Forever His Brat Bundle E-Book

Sharon Love

• Herausgeber: Adult Tagged
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

 Twelve Taboo Short Stories bundled together to fulfill your lust for Naughty Brats!
Dubious decisions are in every one of the Forever His Brat Shorts. If you’re in the mood for a one-handed quickie to satiate a naughty urge, this bundle is for you. 
If you’re looking for a romance between a compatible male/female couple having squeaky clean sex, stop reading now. 
This bundle includes all 12 books in this series: 
Asking For It Brat 
Surprise For My Brat 
Taboo Brat At Home 
Public Parking My Brat 
Dealing With My Brat 
Cherry Popped Brat 
Bossing My Hot Brat 
Secret Brat Confession 
First Time Cherry Brat 
Poolside Menage Brat 
Sharing My Flirty Brat 
Unprotected Party Brat 
Still reading? This collection of short stories contains explicit descriptions of consenting adults of a legal age engaging in spontaneous sex acts. Events such as oral sex, menage, first time for front and back doors, and more are included all for you. 
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Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Copyright

Asking For It Brat

Surprise For My Brat

Taboo Brat At Home

Cherry Popped Brat

Public Parking My Brat

Secret Brat Confession

Dealing With My Brat

First Time Cherry Brat

Sharing My Flirty Brat

Poolside Menage Brat

Unprotected Party Brat

Bossing My Hot Brat

Also by Sharon Love

About the Author

Guide

Contents

Forever His Brat Series Bundle

12 Taboo Short Stories

Forever His Brat Series

By Sharon Love

Second Edition, eBook Edition.

© 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER.

All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older and all sex acts are consensual by all characters involved.

Sharon Love is an Author of Adult Tagged

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ASKING FOR IT BRAT

By Sharon Love

“Tonight turned out to be the perfect night! Not only did I get to draw a tattoo on my neighbor brat, but I gave her a ride on my piercing cock too!”

Ink was my life. Every drop bleeding from my pen thrilled me. I’d sit for hours penciling and inking my drawings. Wishing and hoping the perfect model would someday let me transfer a design onto her soft supple skin. Chloe, a brat of a neighbor was that perfect canvas.

She was the spitting image of her mother, with dishwater blonde hair and deep dark brown eyes. Only Chloe was a college coed, full of life, and not jaded by it.

Checking the time, after midnight I decided to call it a night and celebrated a job well done of a new set of drawings of tattoo designs. I turned to my laptop to relax before I hit the sack.

Opening a private tab, I searched my favorite site for jerk-off videos. With thoughts of Chloe lingering in my thoughts, I opened my pants and released my hard-on for her. Grasping tight, I pulled, stretching, and jerked it hard for the brat. I was on the verge of climax when she returned home. Car lights flash across the window, lighting up the room for a brief moment. Instead of her own house, she walked the direction of my porch, so I buttoned up fast!

“Shit!” I slammed the laptop closed and scrambled back to my designs at the table. I was half irritated at her, but seeing her curvy body in my living room would give me more fodder to finish up after she left.

She backed in, quietly closing the door and holding her black wedges. She tip toed over to me. “Hey,” she said, softly. “Can I sleep here tonight?” She thumbed over her shoulder toward the door. “It’s past curfew. I already texted that I was staying at a friend’s.”

An evening of dancing was kind to her. Even with tousled hair and pink flushed skin, she looked ravishing. A real boner of a sight.

“Yeah, sure,” I said, trying to keep my answers short and to the point. Go to bed! I begged, feeling the full force of my erection in my pants. I tilted my head to the hallway.

“Great. You’re the best, Neil. It’s still early. Will you draw one of these on me?” Chloe picked up a design, the new one I’d just finished penciling. “How about this one? It’s nice.”

“It’s a back piece.” I took it out of her hand and pushed it far across the table. “It’ll take forever.” Which I don’t have! Damn she’s beautiful up close. Damn, this boner hurts.

“Alright. This one.” she unbuttoned her blouse, peeled it off, and turned around. She swayed her ass at me and I about lost my shit right then.

Trying not to hyperventilate, I stared at the crack peeking out above her low rise jeans. I jumped to my feet, leaning on the table for support. Carefully, I held out a smaller design of a burning heart. Turning her around, I held it on her forearm. “How’s this?”

“I like it, but not there. Put it here.” She poked her plump tit, barely tucked into her push up bra.

Now my cock was burning at full strength. Why does she have to hop around, putting on a show? Okay let’s get this over with. I can’t believe I’m saying this. “Maybe higher?”

“No, I want it here.” The brat folded down the only fabric covering her chest and opened herself up wider to me.

“Okay,” I groaned, and averted my eyes away for a moment to collect my nerve. You can do this! And you’ll thank yourself later for it!

“Get to it.”

I shook holding the paper high above her sweet ample breasts. I tried not to disturb them, but they were so large, I couldn’t help, but to rest my forearm on her chest.

“That’s too high.” She bent her chin down and shook her breasts at me. “Pull it down. I want to tantalize everyone when I show it off at the club tomorrow night.”

I moved the small paper heart further and further into her cleavage, until she approved. Oh fuck help me! I shuttered, knowing the edge was touching her dark areola.

With every drop of ink I transferred on to her smooth flesh of skin, my desire for her increased. Every ounce of me wanted to rip the bra from her, take her tits in my mouth, and suck her dry. My thumping erection yelled at me to throw her down on the floor and take her hard an unprotected. But I couldn’t. She was my barely legal neighbor. I couldn’t initiate sex.

Even though she stood calm, I felt her heart pounding under my pen. Is she nervous about being close to me? Is she enjoying my touch? My entire body reacted to the thought that I could please her. My own heart hammered a thousand beats a minute and I could hardly breathe, holding in all my desires until I’d expelled the last touch of ink onto her skin.

“Let me see.” She looked down when I pulled the pen away.

“Get a better look in the mirror.”

“Right, there’s one in the bathroom.” Chloe skipped away, turning down the hall.

I fell down in the chair. It’s over! Now how long should I wait before I take care of this? I adjusted myself, taking a deep breath.

“Are you coming?” I turned my attention to where she was peeking around the doorway. “Come on.” She nodded her head to the side in the direction of the bedroom.

Fuck! I followed her to the master bedroom, but stayed at the open door.

She was standing in front of a full length mirror, mounted on the back of the closet door. She stood, examining herself, tilting her head back and forth. Her ass shifted with her as she studied my handiwork. “You can do better.” She licked her thumb and smeared the inked design on her chest.

“Rough critic.”

“I said try again.” She flashed her brown eyes and smiled. “Go get the butterfly drawing.”

I left, obeying her command. In the dining room and hurriedly shuffled the papers around on the table. Grabbing my marker a thought came to me. Before returning to the bedroom, I checked across the street, the lights were out. No chance her mom was marching over here to find me screwing her daughter.

Back at the bedroom door, I rapped and pushed it in slowly. My mouth gaped open, she was laying on my bed in nothing but her bra and panties. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to draw it on my hip.”

I cleared my throat and ran my hand across the stubble of my chin. There she is. On display for the taking. Many explosive jerk-off sessions started with this very scene and now I was standing in it. Blood rushed back to awaken my hard-on and I tried to keep it under control. “Alright, we can do your hip.” I approached her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Awesome and make it good. I want everyone to be impressed when I tell them who drew it on me,” she giggled, tucking her hands behind head.

“I’m not famous. Whatevs.” I positioned the transfer of the butterfly drawing on her hip. Between my stiff erection and the odd angle from sitting on the side of the bed, I botched the first solid line. My hand trembled all over her soft skin and her sweet smelling opening overwhelmed me. I just couldn’t keep my eyes focused on the lines.

“This is worse than before.” She pulled away. “It’s cause you’re in the wrong spot. Get up here and try again.” She spread her legs wide open and patted in between them. “Sit here.”

Her voice and eyes were inviting. Damn, I wanted nothing more than to take her right then. But I had to resist. I obeyed her command and climbed up on the bed. I sat in the chasm between her young legs and used all my strength to restrain myself from claiming her too fast.

Positioning the design once again, just above the lace panel of her panties, I noticed a shadow of groomed pubic hair beneath the fabric. Shit, hold it together! I took a deep breath and converged the marker back down on her skin to start over.

She tipped her head back onto her pillow and moaned over my touch.

Every sensual line drawn, drew me closer to her. Finishing the wings, I took a sigh of relief and glanced away from my work. But I looked in the wrong direction. Oh, Fuck! The moistness of her pussy, trickled in the crotch of her panties. She’s dripping for me! Damn! I have to. One touch, over the fabric. Then it’s back to the drawing.

Although my heart was pounding in the back of my throat, I took a chance and rested the back of my palm against her sweet snatch. Skillfully timing my caress with a fresh stroke of the marker on her hip, I was rewarded with a twitch, but not a protest.

Did I get away with it? Maybe she likes it. I rocked my hand back and forth, tempting fate, my heart racing. All my focus was on sneaking a touch of her slippery reserve. Twisting my wrist, I stroked my thumb up her slit, slightly pressing into her wetness.

At this intrusion, she arched her back and flexed her hips, pushing her cunt forward on my thumb. “How hard is your dick right now?” she asked with a cockiness in her voice.

“Excuse me?” I stopped my exploration cold. “I mean, sorry.”

“Alpha up! I’m here in your bedroom for a reason.” She sat up and slipped her bra off her shoulders. “It’s time. You. Me. Now.”

She pulled me to her and kissed me hard. Holding the back of my neck, she embedded her tongue down my throat, fucking me with her tongue. Each dart, each taste, tempted me harder and faster.

I pressed her tits together and shoved my face between them. Picking a nipple I took it into my mouth. Sucking hard, I quickly had the first one erect.

Chloe groaned softly when I moved to pinch the other nipple between my lips. She tossed her head back and moaned louder, “Oh yes! Suck my tits,” she hissed “Are you ready, because I want you to seriously fuck me hard tonight.”

Her outburst and gyrating hips took all reason out of the equation. I was turned on and on board with their shameless horny indulgence.

Sliding a hand down her firm flat belly, I found her soaked panties, wet with her pussy’s lubricating juices. Plunging a finger into her, I massaged her tantalizing walls. Easily slipping a second finger in, I excited her and myself, writhing and lusting over touching her.

Our lips never lost contact, with each intensifying pump in her pussy. We kept kissing, even though our breathing strained for air.

Chloe broke the kiss and leaned her head down on my shoulder. A slow moan escaped her. The kind of moan that says one word, “more.” She gasped every time I thrust upward with my fingers. Her back arched, her wide eyes met mine and screamed “now!”

I was still dressed. Her nimble fingers raced to open my pants, searching for my cock. I rolled off, kicking out of my clothes and she ripped her lace panties, the last shred of fabric, off of her sizzling body.

Climbing back on top of her, I bit the flesh between her breasts. Squeezing both tits firmly, I stared into the eyes of my fantasy. Am I fooling myself? Should I stop now, before it’s too late?

“Oh, Neil, I, I’ve wanted you for so long,” she panted, answering my hesitation.

She was mine. “Oh, Chloe, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Fuck me!”

I entered her forcefully like she wanted. Pumping into her wet, tight pussy I plunged as deeply as I could on the first try. She pushed her hips up to meet every downward thrust from my hips. We weren’t making love, I was wildly fucking her.

“More, fuck me harder.” She pumped her young body against mine. “Come on, don’t slow down. I’m close.”

Already? I was wild with lusts. It’d been months since I’d had sex and that was a night with a drunken floozie from the bar.

Chloe had what I craved and damn she was a forbidden cherry I hadn’t popped, I doubt I’d be able to stop having sex with Chloe.

She wrapped her legs around my ass and pressed into each ram of my cock. The more we fucked, the harder she writhed with lust. Losing control, she involuntarily bucked with pleasure under me. Squeezing with every muscle, she cried out, “I’m cumming!” She lifted her ass off the bed and held us in the air as her orgasm overtook her.

I waited for her to return to me and make eye contact. Her chest heaving, she smiled. “You feel so good.”

A few slow strides and I was ready for my payoff. It was clear the brat was willing to ride along for seconds to experience my explosion. I plowed into her, balls slapping against her ass each time I plunged deeper into the depths of her tight hole. Fucking her wild pussy soon had my load ready.

Then someone started knocking loud on the front door.

“Mom!” Chloe said in my ear. “Stay still.”

Neither one of us moved for a few seconds, keeping our eyes locked in fear. The master bedroom window was right next to the front door. Her mom called out, “Neil, are you home? Is Chloe there with you?”

Then a precocious smile inched across Chloe’s face. She licked her lips and flexed her hips. My cock slid out a couple of inches then back in. I returned her smile and pulled out of her until her entrance was tickling the end of my cock, then I plowed back into her. After a second pump, which she met by pushing back, we were fucking while Gail was milling about on the porch, waiting for an answer. Maybe she’ll let herself in. That thought only intensified the excitement of the air. We were both thinking it. It was dangerous, but we both were willing to tempt fate.

She started it and bit my shoulder, I had to suck in a yelp, then retaliated by jamming my pelvis into hers. She held back an outburst by covering her hand over her mouth.

Outside, a shadow crossed close to the window. She held one finger up to wait. I couldn’t oblige and devilishly pumped my dick in her pussy. She dug her nails into my ass to stop me.

“Fine,” her mom said, leaving the porch.

“And she’s gone. Where were we?” I lifted myself above her with my arms stiff and slammed into her with revived desire. I crashed in and out of her, pounding to get my earned climax.

She held on to the headboard of the bed and rocked her body with me, moaning, “That’s what I want.” It took less than a minute to send her into another body wrenching peak.

Damn, she got two! “Fuck, Chloe give me a chance. I’m close!”

“Did you want to cum?” She laughed off my demand. “Let’s switch.”

Together, we rolled and settled with her on top for the ride. She bounced up and down, enjoying my stick. Although her huge breasts dancing on me was a nice sight, I needed more skin to skin contact. I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto me. Her tits collided with my chest, hardening her nipples with every thrust. I held my ass up off the bed and pounded into her ripe double orgasmed pussy.

“Fuck, Chloe! This is it, I’m going to cum!”

“Fill me up,” she begged in my ear.

Reason tried to interrupt me. I can’t blast into the barely legal brat. Pull out! Pull out now!

“Do it! I need you!” Her voice rang louder than my thoughts. She thrust her hips forward impaling my cock deeper into her pussy. She squeezed her pussy muscles around me. What could I do? It was apparent she had no intention of letting me out of her grasp until I spilled my seed.

“FUUCCKK!” I grabbed her by the hips and shoved my assault into her. I gave, out of control. I hammered, slamming into her pussy, and pumping my fertile cum deep into her crevice. I emptied every ounce of jizz into her, spent I collapsed onto the mattress next to my ravaged neighbor.

“Hmmm, so warm. Damn, Neil, you’re a damn good fuck,” she cooed.

With little energy left, I turned to her. She rubbed her pussy with my load spilling out of it. Withdrawing her fingers, she dragged them up her stomach to her tits, and swirled my cream around her nipple. Drenching the other hand in our mixed juices, she covered and caressed both breasts.

“Ready for round two?” She winked.

Trying to catch his breath, I stammered, “I don’t know. . .”

She found the sharpie that had been rolling around on the mattress during our affair. Taking the cap off with her teeth, she spit it out. “You messed up my tattoo. We have to start again.”

SURPRISE FOR MY BRAT

By Sharon Love

“My life wasn’t exactly perfect, but the night the brat wrapped her lips around my cock for the first time was outstandingly close. I had help too and now the brat’s a master at fucking and sucking!”

The 327 came every hour. It ran south on Fulton Ave. to the river walk, then back up north to the new mall. Pretty convenient for all of us bus riders who liked to ride and think. And I had tons to think about.

“Fuck.”My thoughts kept drifting off to a cute college coed brat, Dana. The brat in my complex strutted around like I wasn’t even there. She wasn’t sexually active yet, but hell she should be.

The more I waited alone on the bench, the more I pictured her wet little pussy taking in my hard cock.

“Damn.” Why did she have to be so sexy? Her perky tits and firm ass dominated my fantasies. My erection was strong for her. I considered going back home to jerk off, but the roar of the bus engine down the block changed my mind. I can deal. One loop around and she’ll be out of my head.

The whole point was to get her out of my thoughts. Turning around meant another session of blasting in the bathroom with Dana in the next apartment. At least this way I’d get off on the bumpy ride.

The bus came to a halt. The door swung open. Old Cliff was driving. He made me nervous with his squinty eyes and thick glasses. How does he keep a license?

I swiped my bus pass and made my way down the aisle to find a seat near the back. Usually at that time of night, the bus was empty. Tonight, a pair of alluring eyes dared me to sit near her.

“Hi,” she mouthed. Her lips stained red. Her smile intoxicating.