Little Brats: Hanna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page B

sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.
    “You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.
    “Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.
    “Oh god,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.
    “You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”
    Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.
    “I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.
    Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.
    The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the telltale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.
    She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh god—if he found her here…
     

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