Ariana’s POV

My stepdad’s been driving me crazy since he married Mom. I pushed her to find someone after Dad died, knowing she’d be lonely, but I didn’t expect her to pick a guy this hot six feet tall, biceps that bulge under his shirt, broad shoulders, and emerald green eyes that stare right into me.

He acts like I’m just his daughter, but I want more. Today, Mom’s gone for a five-day conference, and I saw my chance.

I put on my tightest bum shorts, the kind that hug my ass cheeks, and a crop top that pushes my breasts up, nipples poking through the thin fabric.

I went downstairs where he was watching TV, his eyes flicking to my butt as I walked in. I knew he couldn’t resist staring at my curves.

I sat on the couch, crossing my legs, scrolling on my phone but watching him from the corner of my eye. His gaze kept drifting to me, and I felt my core get wet just thinking about it. I couldn’t wait anymore. I stood up and walked over to him.

“Hey, Pops,” I said, keeping my voice light.

“Ariana,” he answered, his deep voice making my stomach tighten.

“This show’s boring. Let’s watch something else.”

I leaned across him to grab the remote, my breasts brushing his chest, my cleavage right in his face. His throat moved as he swallowed hard, and I knew I had him.

I flipped the channel to a porn site, the screen showing a guy thrusting into a woman, his balls slapping her ass loud enough to fill the room.

“The hell, Ariana? You watch this?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Yeah, I do,” I said, smirking, my eyes locked on his.

I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the heat build between my legs as the moans from the TV got louder.

I glanced at his lap and saw the bulge in his pants, his erection straining against the fabric. Now was the time.

I walked closer, biting my lip, standing right in front of him.

“What do you want, Ariana?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

“I want you, Zaddy,” I said, my voice thick with need.

“You sure about this?” he asked, but his eyes were dark, hungry.

I didn’t answer. I leaned down and kissed him hard, my lips crashing into his. He kissed me back just as rough, his tongue pushing into my mouth, tasting me.

His hands grabbed my breasts, squeezing them through the crop top, his fingers pinching my nipples until I gasped into his mouth.

I moaned low, my core throbbing, already wet and aching.

He pulled my top off, tossing it aside, and his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard while his other hand kneaded my breast. My head tilted back, my breath coming fast as I straddled his lap, feeling his erection press against my shorts.

I ground my hips down, rubbing my clitoris against the bulge, the friction making me whimper.

His hands slid to my butt, gripping the cheeks tight, pulling me closer as he sucked harder, his teeth grazing my nipple.

“Fuck, Ariana,” he muttered against my skin, his voice shaking. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock thick, hard, and veiny. I yanked my shorts and panties off, my vagina dripping as I climbed back onto him.

He grabbed my hips, guiding me down, and I felt his penis stretch me open as I sank onto it, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. I moaned loud, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He thrust up into me, his hips lifting off the couch, each push making my breasts bounce. My core clenched around him, wet and tight, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixing with my gasps.

“Zaddy, deeper,” I begged, my voice raw. His hands gripped my butt harder, spreading my cheeks as he slammed up into me, hitting so deep I felt it in my stomach.

My clitoris rubbed against his pelvis with every thrust, sending shocks through me.

I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest, my lips finding his neck, sucking and biting as he groaned. My body started shaking, the pressure building fast.

“I’m coming, Zaddy,” I gasped, my core throbbing around his penis, wetness spilling down my thighs as the orgasm hit me. My legs trembled, but he didn’t stop, thrusting faster, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.

“Goddamn, you’re so wet,” he grunted, his hands bruising my hips. He kept going, his cock sliding in and out, slick with my juices, and I knew he was close, his thrusts getting harder, more desperate. The room smelled like sex, the couch creaking under us, and I never wanted it to end.

He pulled out of me, his hand pumping his cock fast until thick streams of cum shot onto my breasts. I moaned loud as the hot, sticky liquid splashed across my skin, dripping down my nipples and onto my stomach. My chest heaved, the warmth of his cum making my skin tingle.

“Stand up and suck Daddy like a good girl,” he said, his voice rough, stroking his still-hard penis in front of me.

I got to my feet quick, my legs shaky, and knelt on the floor between his thighs. My hand wrapped around his thick penis, the skin hot and slick from our juices. I stroked it slow at first, and he hissed, his head tipping back. I leaned in, shoving his penis into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. He groaned deep, the sound vibrating through me.

“Urgh, Ariana,” he muttered, his voice thick with pleasure.

I moved my head back and forth, lips tight around his shaft, sucking hard.

His groans got louder, matching the rhythm of my mouth sliding along his length, my tongue pressing against the underside. My saliva coated him, dripping down to his balls as I worked faster.

His fingers grabbed my hair, pulling tight, the sting on my scalp mixing with the ache in my vagina. He started thrusting into my mouth, his penis slamming into my throat, making me gag. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop, my hands gripping his thighs as I took him deeper, the gagging sounds filling the room.

“You’re such a bad girl, Ariana,” he hissed, his hips bucking harder, fucking my throat with no mercy. Without warning, his penis twitched, and hot cum flooded my mouth, thick and salty.

I swallowed every drop, my throat working as I gulped it down, greedy for more. He pulled out slow, and I licked the last bead of cum off the tip, savoring the taste.

He grabbed my arms, turning me around fast and bending me over the living room table.

My breasts pressed against the cold wood, my nipples still sticky with his cum. He kicked my legs apart, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers brushing my wet vagina, making me shiver. I felt the head of his penis press against my entrance, ready to thrust in deep, when a loud knock pounded on the front door.

We froze, my breath hitched. His hand tightened on my hip, his penis still hard against me. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, glancing toward the door. My heart raced, my vagina throbbing, wanting him to keep going despite the interruption. The knock came again, louder, and I bit my lip, torn between the urge to stay bent over for him and the fear of who might be outside.