Forbidden Fruit – A Naughty Collection Read online Dani Rene

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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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I know this isn’t going to be easy, but I want it more than anything.

“Uncle Grayson, your breathing on my neck is ticklish.” I giggle playfully as his lips continue their descent to the curves of my breasts. He suckles, bites, and kisses me before gazing up again.

“As long as I hear that precious laugh from you, I’ll do anything, sweetheart.” His soft-spoken words cause me to smile so wide.

“Anything, Uncle Grayson?” I question, and his grin is pure sin. The way we’re sitting, it’s as if our bodies are made to fit together. He reaches for my face, his hand gripping my long black hair at the nape, and he tugs me toward his mouth.

Our lips only inches apart, he murmurs the words I’ve been dying to hear for far too long. “I’m going to feast on you, sweetheart, every supple inch of your body.” A deep rumble comes from his chest, his mocha-colored eyes are almost black, and his lips form a smirk so devilish I can see how women fall to their knees for him.

Without warning, he grips my hips and rises easily. Turning around, he sets me on the bed, my back on the soft mattress with my legs on either side of his hips. He reaches for the waistband of my black, sheer panties and tugs them toward him. As he guides the soft material down my long, lithe legs, his gaze lingers on every inch of me. I watch as he rises, looking delectable as his shirt finds the floor in a soft whoosh. Large hands grip my hips, and he settles between my thighs.

We’re both on the bed where I’ve spent many nights dreaming of him. My legs splay, and he stares in wonder at my slick core. I know Daddy is in the house, but right now, all I want is Grayson.

“Jesus,” he grunts, his tone rough with desire, and my lips lift into a smirk.

“You shouldn’t curse, Grayson,” I tease playfully. “My uncle fucking hates me saying anything remotely curse-like.” I lift my hand, biting down on my thumb.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be doing a lot more than cursing in a moment. I hope you’re not shy about Gabe hearing you come because I’m going to make you scream my fucking name,” he grunts, trying to keep his composure. The tiny bit of restraint falls away when his gaze falls on my pussy, which has a small patch of hair from my mound to my clit.

Grayson slides both his hands up and down my thighs as if he’s massaging me, calming the electricity shooting through my veins, but it doesn’t help, because I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before.

A moan, so sexual, and so fucking erotic falls from my lips. “Please, Grayson,” I beg, blatant and hungry. He leans in, capturing my mouth in a soul-stealing kiss. There’s nothing familial about it. This is a kiss of lovers, a man, and a woman. My body trembles, and when he breaks the contact, our eyes meet in a heated stare-down.

“Off with that bra, sweetheart. I want to see all of you,” Grayson growls, his tone thick and demanding. “I’m starving, and I’m about to feast on that little cunt of yours. Do you want me to?” he taunts me, and I know he’s loving every fucking second of it.

Quickly, without a second thought, I nod. No questions, no denying what we want, what we need. This is it. I’m stepping over the line, and I’m about to allow him to devour me.

I’m no longer his niece. I’m a woman he’s about to taste.

Chapter 6

Grayson

She’s perfect. There isn’t an inch of her I’m not going to touch, lick, bite, and fuck. She watches me intently with a small, shy smile on her plump lips. As soon as the flimsy material falls to the floor, her gaze rakes over me. I may not be chiseled like her little school friends, but I keep in shape with a daily gym routine and some night-time cardio that keeps me satisfied.

God, I’ve waited with baited-breath for so long, wanting every inch of her, wondering if I’d ever get the chance to get a taste. When she turned seventeen, as wrong as it was, my thoughts would drift to her like a boat, ebbing along, following her current.

I snake an arm around her waist and lean in to run the tip of my nose up against the curve of her throat. The smooth skin dots with goosebumps as I drink in the scent of her flesh.

“You’re really ready for this, Mila?” I question, and she nods. Kneeling between her splayed thighs, my tongue darts out to lick her pussy. Getting the first taste of Mila is the most erotic, forbidden thing I’ve done. Her body shudders, and I grip both thighs, holding her open to my gaze. Her fingers find my hair, fisting the strands as I devour her.


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