Taken Teaser: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Daphne Titwillow

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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"Goddamn! What's the matter with you, girl? You're out here in our very own back yard screwing like some kind of animal! An animal, dammit, an animal!"
Karen straightened her skirt and peered up at her angry father. He could be such a drag at times-and this was one of those times she wished he didn't even exist.
"Oh, Daddy, don't be like that-"
Karen's protest was cut off by Ralph Finney leaning over and slapping her across the face. The palm of his hand stung and tingled with the sudden blow that left his handprint outlined in red on Karen's cheek. She reached up and timidly touched the spot where he had slapped her.
"I don't take no backtalk from my own flesh and blood." Ralph turned to Vic, who was hurriedly zipping his jeans. "And for rutting pigs like you ... !"
Vic almost vaulted over the wall. Ralph's booted foot helped him over the last few inches by being firmly planted on the teenager's ass. The sound of the youth's running footsteps receded in the night as he got the hell away from Karen's angry old man.
Karen stood, still rubbing her hurt cheek. "You shouldn't have hit me-"
Ralph struck her again. "Don't tell me what to do, you little slut! You'll screw anything that wears pants!"
"So you want me to be a lesbian and only screw women!" Karen snapped.

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Taken Teaser

Daphne Titwillow

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 1

He knew the stories about Karen Finney. The black-haired girl put out for just about anyone. But he hadn't really believed it could happen to him. Vic didn't think of himself as much of a stud, but his date tonight with Karen had changed his self-image a hell of a lot.

The teenager's hand stopped on its journey up to the girl's cunt. He squeezed lightly just above her knee. Karen wiggled seductively and snuggled closer.

"Is that all you want, Vic? To rub your sweaty hand on my leg?"

Her voice thrilled him. It also made him painfully aware of the throbbing cock hidden by his jeans. Each word she spoke made his prick jerk and pulse with added lust. He wanted to fuck this chick so bad it hurt!

Damn, did it hurt!

"Well," Vic admitted, "my hands are a little sweaty. But you're the one who's making them that way."

"Lover boy, why don't you just keep that hand moving on up my thigh? You might find something even wetter if you go far enough."

"And how far do you go?" Vic's voice trembled with his lust for Karen. It was a moonlit night. The moon showered them with all the light they'd need to fuck. Right now, Vic was hungrily drinking in the sight of the lovely Karen.

Her black hair surrounded the pale skin of her delicately boned face making her look like an angel - or a devil. Her milky-skinned shoulders hunched forward slightly in a silent body-language invitation to him. Her tits pressed contemptuously against the thin material of her peasant dress. From the two hard little lumps on the tips of her tits, it was obvious Karen wasn't wearing a bra.