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Authors: Selena Kitt

BOOK: Taboo The Collection

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“Oh I’m gonna come,” she whispered, slipping a hand through his hair. “Make me come, Daddy. Make me come all over your face!”

Her words made him moan against her mound and the sensation brought her climax to the surface like sudden the swell of a geyser. She flooded his mouth with her juices, crying out as she rocked her hips so hard the headboard banged against the wall over and over. He grabbed onto her, trying to hold her still, but she was like a landed fish in his arms, finally flopping sideways with a little scream, collapsing beside him on the bed in a sweaty, quivering heap.

“Holy hell,” Duncan whispered, kissing his way up her calf, her thigh, parting her legs with his palms. She tried to resist—her pussy was still spasming with her orgasm, so sensitive she could barely stand it—but she couldn’t resist him. She just couldn’t. He was on top of her, kissing her deeply, and she could taste her pussy in his mouth.

“Fuck me,” she whispered into his neck as he nudged against her with his cock, seeking entry. “Do it. Put it in. I want you.”

Duncan hesitated, seeming to understand this was the moment of no return. She knew it too. “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Please.” Becca’s hips shifted up for him, seeking the perfect angle. “I can’t think about anything else. I did it all for you. I wanted you to see me, to look at me… like that. I only ever wanted you.”

He groaned softly, raining kissed down on her cheeks, her chin, her jaw line, her lips. “Oh Becca, you have no idea…”

She gasped, feeling the shift of his weight, the slow slide of his cock, spreading her open. “Oh!”

“I couldn’t let you see,” he whispered, buried, finally, deep inside of her. “How much I wanted you. I fought it every day. Every minute.”

She tilted her head at him, eyes wide. “You did?”

“I can’t fight it anymore.” He began to move, making her whimper and shiver beneath him. He was so very hard for her.

“You don’t have to fight it.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they rocked. “I’m all yours.”

“I love you, Becca,” he whispered into her ear as he filled her, again, again, the slick slide of his cock sending shockwaves through her, his words filling her heart to bursting. She let him take her, his thrusts growing deeper, harder, driving her across the bed, and she clung to him with sweet desperation.

“More,” she begged, moaning as his tongue bathed her nipples, first one, then the other, her pussy clamping down around his cock in response. “Oh god! Suck them! Lick them!”

He buried his face in them, still fucking her deeply, his cock battering her pussy, such sweet torture, making her pelvis buzz with heat. Becca gave him everything with complete abandon. Her body had no reservations about it, had always known what it wanted, and she wanted it too.

“Make me come,” she cried, heels digging into the small of his back as he pounded her into the mattress. “Oh yes, Daddy, make me come all over your hard cock!”

And he did, his final thrust into her slick velvet sending them both over the edge. Duncan cried out against her neck, hips rolling, his pelvis grinding against her throbbing clit, her pussy snapping like a velvet glove around his pulsing cock. He shuddered and exploded into her, both of them clinging together. Duncan gave her everything she had ever wanted and more in that moment.

“Oh I love you,” she whispered, kissing his cheek, seeking his mouth, finding it, sealing her words with a soft, wet cinnamon tasting kiss.

“What are we doing?” he asked softly when their mouths parted, although they were still joined together, inseparable as they has always been, doing this dance all along. “This is so… wrong.”

“It’s not wrong.” She pulled him close, remembering how ashamed she’d felt for wanting him, knowing he must have felt the same. It wasn’t perverted, or sick, or twisted. It was… “It’s right. It’s perfect.”

He sighed, but it wasn’t a sad sigh. It was full of relief—of
rightness.
“I’m so yours.”

She knew it, somehow had always known it, but hearing him say it, seeing him finally, finally looking at her with all the love and desire in his eyes, filled her completely. This wasn’t a dream, or if it was, she never wanted to wake up.

It was a dream come true, and it was all she’d ever wanted.

ABOUT SELENA KITT

Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.

Her books
EcoErotica
(2009),
The Real Mother Goose
(2010) and
Heidi and the Kaiser
(2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance,
Second Chance
, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story,
Connections
, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

She can be reached on her website at
www.selenakitt.com

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TABOO: COMPLETE COLLECTION
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By Selena Kitt

Discover the deliciously taboo lure of an incestuous siren call with four stories bundled into a wickedly hot anthology that’s determined to keep it all in the family!

When Patrick's father went off to war in 1944, he told his eighteen-year-old son, You’re the “
Man of the House
” now. Patrick’s mother has struggled to keep them afloat, and he does what he can to help. He knows she’s tired, sad and very lonely, but when circumstance brings a young woman into their lives for a brief time, it alters everything between he and his mother forever. Will Patrick become the real “man of the house” before his father returns from the war?

In “
The Garden of Eden
,” Libby has lived her whole life with her father, Ed, in a nudist colony. It’s a very open, natural life, and they’ve never had an issue--until Libby’s mother, Kim, re-enters their lives. Kim is appalled by their living and sleeping arrangements and wants to take Libby away from the nudist life. Libby, still devastated by her mother’s abandonment, wants to have nothing to do with the shopping trips and material things her mother is offering, but the longer Kim stays, the more everything --everything--becomes a greater temptation.

In “
Lassoing the Moon
,” Leila knows she’s always been closer to her son, Rich, than most mothers, since Rich’s father left when he was just a baby. He’s been the man in her life forever--but now he’s really a man, and his coming-of-age is a test for both of them.

In “
Lost Souls
,” eighteen-year-old Lily, raised by her fundamentalist preacher father, Adam, isn’t allowed to date or do anything against church “law.” Asked to the Halloween dance by a boy she really likes, Lily defies Adam. But when they are caught in a compromising position by her father, what will her punishment and repentance be?

Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and sex, as well as some very naughty taboo sex.

EXCERPT:

From “
Lassoing the Moon
”

“I’m sorry about this morning,” she whispered, looking down at the dark line of hair that started at his belly button and trailed down under the elastic band of his boxers. She grazed it lightly with her fingertip and found herself thinking about what lay beneath the navy blue material.

He shrugged. “I should have closed the door.”

“Why didn’t you?” She closed her eyes as his fingers moved lightly over her collarbone.

He swallowed. “I don’t know. I guess I forgot.”

Leila was trying hard to just keep breathing, to ignore the sweet sensation of his fingers on her skin, how it made her nipples tingle and harden. She didn’t want to admit, even to herself, that she was getting wet, the gentle pulse between her legs turning into a throb.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she murmured, teasing the waistband of his boxers with her fingertip. “It looked like you were…pretty close to finishing.”

He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. “Yeah.”

“Did you?” she asked after a moment, seeing what she was sure was a slow rise under his boxers as he shifted again.

“Mom…” he breathed as she snuggled a little closer, pressing her full breasts into his side.

“Did you come?” she whispered, seeing a definite tenting in his shorts now.

He swallowed and whispered, “Yeah.”

“Good,” she purred, feeling his hand slipping a little lower in her blouse. She knew she should stop him, stop herself, but she didn’t seem to be able to. “I’m glad I didn’t spoil it for you.”

“You didn’t,” he assured her, moving his hips slightly, like he was trying to get comfortable.

“I haven’t seen you naked since you were a little boy.” He gasped when she slid one finger under the elastic waistband, tugging it up and letting it snap back. “It was kind of a shock.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice lower, his breath warm and his lips almost touching her ear. “For me too.”

Slowly, she let her whole hand move underneath his shorts, reaching toward heaven or hell...

SELENA KITT’S
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