Little Brats - Quesa: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free Page A

able to hold back her squeal at the increase in the short amount of time since she’d last looked.
    “Look at that!” she exclaimed.
    He did, pulling a metal folding chair from the corner and plopping down beside her. He ran a hand through his dark hair as Qesa bounced up and down in her chair, pointing at the screen.
    “It’s skyrocketing!” she squealed. “It’s so close to going viral!”
    “Qesa, what have you done?” he whispered, running a hand over his stubbly cheek. “This is… a sex tape!”
    “I know.” She grinned. “It made Kim Kardashian famous, and she can’t even sing!”
    “Qesa.” He shook his head, his smile widening, and then he laughed. “You are loco! Look at those hits!”
    “The video is going to make people click, but it will be the song they remember,” she told him, her eyes shining. “And it has sex in it, but it’s a video. It’s a music video. They’re going to remember it for that.”
    “You’re right.” He blinked at her in surprise. “This is brilliant. Fucking brilliant.”
    “Look!” She refreshed the page again, squealing at the jump in numbers before turning to him and saying, “Oh Daddy, I’m so happy. Fuck me again!”
    She stood, this time with no cameras, shimmying out of her panties and her shirt as well, giving him a full view of her body. His jaw went slack, his eyes glazing over at the sight of her.
    “Come on,” she urged, bouncing with excitement, seeing his gaze follow her breasts moving up and down as she did. “I’m so wet. I need to celebrate and I want you.”
    She couldn’t help leaning over to refresh the page, giving him a nice look at her ass as she did so, and screamed this time. So many hits!
    When she turned back around, he was working off his pants. She helped him with his shirt, her pussy so swollen and wet, so needy, she could barely wait. Pushing him back down onto the folding chair, she quickly straddled him, letting him slide in, fast and hard, letting out a full scream. It had been building inside her since they’d made the video. Her walls trembled, stretching around his already hard cock. It was glorious.
    “Oh, fuck yeah, Daddy. Give it to me,” she begged. “I deserve it! We’re going to the top, and I’m riding you all the way there!”
    “My naughty, little, babygirl, Daddy’s always been there for you, whatever you need, and I will be, from now on,” he returned, growling, grabbing her, massaging her breasts as they bounced.
    She cried out and rocked in his lap, giving him all of her, letting him sink deep into her flesh. She knew they were being loud, that her mother could probably hear them, but Qesa didn’t care. Her mother was leaving, had been planning it all along. If the woman could walk away from a man like Rafe, she was a fool.
    “Daddy, wait!” Qesa gasped, clutching his thick, meaty shoulders. “Is that your phone?”
    “Yes,” he panted, nodding. “It’s in my pants.”
    Holding onto her to keep her from tipping, he reached down beside him to his jeans, shaking the phone out of the pocket. Bringing it up to his face, he squinted at the number, shaking his head, clearly not recognizing it.
    “Who is it?” she asked, her pussy still gripping him, so close to coming. Her clit throbbed, her pussy dripped honey. She ached for release.
    “I don’t know. Just stay quiet,” he ordered, pressing the button to answer. “Hello? Yes, it is… Who?... What?”
    She began to rock on him again, unable to control her hunger, using his still hard cock for her own pleasure.
    “Can you say that again?” Rafe took the phone from his ear, hitting the speaker button on the side, and an English accent filled the room. He set the phone down beside the computer.
    “This is Darian Cromwell. A video staring a beautiful girl named Qesa has just been brought to my attention. I’m beyond impressed with not only her voice and the song, but the sheer balls it took to release that video. We here at HellKat