Desired By My Stepdad And His Sons Novels & Stories

“Really? It’s not like you to give in so easily.” “She’s got it into her head that she wants to leave,” he said quietly. “I can’t make her change her mind.” “Of course you can,” Ivan said, grinning. “Use your charm.” “I’m all out,” he said humorlessly. “You simply have to find out what she wants,” his stepdad said, nodding. “Easy.” “I know what she wants,” he said, grimacing as he drained his coffee mug. “She wants to get married and have a baby.”

Ashley and I are working my stepdad’s dick together now, licking and slurping and tasting every inch of him. He’s got one hand in my hair and the other in Ashley’s as our tongues twist and twine and dance all over him. A shudder passes through Evan and a moan escapes his lips. I stop what I’m doing for a moment to just look at him. Jesus fuck he’s hot. For a second I’m jealous of my mom – she gets to do this to my stepdad whenever she wants. How unfair is that?

He really knew the effect he had on me. "Call me Step Daddy." My stomach twisted. Forbidden word and wrong. But could I complain when Damon looked extraordinary handsome than the devil's son himself? No! I couldn't. I didn’tcare if he was the devil himslef because I would follow himto hell if I had to. "Say it." His words made me open my mouth slowly, before closing it. "Step Daddy." "Louder." "Step Daddy!" He smirked. Dark. Cruel. His hand trailed down my side. Fingers dug in. I gasped.

Marcus obeys instantly, twisting them hard as he thrusts between my breasts. I am completely lost in the moment, moaning, whimpering, overwhelmed by the two strong men using every inch of my body. My stepdad leans down and kisses me filthily, his tongue invading my mouth while he continues pounding me deep. “Beg for our cum, baby,” my stepdad growls against my lips. “Tell us exactly where you want it.” “Please, fill me up,” I sob, my voice breaking with desperation. “ I want you to cum in your slutty stepdaughter, Daddy and cover me with your cum, Marcus. I want it all over me.”

Just this suffocating presence, this wall of a man who’d once carried me upstairs when I fell asleep on the couch and now looked at me like I was something he needed to scrape off his shoe. “I am your stepfather,” he said, each syllable deliberate. “This… entanglement has gone completely off the rails. It has to stop.” He stepped around the desk. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. “This marriage is the best choice,” he continued, voice dropping lower, the way people speak to children who don’t understand. “For you. For me. For this family. Isabella will give you stability. Children. A life that isn’t—” He gestured vaguely between us, the motion sharp. “—this.”

I rode him fast grinding my clit on him until I came again screaming his name. "Yes ride me you brat," he said gripping my hips tight. "Take all of my cock. You love getting fucked by your stepdad do not you?" "I love it Daddy," I moaned loud. "Your cock is so big. I am addicted to you now. Fuck me anytime you want."

"We're leaving. Clean up this mess, and I expect you both at the estate for breakfast at eight sharp." As Arthur dragged me out into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with the sheer, taboo insanity of what had just been decided. I was going to be shared. By my step-father and my two step-brothers. But just before we crossed the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder. Damian was leaning against the ruined desk, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, while Leo stood beside him, his pale gaze fixed entirely on my curves. They weren't looking at each other with hatred anymore. Damian gave a slow, deliberate nod, and Leo returned it with a dark, chilling smile.

The life that I had built deliberately out of the wreckage of everything that came before. There were two hundred people in this room and I was standing here coming apart over a man I had buried, no I straightened. Lifted my chin. Found my smile and put it back where it belonged. He was my stepson. That was his role now. That was all he was ever going to be. He would soon be leaving for where he came from. I let a few minutes pass. Let the room pull me back in — Richard's voice, the music, the warmth of people who meant well. And when I turned to Salvatore again it was with the steadiness of a woman who had made her peace.

he growled, then pressed me against the wall and fucked me until I was screaming. That night, I snuck into my stepdad’s office while mom was fucking him in their room, and got the existing will along with the new one I had drawn up. When I sat down with him, he’d quickly glanced at the existing will, growling that Stephanie gets everything. Then, he’d looked over the new will. “We need to make some changes here,” he said. “Like what?” I asked.

And this disgusting man was supposed to be my stepdad? I gave him my most innocent smile, cheeks flushing pink on cue, and tilted my head cutely. "You too, Victor… or should I call you Daddy?" My mother's face twisted with disbelief. "Feel free to call me anything, dear," Victor replied, his smile widening, but his gaze was still glued to my tits. "Awesome then," I replied, then let my eyes slide over to his two sons. The struggle was written all over their faces—their stares were even more blatant, ravenous.