Too Big Taboo Bundle: Naughty Brats, Forbidden First Time, Man of the House

by Veronica Vaughn

  Daddy groaned with pleasure. It was so fucking hot, knowing I could please him like this. I opened up as wide as I could, letting him fill my mouth, my lips running up and down his rigid shaft, trying to swallow as much of his delicious, juicy cock that I possibly could. I cupped his balls and he moaned again.

  “Oh, fuck,” he sighed. “Oh, fuck, Abbi. This feels amazing.”

  He took my head in his hands and guided me down until I was about to choke. There was no more room. I reached around him and groped his hard ass, feeling his muscles clench as he mouth-fucked me with that massive cock of his. By now, I was dripping wet, ready for him to blow his hot load down my throat.

  His body clenched and I sucked harder, awaiting his orgasm. Right when he was about to erupt he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me into his room and throwing me onto the bed. In one motion he had torn off my T-shirt, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. He grabbed my panties and yanked them down my legs, past my ankles. He tossed them aside, never turning his eyes away from me.

  “Look at that beautiful little body,” he muttered to himself. “Abbi, have you ever felt a man’s tongue lapping at your cunt?”

  “No, Daddy,” I replied.

  “Good,” he growled.

  Daddy grabbed my legs and spread me wide, burying his face in my wet mound. His tongue explored the folds of my pussy, working me open. I leaned back on Daddy’s bed and moaned. When his tongue found my clit, it felt like every nerve in my body had flooded to that sensitive spot between my legs. Electricity shot down my spine as my back arched and my body shook with waves of pleasure. The orgasm rocked me and sent my pussy twitching and pulsating, my ass clenching on my daddy’s probing finger.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Oh my God, yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Your lesson is just beginning,” he said with a fiendish look in his eye. “Have you been a naughty girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He grabbed me roughly and rolled me over, like I was weightless, and lay me across his knees. His open palm came down hard on my bare buttocks, the slap echoing through the room. I gasped in surprise, heat rising through my body as he rested his hand on my ass. His other hand reached between my legs and rubbed the folds of my pussy. He pushed two of his fingers inside, probing me, stretching me.

  His fingers curled in a “come here” motion, stroking the walls of my aching pussy. His free hand came down hard again on my bare ass, spanking me again. I yelped out loud, no less startled than before. The handprint smarted against my round little ass cheek, surely leaving a red mark.

  He spanked me again, my body bouncing on his knee, the pain mingling with pleasure as he stroked the walls of my pussy, his thumb running circles around the throbbing nub of my clit.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I cried, submitting to his punishment. “Thank you.”

  Overcome by lust, he threw me against the bed. I landed on my back, surrounded by pillows. He climbed on top of me, his full weight pinning me down. Holding me by my ankles, he spread my legs so wide I thought he’d rip me apart. There was a look of savage greed in his eyes as he ran the head of his cock along the outer lips of my pussy, my wetness slicking his tip and shaft. He tried to push into me. I wanted nothing more than to be filled by him but I was suddenly terrified by his girth.

  “I don’t think it will fit,” I gulped.

  “Oh, it’ll fit,” Daddy smirked. “I’ll make it fit.”

  He shoved himself inside, stretching me wide. I screamed, my body writhing on the mattress, unable to escape. Daddy was merciless. He spread me even wider, pushing deeper, my pussy accepting every inch of him. The pain subsided and was replaced by a strange sense of fullness, a tight feeling I had never experienced before. It felt amazing. I wanted to clench down on him and feel his dick inside of me forever. My pussy ached for him, submitting to Daddy’s hardness. To my amazement I could feel his cock growing ever more rigid as he thrust deeper and deeper, in and out, in and out, impaling me on every inch of his hot, pulsing dick.

  Skin on skin. Flesh on flesh. Our bodies united.

  Oh my God, I thought, no condom. No birth control.

  The sudden, panicked realization of our risky sex raced through my mind, like a bolt from the blue. What if I got pregnant the first time I ever had sex? There’s a chance I might have my Daddy’s baby.

  Daddy’s sweat poured off his chin, dripping on my tits as his cock drilled inside of me, burying himself in my quivering pussy. Nothing had ever felt so good. I never wanted him to stop. If it meant I could keep my Daddy inside of me a while longer I would risk it, I would give him a baby. The idea turned me on even more. I squeezed his dick, and he groaned. He rolled me over and slammed his dick through my slit, pounding me deeper than I ever imagined. My face was buried in Daddy’s pillow. It smelled delicious, just like him. My ass was grinding into Daddy’s crotch, letting him fill me to the brim as he dominated me with his dick.

  My body was shaking now, building toward another climax. It was almost here … I moaned as sudden waves of orgasm rushed through me. My pussy quivered and pulsated like never before, my walls tightening and massaging Daddy’s shaft as he drove himself into places I didn’t know existed. He let out a ragged moan and thrust deeper still, shooting me full of his hot white cum. Satisfaction washed over me as Daddy thrust again, spraying the walls of my pussy.

  He let his cock linger inside me for a moment longer, then pulled out and grinned. He kissed me tenderly on the mouth. I felt Daddy’s warm jism running out my pussy and dripping down my leg, and I smiled knowing that Daddy might very well have planted his baby inside me. He was such a wonderful father to me, I knew he’d be an even better dad to our child.

  “What are you smiling about?” Daddy asked.

  “I’m just happy,” I sighed.

  “Me too,” Daddy said as he cradled me in his strong arms. “I’m happy, too.”

  IX.

  Sasha and I patched things up almost immediately after she was booted so unceremoniously from our home. Not one to hold a grudge, she didn’t even bat an eye the following weekend when I invited her over to our house to share dinner with Daddy and me.

  She could tell something was up, though, when she saw the way Daddy and I were trying to suppress our giggles. We shared a secret that had consumed us ever since our first night of passion.

  “Would you pass the asparagus please, Abbi, and then tell me what the hell you two are laughing about?” Sasha demanded.

  That made me giggle even more.

  Later in the summer, the fall semester of our freshman year was set to begin when I realized I had not gotten my period in a while. Five weeks had gone by, in fact, meaning I was late. I know I should have been incredibly nervous, that having a baby is no laughing matter, but the truth is I was not worried at all. In fact, I madly wanted to give my Daddy a little baby of our own. With a boy or girl for us to raise together, I’d never have to leave him, never have to say goodbye.

  I bought a pregnancy test at a drugstore on the other side of town, where no one would recognize me. The condescending store clerk eyed me suspiciously, but he took my money all the same.

  That night at dinner I was quieter than usual. My stepfather knew me inside and out, literally. He could sense that something was weighing on me.

  “What’s bothering you, baby?” he asked.

  “Daddy,” I replied, searching for the right words.

  “I have something to tell you. Something important. Something that is going to change our lives forever …”

  I paused, before blurting it out. “You’re going to be a father again!”

  Joy washed over his face as he took me in his arms. I knew from personal experience that he would be the best father a girl could ever have.

  The Brat & the Beast

  “Be my wife, and bear my children. All my riches will be yours.”

  Naive little Sofi is all grown up and ready for college. She can’t w
ait to say goodbye to Beast, the hardened criminal and alpha billionaire who raised her in his luxurious beachside villa.

  Beast gave Sofi everything she ever wanted. Now he wants something from her in return. If Beast’s sweet, little princess won’t submit to his indecent proposal, he’s prepared to banish her from their life of riches forever. Nervous and confused, Sofi must decide whether to give herself to Beast—giving him an heir to the family fortune.

  I.

  My stepfather may be a billionaire, but he’s also a brute. Don’t ask me how my mother was ever attracted to such an absolute monstrosity of a man, let alone marry the thing. Obviously for money. That’s a touchy subject.

  People call him Beast, a name that fits, but he told me to call him Daddy when he and Mom got married. I was, like, seven years old. That was the end of the conversation. Even as a young girl, I knew better than to argue. Though he never laid a finger on Mom or me, I once saw him throw a man out the fourth-story window of our beachside villa. The commotion had woken me up, and I was watching through my own window on the second floor. The man screamed as he fell, his arms and legs flailing. Then he smacked the sand, bounced once, and didn’t move again. One of my stepfather’s “assistants” carted him off in a wheelbarrow, and we never saw him again.

  If his manners weren’t bad enough, my stepfather isn’t winning in the looks department, either. Honestly, he’s a hideous human being. A nasty purple scar runs down Beast’s face, crossing his left eye and permanently gashing open his eyebrow and splitting the corner of his lips. Knife scars crisscross his muscled back and shoulders, too. The scars are only slightly obscured by the elaborate dark-green tattoos that cover his body. Those scars absolutely terrified me when I was a little girl. I didn’t dare to ask Beast about them. When I questioned my mom, she would only say they were from a “different time in your stepfather’s life.” The tremor in her voice gave her away. She was obviously lying to me, unless “different time” meant “last week.”

  He’s tall, at least 6-foot-3, and his barrel chest is wooly as a buffalo’s. Instead of growing hair on his head, I guess it all went to his body. His head is shaved smooth and shiny. Male-pattern baldness. Very sexy, right?

  Come to think of it, Beast looks a bit like a professional wrestler on TV, but only if the wrestler had survived a machete genocide or something. Thank God we look nothing alike. There is none of *his* blood flowing in my veins.

  When Mom died, I was stuck with him. Not that Beast hasn’t provided for me. But we lived alone in this huge house, and the only times he noticed my existence were when I had screwed up one thing or another and required his punishment. I remember this one time, when I was nine and my mom was still alive, that my friend Felipe and I decided we would both sneak out of our homes at midnight and go swimming in the ocean. Felipe was the gardener’s son, and he lived on our estate.

  I can still picture the way the full moon illuminated the waves lapping the beach. I sat at the water’s edge, digging my toes into the sand and waiting for Felipe to appear. He was a no-show. After half an hour or so, I grew tired of waiting for Felipe, so I stripped down to my swimsuit and waded in. The water was cool against my skin, giving me goosebumps. My body rose and fell with the waves. I looked up to the bright, clear face of the moon and spent some time studying its light and dark patterns for evidence of the man who supposedly inhabited the surface.

  “There’s no Man in the Moon,” I pouted.

  I looked down, to the shore, and panicked. I was so preoccupied that I had not even realized how far the waves had carried me away. I tried to swim back. Every time I made a little progress, another crashing wave sent me farther back. Soon I would be lost at sea. I screamed at the top of my nine-year-old lungs, over and over, desperate that someone would come rescue me.

  I screamed so much I swallowed a mouthful of the salty seawater, and I coughed, then was dunked by another wave. They had to hear me! I screamed as loud as I could, willing my voice to carry to the villa where my mother and stepfather were sleeping. I could see the villa in the moonlight, draped in shadows from the palm trees. A light flicked on! I screamed again, begging for someone to rescue me, but my little body was getting tired from all the thrashing of my arms and legs, trying to keep my chin above water.

  It was no use. I would die out here, and be swept away by the morning tide. Still choking on the swallowed seawater, I quit fighting the waves and let them take me where they would. I closed my eyes. It would all be over soon.

  I didn’t even notice when my stepfather swam to save me. I had no memory of him wrapping me in one of his massive arms, using his other arm and his kicking feet to paddle me back to safety.

  He lay my body on the beach, next to my crying mother, and pumped my chest. He put his mouth to mine and blew life-giving air into my lungs. I rolled over and coughed up salt water.

  Beast turned to my mother, betraying no emotion.

  “She’ll live,” he muttered.

  My stepfather stood up, his hulking figure all dripping wet, and he walked back to the villa, leaving us on the beach.

  II.

  The next morning, Beast called me into my study. I had fully recovered from my misadventure in the ocean beside our villa. Even so, I was terrified. My stepfather had never requested an audience with me in the years that we had lived in the same house. When I entered the room he was sitting at his desk. A single streak of light cascaded from the window and landed across his awful face, illuminating his scar to an ugly purple shade, like raw organs. I trembled, just looking at that scar. I immediately turned my attention to his other eye, a dark brown orb beneath a furrowed brow.

  “You disobeyed,” he grunted. “When you disobey, you’re punished.”

  Nearly drowning in the ocean wasn’t punishment enough, not for Beast. All these years later, I still shudder at the memory of what happened next. He took off his black leather belt, the one with the metal studs, and used it to teach me his lesson. Never again did I sneak off to the beach by myself, at least not until Mom died and no one cared what I did.

  That was nine years ago, but it feels like forever. I graduated from high school a month ago, and today is my eighteenth birthday. Hooray, me. It’s a lazy afternoon and I’m lying on my bed, trying to decide whether to repaint my pink toenails, when there’s a loud knock on the door.

  “Sofi,” announces Rubio, my stepfather’s dapper henchman. “The boss wants to see you.”

  “Really?” I reply, incredulous.

  Rubio peers over the rims of his expensive-looking sunglasses, flashing me a no-nonsense look. Then his gaze wanders down my body, eye-fucking every inch of me. It makes me feel kind of funny. Part of me enjoys the attention, but part of me wishes I had thought to wear something a little less revealing than my bikini top and pink gym shorts.

  “You better get that round little ass in gear,” Rubio smirks and repositions the conspicuous bulge in his pants, the blows an air kiss in my direction.

  I blush. I don’t usually think of myself as having a round little ass that could make a dick hard just by looking at it. But I know Rubio is making a serious demand. Nobody keeps Beast waiting.

  Following Rubio out my bedroom door, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My long, brown hair is all tangled and damp from my morning swim in the ocean. My nose is peeling from sunburn, but the rest of my petite figure is nicely tanned, at least.

  I trail Rubio down the long hallway to the elevator, and up to the fourth floor, which is normally off limits to me. In the entire time I have lived in my stepfather’s villa, I have only stepped foot on the fourth level a handful of times. Rubio leads me down the hall, to my stepfather’s office. He opens the door, then stands there. I’m confused for a second, but he places a hand in the small of my back and firmly guides me through, then shuts the door behind me, leaving me in the shadowy, cavernous office with Beast. I try not to tremble. I don’t want him to notice my fear.

  My stepfather’s hulking body sits behi
nd his mahogany desk. I see his bald head and scarred face. He’s wearing a dark business suit and a silky blue tie, but it hangs loosely around his neck, the top buttons of his collared shirt left undone.

  “You wanted to see me, Daddy?” I ask.

  “Sit down,” he growls.

  I comply, sliding into one of two leather chair placed before his desk. He rocks back in his own chair, drawing out the silence, his body looming above my own.

  “Before your mother died, I made a promise to her. That I would provide for you. Give you a home, a place to grow up in. As you know, I’m a man of my word, and I keep my promises. I kept this one, as well. You were given everything. Now that you’re eighteen, I am no longer bound to my promise.”