Filthy Rich Stepdad Novels & Stories

I whispered, “but yes.” Another shriek. “Rae. Rae. This is fate. This is smutty, filthy, delicious fate.” I groaned, covering my face with the sleeve of his shirt. “He’s my stepdad’s brother.” Dead silence. Then: “I’m gonna need you to say that again, slower, so I can process the level of forbidden we’re operating on here.” I repeated it. She made a sound like she was dying.

“This is torture.“ I cry. “Fuck, don’t stoppp. Ohhh, daddy, please. Please.” He bites and tease, then drops it too. “Fuck.” My body sags against the door. My breath rushes, my tits rising up and down. My feet stumbles backward, my hands pressing into the wall beside me to hold my weight. Slicky wetness grease my feet and I look down to see I’ve made a filthy mess on the floor. He snorts. “Dirty girl.” He scorched down between my legs, hands on the wall, not touching. I might really die now.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I moved in bed I felt you. Please, Daddy… fuck me again. I need more.” He stood up, freed his thick cock, and rubbed the head through my slick folds. “Beg properly. Tell your stepfather how much you love being his dirty little secret while your mother sleeps upstairs.” “I love it,” I whimpered, pushing back. “I love being your whore. Please fuck your wife’s daughter. Breed me again. I don’t care how wrong it is.” He thrust in deep, bottoming out with a groan. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect. So young and tight for your billionaire stepfather.”

[Mia's POV] I couldn’t stop staring at my phone. “$75,000. One night. No limits. My penthouse. Tomorrow evening. I want all three of you.” Richard Caldwell — our sugar daddy, the wealthy 52-year-old tech investor who had been quietly spoiling us for the past few months — had finally made his real intentions clear. This wasn’t another expensive dinner or a shopping spree. This was something much darker, much filthier, and much more expensive.

“You didn’t protect me from anything. You cheated on the only decent man who ever tried to be my step dad, got knocked up by some random asshole, and now you want me to play happy family with the sperm donor? Fuck that.” “Corleone!” She grabbed the door as I tried to slam it shut. Her fingers placed in the gap. “You will not speak to me like that! I am still your mother. You don’t get to judge me. You have no idea what I went through back then. Your real father has money and, connections. He could give you things Martil never could. He wants a relationship with you.” Just like this Mr Sutton has power and connections. His son isn’t clean as well. Somehow, my mom keeps getting the rich dudes

Blake motioned weakly for me to lean closer, then spoke in a frail whisper. “I caught my stepmother having an affair with Mr. Dean… My father has a mistress and an illegitimate son outside the family… Someone among them tampered with my car because they wanted me dead…” I swallowed hard. What kind of insane rich-family drama was this? More importantly, hadn’t I just learned way too much?! “Help me… get out of here,” he pleaded weakly. “There’s no way,” I blurted out immediately. After all, both families had already paid me a total of eleven million.

I said and he looked at me confusedly. "I told you I was adopted right? After I turned seven Dad adopted me but it took me some time to fit in the family. You might know that Harper... my stepmom is actually from a really rich background. When she met my dad, they ran away to get married. Her family disowned her for marrying a middle-class man. So my dad vowed that he will become rich for her... and he did" I said with a smile but I can see anger in his. Is he still not calmed down?

It was pretty typical behavior from them. My stepdad, Mr. Baldwin was super wealthy, and my mom remarried him quickly after my dad passed away when I was little. I was raised by my grandparents until they passed away too. Mr. Baldwin never really wanted anything to do with me, so my mom kept me at a distance. Even after Gigi and Gia were born, nothing changed. And to make things more awkward, Gigi and Gia are also event planners, which feels like they're just trying to one-up me and prove they're better.

My core clenched involuntarily at the recollection, sending a fresh wave of soreness through me. “Babe? Can you hear me?” Alex’s voice cracked with desperation on the line. “Liliana, please. I know I fucked up. Yesterday was… God, I don’t even know what happened. Mia and I… it was nothing. A stupid mistake. But my stepdad can’t find out about any of this. The company — our future — it’s all tied to his approval. If he pulls out now, I’m finished.”

“She also noted that the... existing familial relationship would ensure ongoing involvement in the child’s life.” “This is insane,” Richard says. “It is unusual,” Wells agrees mildly. “However, it is also legally binding. If Miss Ashford wishes to claim her inheritance, these are the conditions.” I’m still staring at the number on the page in front of me. Twenty-three million dollars. Enough to pay off every debt I have, buy a house, never worry about money again. Enough to change my entire life. And the cost is... letting my stepdad fuck me. My stepdad, who I’ve been secretly attracted to since I was eighteen. Who I’ve caught looking at me in my bikini by the pool. Who I’ve imagined late at