managed to pull his cock out of her then, the second blast shooting over the quivering, soft mass of her behind as he growled and pumped his cock in his fist. She looked over her shoulder to see him tugging his thick length, streams of long, sticky cum erupting from the tip to spray the pale flesh of her ass, sliding slowly down the pink crack.
    “Oh Daddy, look,” she murmured, looking at him with bright eyes as she reached back one-handed to spread his cum all over her ass. “You iced my buns so sweet…”
    Daniel chuckled, letting his still-pulsing cock rest against her.
    Sara stood, turning and pushing him back onto the sofa. He looked down at her, breathless, as she took his still half-hard length in her hand, squeezing, getting the last bit of cum out. He moaned, watching her lick it off.
    Liking it, she rolled the head around in her mouth, marveling at how he tasted. Wanting more, she settled for licking her juices from him, her own musky sweetness filling her mouth as she used her tongue to get his softening cock clean.
    “Mmm, it’s so sweet. Must be all of that mead you drink,” she remarked as he pulled her up to him for a long, lingering kiss.
    “I’m sorry,” he murmured into her ear. “I wish this never had to end.”
    She knew he meant the bakery, but the thought of losing him made her heart drop to her toes. Now that she had him, she was never going to let him go.
    “I love you, Daniel.” She’d known him as “Daddy” for so long, but he wasn’t related to her, not by blood. This might be wrong, by society’s standards, but she didn’t care, and from the look in his eyes, neither did he. “I have an idea.”
    “I love you too, cupcake.” He smiled when she wiggled in his lap, her cum-covered ass making them both a sticky mess, but neither of them cared. “What’s your idea?”
    Sara jumped up, excited, grabbing her clothes and running to the little bathroom attached to the office. She washed herself up and got dressed, returning with a warm cloth to wash him up too. Daniel let her, stroking her hair thoughtfully.
    “Time for coffee.” She got him a cup once he was dressed again, replacing the bottle of mead with a mug. Giving him a smile, she grabbed her baker’s coat and walked into the kitchen, determined to try something new, something she thought would make his recipe for sweet buns even better.
    Setting up the yeast in warm water to rise in the bottom of the industrial-sized mixing bowl, she gathered up the eggs and butter she needed. Adding honey and buttermilk as she stirred, once the yeast had risen, she added in the other wet ingredients. In another mixer, she fluffed the flour, mixing it with some cinnamon and ginger for zing along with baking powder.
    Going back to the wet ingredients churning away, with a big grin, she measured out a good portion of mead to make up for the liquids she’d held back on from the original recipe. Dumping the sweet, sharp smelling liquid in, she watched it swirl into the mixture. Once she got the buns all rolled out, rolled up, and into the oven, making the kitchen smell heavenly, she started in on the icing, her body giving a little tremble when she remembered Daniel’s special icing.
    She smiled at Daniel when he came out of the office, shaved and cleaned up and looking much better than he had when she found him.
    “Make this batch special, cupcake,” he called, giving her a wink as he headed toward the front to unlock the doors and open up for the day.  “One to remember, okay?”
    “Oh, I plan on it.” She raised the mead bottle and poured a bit of it into the powdered sugar, milk and butter mixture until it hit the perfect consistency.  Since they were catering a party later tonight, and the sweet buns had been requested, she’d had to double the usual daily batch, working up a sweat getting them all out, but it was a labor of love that she would sorely miss.
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    Exhausted