My Hot Step Dad Novels & Stories

Sandra saw that her sweet step daddy was getting harsher, though she found his loud voice to be comforting and loving. “I love you just as a father love his daughter. How could you ever think of that of me?" "Why won't I? You love me more than how a dad loves his daughter. You don't have to pretend. We just shared a passionate kiss moments ego. I kissed you dad and you responded. Right now you are hard because of me. I can feel your huge dick poking my ass. I know you are scared because I'm your step daughter. You are saying this because it's wrong but who cares. What matters now is our happiness. You want me and I want you as well and that I what matters. Who knows, maybe we are meant to be

Olive yelled crying. “Ohhh, Dear stepfather, I will take care of your heritage,” I said sitting on the floor beside Olivia. “What,” She asked, looking at me. “Yes Olivia you are my step-sister,” I said looking into her shocked eyes. “No, it can't be possible,” She said, biting her lips. “It is Olivia, My mother left my father because of him” I yelled, leaving her alone in her house. I lit up a cigarette before calling Joseph. “Hi Stephen,” He said as usual.

*at my house dad* I lied *well, I was hoping you could drive down to the mansion cause I have some good news for you* he stated and I giggled fondly before asking what it was. *I got myself a new wife* he uttered and I felt everything around me pause at that moment, waiting for him to tell me he was joking. I gasped in disbelief before biting my lower lips to suppress the anger I was feeling within. *what?....don’t tell me it not a joke dad. I mean, I don’t need a stepmom neither do you need any wife for yourself* I fired and he gave a dry laugh across the line. *just quit saying that. I need a wife. I don’t care if you need a stepmom or not but I Gonzalez need a woman by his side.. you get

I immediately looked away, my cheeks burning up. "Cut the bullshit. I doubt you haven't seen a dick in your life." He spat out. My gaze immediately snapped to his and I felt the same temper rising again. "You don't know anything about me. For your information, you're my stepfather, just reminding you in case you lost some of your brain cells on the way here. You shouldn't talk to me like this. Don't be a creepy pervert!" I was panting by the end of my tirade.

CONTENT: Humping, cumshot, orgasm, deep fuck, rough sex, stepdad. Chapter 1 My stepdad has a look of pure bliss as we walk to our car. I trail behind him, my eyes wandering over his broad back and narrow waist, to those hard buttocks that bump up under his pants, and I feel the heat between my thighs before I look away. "Daddy, you don't believe what that guy told you right?" He stops at the car and sighs. "Madison, honey, you're nineteen. You're a grown woman."

“You can't leave me all high and dry Anastasia." “What? Is this all about sex for you?" I question in exasperation. “No dear, I love you and I miss you, I just need to have a feel of you." His grip is beginning to tighten. “No dad, I love you too but as a father, this has to stop, go to your wife." I decide to put my foot down before this gets out of hand. “You cannot deny me what is mine." My stepfather pushes me on my back, fear grips me from my

I never expected to meet this man again, how could it be he's my new stepdad and we'd be seeing each other everyday from living in this mansion. His eyes were gawking on me, his jaw dropped. From me, he glared at my son who was right in front of me. No one needed to say it out, they got the same face. “Do you know each other?” My siblings’ voice came up right after mom. Without thinking twice, I uttered. “He's the father of my son!”

Dad would fuck the shit out of me, pulling my hair and spanking my firm little ass. I was aware that my legs were moving back and forth, my thighs rubbing together as my wet pussy yearned for my step father's cock. I suppose I should feel bad, wanting to fuck my daddy But hell, with that body and his thick black hair and pretty blue eyes, it was hard to see him as anything other than a hot as hell older guy. One I sure as hell wouldn't mind fucking.

I just walked past him and into the sitting room, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I tried to breathe. The room was too quiet, too clean. I turned on the TV, hoping to lose myself in a movie. Maybe if I watched something light, I could forget where I was. Who I was with. But peace didn’t last. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and his son walked in like he owned the place. His shoulders were relaxed, but the smirk on his face made me sit up straighter. “Stepmom,” he said, dragging out the word like it was poison. “What’s it like, marrying someone old enough to be your father? Let me guess—it’s all about the money, right?”

he mutters. “I’m trying,” I say sweetly, leaning into him. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle hardness pressing against me when I press closer. God, my stepdad is hard for me. My mom’s man. The man who probably tucks her into bed at night... and I want him to bend me over right here while she's getting her nails done. If she knew what I was imagining—her husband’s hands all over me—she’d lose her mind. Which only makes me want it more.