Taboo Step-Daughter POV Sex in Kitchen

The kitchen was dimly lit, the only sound the steady hum of the refrigerator and theapeptic swishing of a pair of panties being pulled down. Violet, the nubile step-daughter, stood bare from the waist down, her porcelain skin glistening in the moonlight that filtered through the window. She watched with bated breath as her father, clad in his police uniform, approached her with a devilish grin.

“You naughty girl,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?”

Violet bit her plump lower lip, nodding meekly. “Yes, daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Her father’s hands, strong and firm, gripped her slender waist, pulling her close. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He kissed her, his lips feverish with desire, his tongue claiming her mouth.

His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, squeezing her ample breasts through the thin material of her schoolgirl uniform shirt. Violet moaned, her body arching into his touch, her nipples hardening under his fingertips.

“You like that, don’t you?” he breathed, his hands slipping under her shirt, his fingers toying with her nipples. “You like being a bad girl for daddy.”

Violet could only nod, her mind clouded with lust, her body aching for his touch. She felt his hands slipping lower, toying with the waistband of her panties, pulling them taut against her throbbing sex.

“Please, daddy,” she whimpered, “I need you.”

With a powerful growl, her father ripped her panties away, the flimsy fabric no match for his strength. Violet gasped, feeling the cool air on her hot, wet skin. His finger found her clit, rubbing in slow circles, bringing her closer to the edge with each passing second.

“Such a wet little slut,” he growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “Tell me what you want, Violet.”

“I…I want you,” she panted, her head thrown back, her hips rocking against his hand. “I want your cock, daddy. Please, fuck me.”

With a grunt, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his thickness, hard and throbbing against her thigh, and she shuddered with anticipation.

He tugged at his belt, undoing it with a swift snap. Violet watched, transfixed, as he lowered his pants, freeing his massive cock. It sprang forth, hard and ready, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his voice ragged with need. “Beg for daddy’s cock.”

“Please, daddy,” Violet whimpered, spreading her legs wider, exposing her dripping wetness to him. “Fuck me. Fuck your bad little girl. I need it so bad.”

With one powerful thrust, he entered her, his thick cock stretching her tight walls. Violet cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body convulsing around him. He began to move, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen.

Violet wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder. She could feel every inch of him, filling her, stretching her, claiming her. Her body moving in sync with his, meeting each thrust with a downward push of her hips.

“Fuck, daddy,” she moaned, “your cock feels so good. I’m so close.”

With a guttural groan, he pounded into her harder, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Violet’s body tensed, her muscles clenching, her toes curling. With a final, powerful thrust, she came, her body convulsing, her inner walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, Violet,” he growled, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill this tight little pussy with my seed.”

Doing as she was told, Violet lowered herself to her knees, her hands gripping his thighs. She watched in anticipation as he stroked his hard, throbbing cock, bringing himself closer to the edge. His head fell back, his shoulders tensing, and with a loud groan, he came, his thick, hot seed spilling onto her face and chest.

Violet gasped, feeling the warm liquid on her skin, marking her as his. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and innocent, despite the debauchery they just engaged in. “Thank you, daddy,” she whispered, “for giving me what I needed.”

Her father looked down at her, his eyes dark and satisfied. With a grin, he reached out, his fingers slipping through the mess on her face. He brought them to her lips, encouraging her to suck them clean. Violet complied, her tongue swirling around his fingers, cleaning off every last bit of his essence.