LOGIN“Are you sure you really want this? You want your stepfather to ruin you? Because once we cross this line… there’s no going back.” “YES! I want my stepdaddy to ruin me! Please, do it! Breed your stepdaughter! I am drunk for your touch, papi!” Some holes were never meant to be filled… but that’s exactly why they feel so good. In this raw, unfiltered collection, you’ll dive into the most forbidden desires — stepdaughters who crave their stepfathers, rejected omegas who get intimate with their ex’s Alpha dad for revenge, powerful men who turn revenge into obsession, and twisted encounters that blur every line. Each story is dripping with filthy smut, dark romance, and addictive tension. If you love age-gap, stepfamily, werewolf, breeding, and the kind of wrong that feels too right — this book was made for you. Enjoy!
View MoreSophie
I was a fucking mess!
The Uber ride home was blurry, the music from the party still ringing in my ears, but nothing could drown out the aching need between my legs. I’d spent the entire night thinking about him. Again. Like I always did.
Kevin Randy. My stepfather. The man my mother somehow managed to marry eight months ago.
Oh please… don’t judge me, he is so fucking hot! You’d fall for him too.
By the time my friend dropped me off, the world was spinning. I barely made it through the front door before strong arms caught me.
“Sophie…” Kevin’s deep voice rumbled above me. “Jesus, how much did you drink?”
I looked up and my pussy clenched instantly. Even blurry, he was stupidly hot –sexy! He was standing in the living room in nothing but gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that hugged his broad chest and thick arms. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it while waiting up for me. ME!! That illusional thought made me feel special.
God, I wanted him so bad it hurt.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Kevin…” I giggled, nearly tripping over my own heels.
He sighed, shook his head and walked over, catching me before I could fall. His big hands on my waist sent electricity straight to my core. Our eyes met. The smell of his perfume wafted into my nose, intoxicating me even more than the countless bottles of liquor I had emptied at the club did.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Before I could protest, he lifted me up like I weighed nothing. Bridal style. My face pressed against his warm chest, and I breathed him in —that expensive cologne mixed with pure manhood. My nipples hardened instantly.
Oh Aphrodite.. this was so.. stimulating, electrifying, sensational—whatever words that could be used to describe what I was feeling. I latched onto his back with the little power I have left.
“You know, daddy, I touch myself thinking about you every night,” I whispered against his neck, my lips brushing his skin. “I fuck my fingers and moan your name… Daddy.” I heard myself giggle in lustful amusement… Crap! Did I mean to say that?? Oh god I was so drunk!!
His entire body tensed, I could feel his temperature rising, but he kept walking up the stairs without saying a word.
When we reached my bedroom, he tried to lay me down gently, but I wasn’t having it. The second my back hit the mattress, before he could pull the blanket over me. I sat up and yanked the front of my tight black dress down. My full tits spilled out, my nipples stiff and begging for attention.
Kevin’s eyes darkened. His jaw flexed hard.
“I’ve wanted you since the day Mom brought you home, daddy,” I chuckled, my voice shaking with alcohol and raw honesty. “Every time you smiled at me, every time you told me goodnight… I went to my room, took my panties off, and rubbed my little pussy until I came, thinking about your cock.”
Tears pricked my eyes. I was drunk, horny, and suddenly emotional.
“Mom doesn’t deserve you. She’s cold. She doesn’t even suck your cock, does she? I would. I’d get on my knees every single morning and choke on it like a good girl. I’d let you fuck my throat until I cry. I’d call you Daddy while you use me however you want.”
I crawled toward him on the bed, spreading my legs so he could see my soaked red thong.
“Please, Kevin… Daddy… I’m so wet for you. Look.”
I pulled the thong to the side, showing him my glistening, puffy pussy. I was literally dripping down my thighs.
“I’m not that drunk,” I lied, even as the room spun a little. “I know what I want. I’ve wanted my stepdad’s cock stretching me open for months. I’ll be your secret little slut. I’ll be so submissive for you. You can spank me, choke me, cum inside me whenever you want. Just please… touch me.”
A tear slipped down my cheek.
“I feel so empty all the time. Dad left. My ex treated me like shit. Mom only cares about her career… but you actually see me. You care. Please, Daddy. Make me feel good. Even if it’s just tonight.”
Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, looking like he was fighting a war inside his head. His eyes kept dropping to my exposed tits and dripping pussy.
“Sophie… this is dangerous,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re my stepdaughter.”
“I don’t care if it’s wrong,” I whispered, climbing into his lap. I straddled him and started grinding my soaked cunt against the massive bulge in his sweatpants. “I need you.”
For a moment, his hands tightened on my waist like he was about to give in. But then he let out a heavy breath, grabbed me firmly, and lifted me off his lap, placing me back down on the bed.
He leaned over me and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
“You’re drunk, baby girl. You need to rest.”
He stood up and turned toward the door, clearly trying to escape while he still had control.
Nah!! I wasn’t letting him get away that easily.
My hand shot out, fingers grabbing the back of his t-shirt with surprising strength. I yanked him back hard, and when he stumbled, I pushed his chest with both hands. He fell back onto my bed with a surprised grunt.
I immediately climbed on top of him again, straddling his waist, my dress still bunched around my hips and my tits fully exposed.
“Fuck…” he growled. Yes! He had given in!
He flipped me onto my back, pushed my dress all the way up, and ripped my thong down my legs. Then he spread my thighs wide and stared at my dripping pussy like a starving wolf.
“So fucking pretty,” he muttered.
The first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit made me cry out. Then he devoured me. His tongue was thick and hot, licking every inch of my soaked folds before sucking hard on my swollen clit. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, stretching me open, curling against my G-spot while he ate me like a man possessed.
“Oh my god— Daddy!” I screamed, hands flying to his hair.
He finger-fucked me faster, sucking my clit rhythmically, growling into my pussy. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. I was so wet it was embarrassing — juices running down my ass onto the sheets.
I came hard, my thighs shaking violently around his head, gushing all over his tongue as I screamed his name.
Even after I came, he kept licking me gently, cleaning me up while I twitched and whimpered.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth and chin were shiny with my cum. His cock was tenting his sweatpants obscenely.
I reached for it desperately. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I want your cock so bad. Put it inside me. Ruin your stepdaughter’s tight little pussy.”
He stood up, breathing heavily, staring down at my spread, dripping body like he wanted to destroy it.
For a moment I thought he was finally going to give in.
Instead, he adjusted his massive erection and zipped up his pants.
“Not tonight,” he said, voice strained. “Not while you’re drunk, Sophie. When you wake up tomorrow… if you still want your stepfather to fuck you, then we’ll talk.”
He leaned down, kissed my forehead tenderly, and wiped the tears from my face.
“Get some sleep, baby girl.”
As he walked to the door, I whispered brokenly, “Kevin… please don’t leave me like this. I need you.”
He paused at the doorway, shoulders tight, fists clenched. Then he left without another word, closing the door behind him.
I lay there with my dress bunched around my waist, my pussy still throbbing and leaking, knowing one thing for certain:
Tomorrow morning, I was going to seduce the fuck out of my stepfather.
And I wasn’t taking no for an answer!
The days lost their edges.We stopped pretending the sex was about the will. The clause still existed somewhere in the desk drawer downstairs, but neither of us reached for it. What we reached for instead was each other.. repeatedly, hungrily, with a single-mindedness that left little room for anything else.Elias’s fixation settled over us like a second climate. He wanted my milk the way some men wanted alcohol or prayer. Morning, afternoon, the middle of the night when the sea was loudest. He would wake me with his mouth already on my breast, sucking in slow, deep pulls until the let-down came and the sweet ache spread through my chest. Only after he had drunk his fill would he move lower, or turn me onto my hands and knees, or pull me into his lap so he could nurse while he was inside me. The combination became the center of everything.I stopped wearing shirts in the house. There was no point. Fabric only trapped the dampness and reminded me how constantly ready my body had become.
The days blurred into a kind of fever.We did not speak about the will again. We simply kept the agreement. Some nights Elias came to my room. Most nights I went to his. The sex stopped being careful almost immediately. What had begun as a reluctant, almost procedural act turned hungrier with every repetition. He still finished inside me with the same controlled focus, still disposed of the condom with the same quiet efficiency, but the way he looked at me afterward had changed. There was less distance in it. More heat. More of the thing neither of us had agreed to name.My body noticed before my mind did.It started as a low, persistent ache behind my nipples, the kind of tenderness that made even the softest cotton feel abrasive. I told myself it was hormonal noise, the residual chaos of grief and irregular sleep and too much sex. I ignored it the way I ignored the way my pulse jumped whenever I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Then the heaviness arrived. My breasts felt fuller, t
I did not go to him the first night.Or the second.On the third night the house felt too quiet to bear. The sea kept throwing itself against the rocks below the cliff like it was trying to get inside. I lay in my childhood bedroom with the window open and the salt air moving across my skin and understood that waiting would not make any of this cleaner.I got up, pulled on the dark robe that still hung on the back of the door, and walked the length of the hallway.His door was closed this time. I stood in front of it long enough to feel foolish, then knocked once.“Come in.”Elias was sitting on the edge of the bed in a white undershirt and dark trousers, elbows on his knees, looking at the floor. The lamp on the nightstand threw a low circle of light. He had taken the quilt off and folded it over the chair. The sheets underneath were plain white, turned down with the same precise care he brought to everything.He looked up when I stepped inside.“You don’t have to do this tonight,” h
LenaThe lawyer’s voice was still echoing in the parlor when the last of the relatives finally left.I stood at the kitchen window and watched their cars pull away down the long gravel drive, red taillights disappearing between the dark pines. The sea was loud tonight. It always was after a storm. Salt air pushed through the old window frames and made the curtains lift like they were breathing.Behind me, Elias set the thick envelope on the table with a quiet sound.“Sit down, Lena.”I sat.The kitchen of the coastal house had always felt too large for ordinary life. High ceilings, worn blue tiles, a long wooden table that had belonged to my mother’s family for three generations. The same table where she used to drink her coffee black and read the paper while the fog was still thick against the glass. Now the only thing on it was the will.Elias poured two glasses of water. He didn’t offer wine. Neither of us had the stomach for it.He looked older than he had at the funeral. The blac
I didn’t go home right away.I walked for almost an hour with cum leaking down my thigh and the video burning a hole in my phone. My legs felt shaky. My pussy was still throbbing from how hard he’d fucked me. Every step reminded me what I’d just done.I fucked my ex’s dad. In a club bathroom.And I
NoraI used to think love would save me.Three years of my life went into Asher like I was building something that would last. I covered for him when he fucked up with the elders. I stayed up with him after brutal training sessions, rubbing the knots out of his shoulders while he talked about how o
Kevin stared at me for a long moment, his cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. His expression had changed — the gentle, careful stepfather was fading fast.“You understand what you’re asking for, right?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “If I put a baby in you, that child is going t
I woke up with a slight headache and a very wet pussy.Memories from last night flooded in immediately — my tits out, begging my stepfather to fuck me, his tongue buried deep inside me while I screamed “Daddy.” My face burned with embarrassment… but my body was burning with something much stronger.






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