Free Without Protection (Taking the Brat) by Kyra Keeley Page B

anything.”
    “You are seriously going to add slut to your list of indiscretions today, little lady.”
    “You want to watch me touch myself?” I’m grasping at straws, trying to figure out what will get me out of this, and make Noah see me as the woman I’ve become.
    He laughs. “Is that supposed to get me off, or something?”
    “I know you like looking at me. I’ve seen you.”
    “You are very pretty, Rebecca, but for fuck’s sake I’m your stepdad. Your mother is my wife.”
    My ears perk up when he says, “fuck,” the rest of his sentence doesn’t even register. I move my head back and loosen my grip around his waist. He takes this as an opportunity to escape, but I grab him by the waist of his khakis. Before he can even register what’s happening, I’ve undone his belt, button, and gotten his zipper halfway down.
    “Rebecca, what has go tten into you?” Noah gasps, catching the top of his pants before I’m able to wrench them downward. 
    He stumbles backwards, falling to the floor on his back. I don’t even make sure he’s okay before I pounce on him. I straddle him, pushing my pussy against his waist.
    “I will . . . I will fuck you. Just don’t be mad and don’t tell my Mom. You know you want it.” In the heat of the moment, all my secret desires go from my brain and out of my mouth with no filter.
    I want him to want me.
    I want him to take me.
    I want for my lust to be fulfilled by Noah.
    I want my first time to be with someone who really knows me.
    Noah continues to try to crawl out from under me. His face is one of horror at the situation. He almost looks as terrified as someone in a monster movie. I would just let him go, but the pressure of my pussy has made him half hard. I’m delighted as I feel his cock stiffen in response to my proposition. His length extends directly in my center and I feel a heavenly tingle.
    Recouping his strength, he is able to easily toss me off of him.
    “You go up stairs, and put some cl othes on. We need to talk rationally, Rebecca.”
    ‘I don’t wanna.” I kick my feet and pout.
    “Go!” Noah points upstairs with authority.
    I reach out one last time towards the protrusion jutting out of his pants. He knocks my hand away and puts his hand on his head as if he were having a migraine.
    I reluctantly collet my crumpled body off the ground. I head towards the steps. At the foot, I turn around, again catching Noah leering at me.
    “You will talk to me. You’re not going to leave, or call Mom are you?”
    “No, Rebecca. We really do need to talk.”
    Back in my bedroom, I don’t do as I’m told; instead, I just sit on the edge of my bed in my panties waiting for Noah.
    After five minutes that seem to take five years, I can hear my stepdad slowly walk up the steps. He approaches my door, not surprised that I’m still not wearing any clothes. He enters without knocking, or saying anything. This is definitely a first.
    “I’m sorry,” I say.
    “Don’t be,” Noah, says, before cutting me off with a gentle finger placed upon my lips, not allowing me to say anything else. “I think we want the same thing.”
    “Really?”
    “I’m just as curious as you are. To me, your perfect teenage body is a wonder of the world. The same desire you have to see my stiff cock, I have to see your wet pussy.”
    The crude words he uses cast a spell on me.
    “Yes, Daddy.” I don’t know what else to say.
    Noah reaches downward, grabs me around the wrist and brings it to his hardness that snakes down his thigh. He guides my hand gently up and down. I can feel his warmth through his pants. Noah uses his other hand to lift my chin upwards so I’m forced to see the pleasure my touch causes.
    “Now, crawl onto the bed.” I do. “Stick you ass in the air. Pull your panties down to your knees. Then put your head and arms on the bed. Now, look at me.” Again, I do exactly as I’m told.
    I’m on my bed with my gauzy panties hanging loosely at my knees, my naked