My Hot Step Dad Novels & Stories

Was he hard? Fuck, Fuck, fuck! "Jenna get a hold of yourself!" I instantly withdrew my gaze. "I'd be right back." I muttered hurriedly, unable to meet his gaze—not after the sinful, raw and erotic scenes that I'd just imagined in my head. I should be ashamed. He’s not just a hot, sexy man. He’s the stepfather of the one I’m supposed to love. And yet, my body didn’t give a fuck. "It's not like they're blood—related." I countered, heading upstairs like I was being chased.

The melodious sound of his laughter does something to my thighs that infuriates me. “Settle down, kids.” Mom places the last dish on the table. “I didn’t do anything, Mom.” “Yeah, yeah,” Hasan mocks, making a silly face at me that makes me want to throw a loaf of bread his way. Hasan is my stepbrother. A thorn in my side that is impossible to get rid of. My mom adopted him when I was in fifth grade. I had come home that day from school to find the f*ck*r lying on my bed. No one lays on my bed, not even my mom. He casually introduced himself as my brother, as if it was totally normal.

I answered moderately. Somehow my mind drifted to the ugly incident of Hades' marking and the adulterous night. I tried to pull out of the horrific memories and pick up something positive to say. “What kind of an Alpha was Hunter?” I blurted out, before I could stop myself. I shook my head, what was I doing? Shouldn't I be asking about Hades instead of his stepdad? I tried to convince myself that I needed to know about the past Alpha to be able to understand the present one.

He wants every shade of my madness I present him. “Mum won't be home until 8.” I shrugsmashing my breasts harder, willing him into my temptation. “Fuck me, daddy.” He scoffs, shifting into a heavy chuckle, and with a possessive twist… No, aggressive twist, he pushes me down, dumping me on the bed like a nasty mass. I’ve never seen my stepdad in such light; dark, aggressive, dirty… And I like it. “Wanna be a bitch, huh?” He groans, crawling towards me like a predator.

“Just say it.” Luca swallowed. “Victor isn’t your stepfather.” The world tilted. “He’s—” I couldn’t finish. “He’s your biological father,” Luca said. I staggered back like I’d been slapped. “No,” I breathed. “That’s impossible.” “I saw the documents,” he said. “Accidentally. Years ago. He caught me. Threatened me. Swore me to silence.” My chest burned. “Then why tell me now?” “Because Ethan’s about to confront him,” Luca said. “And if Dad loses control—”

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?

“Are you trying to collapse again?” I nearly jumped, and tripped over a small stone. The man standing a few feet away was tall and broad shoulders and wearing shorts and nothing else. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and the way he looked at me made me look away. It was my step father-in-law, Damian Blackwell. “I… I—” I stammered and straightened my back, trying to appear stronger than I felt. “I don’t need a babysitter.” “You’re out here in the cold,” he said, taking a few steps closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

"I've been aware since about April. I'm giving it anyway because I've been waiting twenty-four years for the opportunity and I'm not letting a technicality stop me." He walks me to the car. At the door he does the hug. He is much better at it now.. still slightly careful, still with the sense of a man executing something he was not taught, but he no longer holds too tight at the start and he no longer lets go too early. "Call me tomorrow," he says. "After." "I will." "Not immediately. Take the morning." A small pause. "But at some point in the afternoon, yes, call your father."

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

His large open palm came down sharply against the bare skin of my ass in a series of stinging slaps, the sharp pain instantly blooming into a heavy, throbbing heat that pushed my body closer and closer to the breaking point. "That foolish boy has absolutely no idea that I am fucking my own stepdaughter raw every single night while he is sitting in his room jerking off to fantasies of you," Stephen rasped out, his voice thick and gravelly with pure, possessive rage. "He has no idea that you scream for your stepfather’s cock until you are completely breathless."