Daddy's Girl [ Erotica Forbidden Romance]

Amelia's POV:

My mom smiled as she collected the lawnmower from my step-uncle, who had just moved into the other room directly opposite my bedroom for the summer vacation with his wife. "Will you and your wife join us for dinner tonight?" she asked him, her voice bright and friendly.

The moment the words left her mouth, my pulse slammed against my ribs. Hearing my mom invite, my stepuncle set my heart, beating wildly in my chest.

I couldn't bear to look at my step-uncle right in the eye for fear of what he might notice. Not like I don't want him to see it, I just don't have the courage to show him yet.

I don't have the courage for him to see the lustful, hungry, and raw expression of how much I have been wanting him.

Mr Chase. Uncle Chase, as I usually call him.

My father's adopted brother.

A married man.

Twenty years older than me.

Completely off limits.

And the only man who's ever made my body feel like it was waking up from a lifetime of sleep.

His gaze flicked briefly in my direction before he answered, deep and warm. "Yeah. Ellie and I would love to."

God.

His voice slid over my skin like heat, and my thighs pressed together on instinct. My pussy throbbed just from the sound of it. If his voice alone could do that to me, I couldn't imagine what his mouth or his hands would feel like on my body.

God. It feels so wrong to feel this way towards Mr chase, a married man. He's related to my father even though adopted, and they both grew up together. nevertheles, he is family. It feels terribly forbidden, and an absolute taboo to lustfuly desire a married man.

I looked anywhere but at him, terrified my face would give away the things I imagined in the dark. The things I'd wanted from him since sixteen and recently turned nineteen last month-raw, hunger, and shamefully forbidden things.

"See you both at eight," my mom said.

I walked straight to my room, heart racing and nerves burning. Two hours. Two hours until I had to sit across from the one man I shouldn't want, yet couldn't stop craving for him.

I'm feeling nervous, excited, and a mixture of every other emotion I can't describe. The moment i had set my eyes on him again three years ago when he came into the country, I felt something shift in the air. He had just returned from military service, and he looked like he'd stepped out of a fantasy written just for me: rugged, broad-shouldered, carved by discipline, and hard work. His presence alone felt dangerous. His smile? Lethal.

He had those dark, penetrating eyes that made you feel seen and undressed. That strong, masculine jaw. Those big hands. That deep, velvety voice made my knees wobble.

And the worst part?

He was kind. Gentle. Soft-spoken when he needed to be.

A good man.

A married man.

A man who didn't even know how badly I wanted him.

I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn't quite know what that something was then. But I feel it every time I set my eyes on him. Whenever he gives me that sexy, dreamy smile and whenever he calls my name.

This morning, I made the mistake of staring at him through my bedroom window biting my lip with bated breath as he mowed the lawn of our house. Sweat clung to his skin, and when he peeled off his T-shirt, my breath caught.

His chest was all tan skin and tight muscle. Scarred in places, hardened by life. And the bulge in his jeans-thick, heavy and relaxed but unmistakable, had heat pooling low in my belly. The bulge in his jeans is full enough to make my mouth water. Full enough to make my pussy throbbed shamelessly with heat.

I'd tried flirting with him last time I came home from college, but he only smiled that polite, indulgent uncle smile like I was just a shy freshman sixteen-year-old girl who didn't know what she was doing.

But I did.

Oh, I did.

He is the object of my dirty fantasies, the sole reason of my wayward emotions, but he's happily married, and just here for the summer vacation, after which he and his wife would be long gone.

He is way off limits. He's dangerous as they come. He's forbidden like the tree in the garden of eden. He is someone I should not even bother fantasizing about.

But I couldn't help what I felt.

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After dinner, I lay in my bed, replaying every second of the evening. I could still imagine his strong arms around me when he hugged me and gave me a light peck on my cheek as they walked in for dinner. The way he complimented me in a polite manner in front of my parents and his wife.

That hug. That innocent kiss on my cheek.

The way his body felt against mine-solid, warm, and masculine. And then the moment that nearly made my legs give out.

"You've really grown, Amelia," he had said, voice low but polite. "You're a proper woman now."

My mother and his wife smiled, oblivious.

To them it was just a formal statement, but it made my knees weak and my nipples harden. I couldn't not stop imagining if it was me being all horny and not in my right sense.

But he looked at me.

Uncle Chase really looked. His eyes dipped, just for a heartbeat to the swell of my breasts.

A flicker.

A swallow.

A tiny shift of his posture, like he suddenly needed more space in his jeans. Maybe it was my imagination.

Maybe not.

But I could still feel his scent on my skin.

I close my eyes and let the memory wash over me. I suck my bottom lips as my hand drifted down my young body as i pretend they are his strong hands. My breath caught as it fumble at the elastic of my panties.

I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight pussy.

I slipped two fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off, and putting his hot mouth all over my small breasts.

I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me.

He'd grunt as he stroke my little wet pussy, as he'd pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air.

I gasped softly the moment my two fingers thrust deeper into my tight folds. In my fantasy, his hands tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry, claiming like he'd been holding back for far too long.

I moan and shudder as I imagined him pinning me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck.

I imagined him growling my name, his rough hands sliding beneath my clothes, his body pressing me down, his mouth closing around my nipples-kissing, sucking and biting gently until I cried out.

My hips arched up involuntarily as I pumped faster and desperately. My other hand rose to my breast, twisting my nipple until pleasure tightened at the base of my spine.

I imagined him whispering in that deep voice, "You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart."

I was getting close, so close it almost hurt. Until a sudden sound sliced through the fog of pleasure, cold and sharp enough to snap my eyes open.

My body froze, blood roaring in my ears. I must be hallucinating, or maybe I'd gone crazy to even think I had just voiced my secret fantasy out loud, with everyone in the apartment potentially hearing.

My tiny fingers lingered on my pussy as I stopped and listened, straining to see if it wasn't me. And then, there it was.... the moans I'd just heard in my fantasy were actually real.

I felt my pulse jump like lightning in my chest. It's not coming from me like I had thought. It's actually coming from...

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck me harder, Chase!"

A familiar feminine voice. Oh my fucking God.

The sound was coming from my step-uncle room directly opposite mine. I whirled toward the view from my bedroom door. My heart clenched with excitement and something darker, as I stood at the entrance of my room and took in the scene before me.

I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared, I almost couldn't believe what I saw a few feet away from me! My stepuncle, in all his naked glory was fucking his wife hard from behind.

He's fucking her like an animal. Hard, strong and powerful.

His body glistened with sweat under the soft bedroom light. He grunted, his strong muscles flexing as he pounded his cock into his wife, who leaned over the makeup table. The rhythm, the power in his movements, it was all intoxicating.

At first, my chest ached with a pang of envy. Watching the man of my fantasies fuck another woman so recklessly, it made something inside me twist and sink. They had no idea I was watching. I believe they thought i had slept off. The door was open simply because of the summer heat, not for my benefit, but I couldn't look away.

It felt wrong to be jealous. He was her husband. That's what husbands do to their wives. Hell! that's what couples do. I shouldn't even bother about the way he pounded her cunt with reckless abandon. Every thrust from him, every slap of skin, made my body tremble and thrum with desire and a sick twist of envy.

I gasped softly as his strong hands gripped her hips harshly, pulling her toward him. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the moans and grunts, made my skin hum with arousal. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to quiet the gasps that threatened to escape.

And yet, the more I watched, the more mesmerized I became. His muscles rippled, glistening in the light. His wife's body responded to him completely, her chest pressed to the table, her hips rising and falling in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

A wicked part of me imagined it was me instead of her, bent over that table with stepuncle holding my hips and pounding me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen right in front of me.

I could see his wife, her chest pressed on the makeup table, her ass raised upward, receiving every hard and long thrusts from him.

And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I'd stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy throb inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the inside of them while I watched the couple.

I quietly widen the door to my room, turned off the lights and sat on the reading table, peering directly to my hunky stepuncle in their bedroom, fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed down my panties, parted my legs open and slid my fingers wetly over my tight little pussy.

I could see his wife's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as my stepuncle hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

I watched the way he slid out of her, the way she turned around and rested on the table, her legs parted and wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her pussy again. I watched as he kept pounding her cunt, his cook deep and firmly buried inside her. His strong hands gripped her breasts.

I could only see his thick balls. I could hear the sweaty slaps of their skin. I gasped as he turned her around again until she's resting her elbow on the table again as he entered her from behind once more.

His glistening chest rippled under their bedroom light, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind.

I was rubbing my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking in tune with my uncle thrusting across the room.

I'd been close as I rested my back on the wall, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching them making love, I could already feel myself close to coming.

I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as my uncle pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Oh fuck! yes baby!" i heard her cry out. " Come inside my womb!"

Like a rocket that did it for both of us. I bit my hand hard as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as my uncle's face did the same.

He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into his wife. He groaned, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.

As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as my stepuncle slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening cock bobbed into view. Still hard, long, and veiny. I could see the cum dripping down. I could see the little throbbings of his magnificent cock.

I had never really seen a penis physically before, aside from spying on my friend older brother in the shower years ago or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. It is a whole new and different feeling, seeing it for real and knowing who it belongs to.

But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from stepucle's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous. His cock is the most beautiful thing I have seen all my life. His pubic hair surrounded it like a well trimmed garden.

The naughty part of me wants to go on my knees, my hair tied to the back, my small mouth wide open as I swallow him whole, taking him deep into my throat as I lick and suck every inch of his thick cock. I want to run my tongue all round the tip of his cock, tasting his saltiness. To swallow every drop of his cum.

I could see his erection dying down, yet it still looked big. I doubt if it could fit my tight channel. The thought made my mouth water and my pussy throb. I watched him put on his boxer and walked towards the other side of the room.

After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.

Their love making was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed as the grunts and sound of the couple replayed over and over again in my head.

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Two weeks later, we had another get-together. I won't lie, I had made myself look good that night, and I did it entirely for him.

The image of them fucking that night hadn't left my mind. The way he moved, the strength in his body, the sheer masculine power, it made my pussy throb and pulse with want.

Dinner was supposed to be casual, but I still chose a short, sexy, yet not overtly slutty skirt, and a wide-necked shirt that hung off my shoulders, flattering my slender form.

I hadn't even bothered wearing panties. Just imagining sitting across from him, his eyes on me, completely unaware of how bare and wet I was underneath, sent a thrill through me.

My heart hammered as he and his wife walked into the room, and there he was, gorgeous as ever. A crisp white T-shirt stretched over his broad, tanned chest, casual jeans, hair slightly tousled.

"Hey Adam, Marie; and-" He froze mid-sentence, eyes locking on me. I saw him stumble over his words, wide-eyed for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Amelia! Wow, hey!" he finally stammered, eyes quickly scanning my body before he seemed to catch himself. My cheeks flushed under his gaze as it ran over me.

I noticed a flicker of surprise, but he quickly regained control. That brief moment, however, sent my heart racing. I tried to remain composed, especially in front of my parents and his wife.

"Sit down, guys, food's just about done!" My mother said warmly, guiding them to the diningroom. As he stepped past me, I felt a thrill rush through me at the lingering heat of his gaze.

As we mingled, filling each other in on the usual small talk, I began to notice something that made my heart flutter. My Uncle couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me. At first, I thought I was imagining it.

But the more I noticed his lingering glances, the more his subtle smiles as I spoke, the more I realized he was watching me-truly watching me. I glowed inside. I had his attention. His eyes were fixed on me, letting me know I was being seen, being wanted.

He couldn't care less if someone noticed him staring. His dark eyes burned into me, daming the consequences of anyone realizing he's staring at his stepbrother young daughter and I felt my nipples harden with excitement.

After dinner, my dad and Uncle walked over to the bar cart in the corner. My mom and Ellie had their own private conversation, leaving me to clear the dishes. The tension was nerve-wracking, pretending not to notice my Uncle's glances-the way his Adam's apple bobbed, the subtle lick of his lips.

The thought of letting him know I had nothing underneath my skirt sent another thrill through me. I tried to control my racing thoughts as I moved into the kitchen, giving him one last glance. His eyes darkened, filled with something I couldn't name, and my legs went weak.

A plate slipped from my hands, shattering on the floor. I bent down to pick up the pieces, water running in the sink beside me, dishwasher humming. Then I heard him behind me: a sharp, low "Oh!"

I whipped my head around. Our eyes met, and in that instant, both of us froze. Shock crossed his face, then transformed into something darker and feral.

I had bent over at the waist, as I gently pick up the broken pieces of plates and had not noticed he was walking into the kitchen, and as I whirled around at my stepuncle exclamation, it'd only taken me half a minute to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes dark and so hungry looking.

The skirt I'd worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table.

But bent over at the waist, however, was another matter altogether, and between the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening.

My small skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he'd walked into the kitchen, My fucking stepuncle had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass. He had seen my bare pussy.