Alone With My Stepfather Novels & Stories

I wanted to feel that again, even though I knew it was wrong. “Mark, please,” I said, my voice low. “You’re going to be my stepfather. This is messed up.” He leaned in closer. His hand brushed my waist, pulling me gently toward him. “Doesn’t feel messed up when we’re alone, does it?” His breath was warm against my ear. “You’ve been thinking about me too. I can see it in your eyes.”

I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. Then he froze. “You’re drunk,” he muttered, voice strained. He pulled back immediately, even though his massive cock twitched with need. “I don’t do this. Not like this.” I begged. I cried. But he dressed me gently, kissed my forehead, and sent me home with my friends. One week later, Mom introduced her new husband. Tyler. My stepfather.

Cloe felt a tingling in her eyes, the urge to cry, and Shay continued: "He saved my father's life. And that wasn't all he did, Cloe. One day when I was trying to seduce him, and I can assure you I never succeeded! Never, I could never seduce him, and on this day, I told him that my parents separated when I was little, and I stayed with my mother, and she remarried. Oh, I'm not going to repeat everything, I don't like to relive it, but I told him that I was abused by my stepfather, that my mother didn't believe me, and for years I suffered in silence until I went to live with my father. I never had contact with my mother again, but I have a little sister from her second marriage, and I was ve

Nakantingin lamang ako sa kanya at parang tumigil ang mga tao sa paligid, yung pakiramdam na wala akong marinig dahil nabingi ako at sa kanya lamang nakatutok ang mata ko. Napabalik lang ako sa ulirat ng tapikin ako ni Mama, "Anak, siya si Daniel Monrow, ang soon to be stepfather niyo," pakilala ni Mama habang nakangiting nakalagay ang kamay sa braso ni Daniel na nakangiti rin tumingin sa akin, napabaling ang tingin ko kay Isaac at Xavier na agad nawala ang ngiti nang makita nila ang kunting-kunti na lang ay babagsak na ang tubig sa aking mga mata. "Babe, He is my Son, Leo, ang may birthday ngayon,"

Fuck! Why do I feel like am about to unlock a Pandora box that I might definitely not like looking into. “No, there isn’t. I live with my stepmother and stepsisters on the outskirts of town. My father died several years ago,”I finally reply, king Alaric squeezed his long fingers around my waist a little harder. More heat rush over my spine..

“Diego is a good man, honey, and I know he will be a wonderful father to you.” I chewed my tongue, watching a genuine smile lap on her face before she veered around walking away and I felt like tugging my hair. I didn’t fuck want a stepfather because no one would ever replace my dad’s place in my heart, and my mum was just being selfish to that part.

He laughed, his voice thick with drunken lust as he ripped my shirt open, exposing my breasts to his lecherous gaze. "You're so beautiful," he growled, his hands caressing my skin as I tried to twist away from his touch. "So perfect. You're all mine, girl. All mine." I screamed, my voice raw with fear and desperation as I pleaded for him to stop. But the house was silent, the walls closing in around me as I realized that there was no one to hear my cries. "Scream all you want, girl," my stepfather growled, his voice laced with malice. "No one's going to help you. You're all alone. All alone with me."

He kissed me again deeper, his breath ragged, and I matched it by tugging his hair, urging him on. Then the realization hit me sharply like a slap: This was my stepfather. I froze. My hands dropped and my throat got locked. “Stop struggling,” he murmured, his voice thick, his lips brushing my ear. “Just give in, Miguel. I know how badly you want this” “Get the fuck away,” I snapped, shoving him hard, my voice shaking. He hesitated and pulled back slowly, his pants tight with want, his jaw ticking tight. He stood by the side of the bed, lingering a second, then soon turned and walked out. The door clicked shut, fucking loud in the silence.

Too his eyes my husband was nothing but prey. My stepfather-in-law Christopher D’Amelio With cold and unloving eyes and soothing voice, “You should be glowing my wife now,” said Ethan, the ‘lucky’ not so lucky groom of mine as he whispered sweet nothings to me, lightly squeezing my back. Was I everything I was told to be, to smile my true self smile. For family, friends and folks Ethan could not pretend for. To savor, dress, and feast on concealment, and tip toe round better my phasms worst harshly bewildered, clenching my body cross to the inaronet or your thumbs all contained in your stares. Tension tighten me like a rope.

She moved toward the stairs gracefully, leaving both Christian and Rose momentarily speechless. As soon as she was gone, I let out a slow breath and turned toward my father. “Maybe if you treated her well, she wouldn’t need to be making appointments with a doctor at all.” Christian’s eyes narrowed. “Hunter, you shouldn’t concern yourself with the affairs of my wife. That’s not your business.” I leaned back in my chair, matching his glare. “It is my business. She’s my stepmother, after all, and I care if she’s being walked over or treated poorly. Wouldn't want you to treat her like you did my mother."