My Hot Step Dad Novels & Stories

I don’t get why you can’t hire an apartment out of school for me, it’s not like we are broke or anything. Maybe when your dad sends money for your education then you can consider spending lavishly but for now , your step dad is the one funding all of it and I don’t think I’m going to sit back and watch him waste that amount of money. Killian might be cold and distant but I know he wouldn’t bother you, stop being a brat and never use curse words when talking to me again. Remember your step dad is having a gala for the company and you are expected to be there, whatever beef you have with your brother ends before you come home.

See, she is so hot that no one, even me, could deny desire for her. Mom married my step-dad when I was twelve. I am now eighteen. He is a good provider but he is very jealous of anyone around my mom. Other than his money, I'm not sure what she sees in him. He is overweight and going bald. Oh, and he is white. He is about twenty or more years older than mom. She is thirty-six. He's gone a lot on trips for his work and I have overheard them many times talking about his lack of ability to satisfy her sexually. I think that he has some problems keeping it up these days and momma has a very strong sex drive. Oh, and I inherited that too.

Chapter 1 “Daddy…” The word slipped out of my mouth in a broken moan as I shoved two fingers deep into my soaked pussy. I was supposed to be studying for the past hour; textbooks were open on the nightstand and notes scattered but my mind drifted back to Steven. My step-dad. Forty-five, built like someone who swung hammers for a living. Broad shoulders, strong forearms with dark hair that made him look rough in the best way possible. He’d been part of my life since I was sixteen, but this summer… something had shifted. The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts.

“Don’t forget, baby girl. Dinner tonight at The Orchid Hotel, 8 pm sharp. You’re finally meeting him, your new stepdad. Dress nice. I’m so excited for you two to get along. Love you “ I stared at the message, thumb hovering. New stepdad. The words should’ve been one of the best things I was willing to hear. Instead, a strange little laugh bubbled up in my chest. I couldn’t be less happy. I was buzzing. Yesterday had rewired something inside me, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d said “good girl” like it was a secret only we shared. Of course, it was. I’d stayed up almost till dawn scrolling through videos, reading articles, memorizing new ways to move, to touch, to please him. Crazy? Probabl

“Pleased as fuck. Spill Yara.” I sighed, face flushing. “That’s Mike. My…stepdad. Mom remarried last weekend.” Ari’s jaw dropped, then she burst out laughing. “Wait… isn’t that the cop you were trying to lure into bed? The one you’ve been creaming over for months? No fucking way!” My face turned red, heat still pooling between my legs despite the embarrassment. “Ari, shut up.” She cackled, leaning in. “So that means y’all gon’ be doing that stepfather-daughter shit? Forbidden fucks under the same roof? How’s his dick like? Thick? Long? Bet it’s a monster; cops always pack heat.”

“Who are you?” His eyes finally met mine. And the truth in them frightened me more than any message, photograph, or secret ever had. “I was never supposed to tell you.” “Tell me what?” Nick swallowed. Then he whispered, “I'm not your stepfather, Melody.” The room went completely silent. He looked at Clara. Then at Andrew. Finally, he looked back at me. “I am your father.”

His breath was hot against my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he growled, voice rough. “Getting fucked by your stepdad while your mom is in the next room laughing at her show. So fucking dirty, stepson.” I moaned into his palm, the sound muffled, pushing back against him desperately, the slap of skin on skin barely covered by the running water. “Harder, stepfather,” I managed to gasp when he loosened his hand slightly. “Please. I need it deeper. Fill me up.”

I stared at the glowing screen of my phone until the words blurred, my heart hammering a frantic, sickening rhythm against my ribs. He thinks he owns you, but we both know I already had you first. The text message was burned into my retinas. I quickly locked the phone and shoved it under my pillow, trying to block out the sheer, terrifying reality of what it meant. The guy who had wrecked me in that hotel room, the one who had left me aching and breathless just twenty-four hours ago, was Arthur Sterling’s son. Which meant he was my new step-brother.

“Every time he calls I feel sick. Every time he says he wants to be part of my life I just want to come find you and get on my knees. I don’t care that he’s my real father. I care that you’re the one who actually owns me.” Declan growled against my mouth. He stood up suddenly, still buried inside me, and carried me the few steps to the wall. My back hit the plaster. He drove into me with short, brutal thrusts, one hand under my thigh to keep me open, the other braced beside my head. “Say it again,” he ordered. “I hate Dad.” My voice cracked on a particularly deep thrust. “I just want stepdaddy.” “Louder.” “I hate him—fuck—I only want you—”

"For a man who is supposed to be my stepfather… you really are terrible at keeping your distance." He opened his mouth to say something…probably another command, another warning, another reminder of who he was and who I was, but I didn’t let him. I moved closer again, my face right up to his, my lips barely an inch from his. My hands rested flat on his chest, feeling his heart hammering out a rhythm that matched mine perfectly. "Ever told you you’re damn too hot to be step daddy."