TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 18

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ALWMSD: FUCK ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER 2

I reached for the drawstring of my sweatpants and let them fall to my ankles. My cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, already weeping a bead of pre–cum that glistened in the morning sun. I was now fully naked in the space. I didn’t waste another second. I stepped closer, pressing my front against her smooth, bare backside.

“Watch her, Angel,” I whispered into her ear. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin. I lined the head of my dick up against her soaking wet opening. I didn’t just shove it in; I pushed slowly-

agonizingly slowly. I wanted her to feel every single ridge, every pulse of my veins.

“Ohhh… ahhh… Daddy…” She let out a long, shaky breath as I slid an inch inside. Her body was so hot, like a furnace. The tightness was incredible. It felt like she was trying to pull me in and push me out at the same time.

“Shh. Don’t let her hear you,” I growled. I pushed another inch. I felt her walls stretching, gripping me like a vise. I was watching Elena out the window. She was laughing now, her back still turned, completely

unaware that her husband was halfway inside her daughter right behind her.

I pushed the rest of the way in. A deep, heavy thud of our hips meeting echoed in the quiet kitchen. Angel’s head fell back onto my shoulder, her eyes rolling. 2

“Yes… oh God, yes… ohhh, Daddy, you’re so big,” she whimpered.

I didn’t move for a moment. I just stayed there, buried deep, feeling her heart racing through her back. Then, I pulled out until I was almost gone and slammed back in.

Slap!

The sound of our skin hitting was loud. I froze, looking at the window. Elena hadn’t moved. I did it again.

Slap. And again.

Slap. I started thrusting fully, enjoying this forbidden, risky view. 1

“Ahhh, yes, Daddy… ahhh… oh fuck, yes… ahhh… ahhh…”

“Angel…” I groaned.

“Daddy… please… harder. Ohhhh, yes… nng, nng, nng, nng…” Angel pleaded with her tiny voice.

I grabbed her under the arms and hoisted her up. I sat her midway on the counter, right next to the bowl of fruit. I pushed her legs wide apart, pinning her knees against my chest. This was even riskier. Now, she was facing the window. If Elena turned around, she’d see Angel and the way I was buried between her legs.

“You like this, don’t you?” I rasped, my voice thick with lust. I started to hammer into her now, my thrusts becoming short and violent. “You like being a bad girl while Mommy is right there. You want everyone to know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy… yes! Ahhh! I’m yours, Daddy… all yours..!”

She was getting loud. Her moans were becoming high–pitched and desperate. She reached out, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her skirt bunched up around her waist.

“Quiet!” I hissed, but I didn’t slow down. The friction was driving me insane. I could see the glistening juices coating my cock as I slid in and out of her. Every thrust made the fruit bowl rattle on the counter. Every push made her breasts bounce under that white school shirt.