My Stepdaddy Wants Me Novels & Stories

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.

He pulled out his slimy cock from my pussy and mercilessly drove his raging hard-on into my ass. “Please no!” I pleaded as I felt his cock deep inside my bowels. “No one has ever done that to me. Please don’t... stop.” I whined as he began to thrust. His balls were slapping my cunt as his shaft began to slide in and out of my tight asshole. “I warned you not to speak twice already,” he said. “Now you have to pay for your stupidity and disobedience.” “But... but I’m your best friend's stepmom. How can you treat me like this?” I asked, turning to look at him.

I thought of the way he looked at me, the way he keeps trying to control me, how he moves around the house like he's been there ever since. "I want to have sex," I repeated, my voice dropping its playful edge, becoming entirely serious. "And I need my dear stepfather to catch me in it."

I whimpered, the word falling out so naturally now that it scared me. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing. “Say it again. Tell Daddy exactly what you want.” I was shaking with need. “I want you to fuck me. I want my stepdaddy’s cock inside me. Please… ruin me.” That was all it took.

"That was different. We were family then." "Were we?" she asked, her voice small. "I mean, really?" I didn't know how to answer that right away. "I tried to be a good stepdad. Still care about you, kid." "I'm not a kid anymore, Brad." "I know that," I said quick, maybe too quick. "Doesn't change much though." The thunder rolled again, and I heard her shift in the bed. "Can you come back up here? Just for a little while. The storm's still bad."

This was so fucked up he is my stepdad,my mom’s husband but my body didn’t care,it wanted and craved for him. Craved his hands, his mouth, his cock stretching me open and making me call him Daddy while he filled me up with his cum. I didn’t know how I was going to survive living in the same house as him. But God… I wasn’t sure I wanted to

His hands held my hips tight keeping me in place on the car hood. “Tell me how long you’ve wanted this baby girl. Tell Daddy the truth while I fuck you.” I wrapped my legs tighter around him pulling him deeper, my heels digging into his back. My pussy clenched around his thick cock with every slow thrust and I could feel my juices coating him again. “Years,” I whispered right against his mouth, my voice breaking as pleasure built. “I’ve wanted my stepdad’s cock for years. Every time you hugged me I wondered how it would feel inside me.

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.

Cain squeezes and my stepfather turns purple. "Don't kill him!" I shout, and Cain looks down at me. "You okay, baby?" "Yeah, Daddy, I'm okay." My stepfather looks between the two of us, and Cain tosses him to the ground. He coughs and spits as he tries to catch his breath. Cain stands over him menacingly. "She's mine now. You got that?" he growls, and my stepfather crawls back against the wall. "She's packing her bag and she's never coming back. I won't keep her from her mama, but I'll keep her from a piece of shit like you."

Something wounded. Then the mask returns. "Your mother took something from me." His voice is flat. Cold. "I'm taking something of hers." "I'm not a thing." My hands clench into fists at my sides. "I'm not property. You can't just take people because you're angry." He stands and moves around the desk with slow, deliberate steps. "For the next year," he says softly, "you're whatever I say you are." His breath is warm on my face. I should step back. Create distance. Protect myself.