Daddy and Daughter Sex Velvet Taboo

The first time I whispered daddy and daughter sex to myself in the shower steam it felt like a forbidden prayer a secret too hot to hold. I was twenty-three fresh from college crashing back at the family home while hunting for a job. My stepfather Mark had raised me since I was ten his broad shoulders and gravelly voice filling the void left by Mom's endless travels. He wasn't blood but he was daddy in every way that mattered his rough hands fixing my bike his deep laugh echoing through movie nights. Lately though those memories twisted into something darker sultrier. The way his flannel shirts stretched over his chest the scent of his sawdust cologne lingering in the hallway it all ignited a ache between my thighs I couldn't ignore.

That humid July evening the house hummed with the lazy buzz of cicadas outside. I'd slipped into a thin white sundress the kind that clung to my curves like a second skin no bra no panties just the whisper of cotton against my hardening nipples. Dinner was simple grilled steak and corn sweat beading on our skin as we sat at the kitchen table. Daddy's eyes flicked to me more than once lingering on the valley between my breasts the hem riding up my thighs.

God he sees it doesn't he? The hunger I've been hiding the way I ache for daddy and daughter sex right here on this scarred oak table.

I shifted crossing my legs the friction sending a spark straight to my core.

"You look different Lily grown up" he rumbled his fork pausing mid-air his blue eyes darkening like storm clouds. His voice was low textured like whiskey over ice wrapping around me. I smiled biting my lip tasting the salt of anticipation.

"Maybe I am Daddy. College changes a girl." My foot brushed his calf under the table accidental at first then deliberate tracing slow circles up his jeans. He didn't pull away. Instead his jaw tightened a muscle ticking there his large hand flexing around his beer bottle. The air thickened charged with unspoken electricity the sizzle of steak juices echoing our rising heat.

After dishes we migrated to the living room the old leather couch creaking under our weight. The TV flickered some forgotten Western but neither watched. I curled against him my head on his shoulder inhaling his scent woodsmoke and man. His arm draped around me fingers grazing my bare arm sending goosebumps racing.

Touch me Daddy claim what's been simmering for years. Make this daddy and daughter sex fantasy real.

"You've been teasing me all night princess" he murmured his breath hot against my ear. His hand slid lower cupping my waist thumb stroking the underside of my breast. I arched into him a soft whimper escaping.

"Is it teasing if I mean it?" I turned my face to his our lips inches apart. His eyes searched mine consent shimmering there raw and mutual. Then he kissed me slow deep his tongue claiming mine tasting of beer and desire. I melted flavors exploding salt and sweetness his stubble scraping my chin deliciously rough.

His hands roamed reverent mapping my body through the dress fabric bunching as he palmed my ass. I straddled him grinding against the hard ridge in his jeans the denim rough against my slick folds. Heat pulsed there soaking through every barrier. "Daddy" I gasped breaking the kiss "I need you. Daddy and daughter sex like I've dreamed."

He groaned lifting me effortlessly carrying me to his bedroom the master suite with its king bed and faint scent of his cologne. Moonlight slanted through blinds silvering the sheets. He laid me down reverent peeling the dress off inch by inch exposing my flushed skin. His gaze devoured me nipples pebbling under that hungry stare. "So beautiful my girl" he husked shedding his shirt revealing a chest dusted with dark hair taut muscles from years of labor.

I reached for him fingers trembling over his belt unbuckling with a metallic clink. His cock sprang free thick veined throbbing in my palm velvet over steel. I stroked him slow savoring the bead of pre-cum pearling at the tip salty on my tongue as I leaned down to taste. He hissed fingers tangling in my hair not pulling just guiding.

Yes worship him Daddy's cock made for his little girl's mouth.

"Enough princess or I'll finish too soon." He pulled me up positioning me on hands and knees ass high a light smack landing on one cheek the sting blooming into pleasure. "You want daddy and daughter sex? Beg for it."

"Please Daddy fuck me. Fill your daughter with that big cock." The words spilled filthy authentic my voice husky with need.

He teased first the broad head nudging my entrance slick and ready. Inch by agonizing inch he sank in stretching me full the burn exquisite friction dragging over every ridge. I cried out back arching scents mingling sweat and arousal thick in the air. He bottomed out hips flush groaning deep in his chest. Then the rhythm built slow thrusts rolling hips grinding my clit against him sparks igniting.

Sounds filled the room wet slaps of skin skin-on-skin my moans his grunts the bedframe creaking protest. His hands gripped my hips thumbs pressing bruises I'd cherish fingers digging just enough to heighten every plunge. Pressure coiled tight low in my belly building wave by wave. "Harder Daddy make me yours" I pleaded pushing back meeting him thrust for thrust.

He flipped me then missionary intimate eyes locked as he drove deeper. Sweat slicked our bodies sliding gliding his mouth on my neck sucking marks blooming purple. I raked nails down his back welts rising under my touch.

This is it the pinnacle daddy and daughter sex shattering us both into bliss.

Tension crested my walls clenching milking him as orgasm ripped through me stars exploding behind eyelids cries echoing raw throaty.

"Fuck Lily come for Daddy" he growled pace faltering spilling hot pulses deep inside ropes coating my depths. We shuddered together locked fused collapsing in a tangle of limbs hearts hammering in sync.

Afterglow wrapped us soft sheets cool against fevered skin. He held me close stroking damp hair kisses feather-light on my forehead. "My perfect girl" he whispered voice tender sated. I nuzzled his chest tasting salt licking lazily content.

Outside cicadas sang on but inside peace reigned the taboo we'd crossed now a bridge to something deeper. Daddy and daughter sex no longer fantasy but reality pulsing with promise of encores. His fingers traced lazy circles on my hip igniting faint aftershocks.

We'll do this again and again

I thought drifting into sleep wrapped in his arms the scent of us lingering like a vow.