All Chapters of More Than Just Her Stepfather: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Naomi (Three Days Earlier)I gave Becky a soft smile as she pushed the spaghetti around on her plate. It was clear that she was stressing about something, I just didn’t know what it was.“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked her.“Is Daddy going to come home tonight? I miss him,” she whispered and I could see the tears in her eyes.I reached across the table to take her hand. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Daddy is trying to get everything ready for the adoption fair.”“I know, but…” She stabbed the noodles again before pushing her plate away and running out of the room.I sighed as I got up to go after her, but slowed when my phone rang. I pulled it out and frowned at it when I saw that it was Rip calling.“Hello?” I hissed, making him sigh.“Hey, Nomes.”I clench my jaw tightly. “When are you coming home, Rip? Are you going to be here to read Becky her bedtime story tonight?”He sighed deeply. “I’m afraid not, baby. Will you read her another bedtime story for me?”I pulled my phone away from m

RipI stood there painting the wall as I thought about what I had told Naomi the night before, while I had been drunk. I had told her that I shouldn’t make love to her. It was both a lie and the truth. I wanted to make love to her every single fucking night, but I didn’t want her to think that I only wanted her for her body. I didn’t want her to think that I was just like every other male she had known. I wanted her to be sure that I wanted her for more than just a fuck buddy. I wanted her to be sure of my love.Not only that, but I had punched the wall while we were making love. It must have scared her, but I hoped it hadn’t made her scared of me. I had been so keyed up from not touching her in days that every time my orgasm drew close, it fled before it hit. That was until she started to claw at me, which immediately increased my pleasure. I wanted to be rough with her. I wanted to pull her hair. I wanted to wrap my hand around her throat and litter her skin with hickeys. I wanted t

NaomiI licked my lips as I watched the war waging behind his eyes. He quickly finished his beer before setting the empty bottle down on the table and turning toward me. I scooted down on the couch as I put my leg over the back of it.“Come on, handsome! You know you want to taste straight from the source,” I purred.He groaned as he bent down to flick my clit with his tongue, which made my head drop back. “Rip…”He groaned before shifting on the couch to bury his face between my legs and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, Nomes! I love when you have my cum deep inside of you,” he groaned.He began to lick my lips, tracing all of the edges, which drove me crazy, but I forced myself to remain still, too afraid that he would stop touching me if I moved too much. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy his mouth on me, eagerly lapping at my most sensitive spot. When he stabbed his tongue into me, my back arched, lifting me off the couch.“Rip!”He eased a finger into me while his tongue licked it

I was sitting beside Rip in bed, working on my report while he slept. It had been a long night for us, and I wasn’t surprised that he was still asleep. Between the alcohol and our passionate lovemaking all night, I’d be surprised if he woke up before 2 PM, but that was okay with me, because I had to finish this stupid report for my project. Thankfully, I had possession of the USB drive that held the rest of our project, which made me eternally grateful that I didn’t have to speak with Gabe again. After he tried to force himself on me the day before, if he ever spoke to me again, I was going to kick him in the balls. Suddenly, Rip’s phone started to ring, and I groaned as I tried to lean over him to get it.“Hello?”“Naomi? Where’s Rip?” Jon asked, completely panicked.“He’s sleeping. What’s wrong?” I inquired, instantly alert.“Can you wake him up? I really need to talk to him. It’s important!”“Sure!”When I turned to wake Rip, he was already awake and watching me. I handed him the p

After I got Naomi calmed down, I stood up, holding my hand out to her. “Would you like to dance with me, beautiful?”“Absolutely.”Once she took my hand, I led her out onto the dance floor, where I took her in my arms and began to sway back and forth with her. I loved holding her, and I didn’t want to leave anyone with any doubts about why I was with her. The longer we moved around the floor, the more relaxed she became until she was laughing and chatting happily with me about the fundraiser, asking me who everyone was, as well as who, if anyone, I was working with. After dancing, I began to lead her around the room, enthusiastically introducing her to everyone as my woman. Mine! As we were approaching Katelynn and her husband, Steve, Naomi tensed at my side. I knew she was thinking about the spiteful words that she had spouted ear