Imani’s heart raced as she excused herself from the dinner table, leaving her family engrossed in conversation. She had been planning this moment for weeks, ever since her stepfather, Marcus, first laid eyes on her. She was drawn to his confident demeanor and the way he looked at her with a hint of desire. Tonight, she would either crush her secret fantasy or bring it to life.

Imani entered the kitchen, her footsteps silent on the tile floor. Marcus stood by the counter, a glass of scotch in hand. He turned as she approached, a smile playing on his lips.

“Can’t seem to enjoy the company of your mother and siblings, huh?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Imani’s cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze. “Dad, may I have a word with you?”

Marcus’s eyebrow arched, a spark of intrigue in his eyes. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s step into the study.”

Once inside, Imani closed the door behind them, the air thick with unspoken tension. Marcus leaned against the desk, his muscular frame taking up the space.

“What’s on your mind, Imani?” he queried, his tone gentle but expectant.

Imani took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “I… I wanted to talk to you about something. Privately.”

Marcus’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “Alright, baby girl. What is it you need to discuss?”

Imani swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She looked up at Marcus, at the lines of his face, the strength in his jaw, and the promise in his eyes.

“I want you to touch me, Dad,” she whispered, the words burning on her tongue. “Make love to me.”

For a moment, Marcus was silent, shock etched on his features. Then, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Oh, Imani,” he murmured, “you’re playing with fire, little girl.”

He dropped his glass and crossed the room in two long strides, scooping Imani up in his arms. She gasped as he pressed her against the wall, his mouth devouring hers in a passionate kiss.

Marcus’s hands roamed her body, his touch setting her aflame. He pushed her dress up, revealing her lace panties, and slid a finger beneath the delicate fabric. Imani moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking against him.

With a low growl, Marcus tore the panties aside and delved into her warmth. His tongue and fingers worked her pussy with a skill that left her writhing, begging for more.

When he finally lifted her onto the desk, Imani was panting, her legs wrapped around his broad shoulders. Marcus positioned himself between her thighs and, with a deep thrust, buried himself inside her.

Imani screamed, her nails digging into Marcus’s back as he pounded into her with fierce intensity. The desk creaked beneath them, the sounds of their lovemaking filling the room.

Marcus angled his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside her with each stroke. Imani’s climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. He rode her through it, his own release imminent.

With a final, powerful thrust, Marcus spilled his seed deep within Imani’s quivering core. They collapsed together, panting, their bodies slick with sweat.

Hours later, as they lay tangled in the sheets of Imani’s bed, Marcus pulled her close, nuzzling her neck.

“I never knew how much I wanted this, baby girl,” he murmured, “but now that I have you, I don’t think I could ever let you go.”

Imani smiled, her heart full to bursting. “I don’t want to be let go, Dad. I want to stay right here, with you, forever.”