My Wicked Stepdad Novel Novels & Stories

His big hand stroked my hair, surprisingly gentle after how rough he’d just been. “You okay, baby?” he asked quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I nodded against his chest, sore and satisfied and already aching for more. “Yes, Daddy.” His fingers trailed down my body, already slipping between my legs again, playing with the mess he’d made of my pussy. “Rest for a minute,” he murmured. “Then Daddy’s going to fuck you again.” I shivered in anticipation, pressing closer to his warm, muscular body. Being my stepdad’s little brat had never felt so good.

I am aware that a woman who once signed fifty pages without reading a single word spent eleven days on a nine-page lease. I would have spent eleven more. I paid for all of it myself. My money. The portion of my father's that is mine and has been mine since the spring, sitting in an account I have barely touched because I did not know what I would ever want that would not feel like something given to me. This is what I wanted. Richie offered twice.

“Always, Daddy.” He freed himself thick, hard, already leaking and pushed inside me in one long, claiming slide. My back arched off the wall. The bump pressed between us like living proof. He fucked me right there in the alleydeep, steady, the wet slap of skin echoing off the bricks while cars hissed past on the main street twenty feet away. “Feel that?” he rasped, one hand sliding down to rub slow circles over the swell of my belly. “That’s your stepdad’s baby growing inside you while he fucks you out in public like the dirty girl you never stopped being.”

he muttered. I moaned, another chill rolling through me as I did as I was told. I stared into his eyes as he inched closer and closer, his tip finally resting on my outstretched tongue, giving me my first taste of my stepfather’s cock. I closed my lips around it immediately, sucking long and hard as I moaned again, this time with my mouth full. William drew in a quick breath as I took him in deeper, laving him with my tongue, teasing all the spots I knew from my time with Derrick would have him melting in no time. I bobbed along his shaft, my lips slowly stretching to their limit as I made my way down to his thick, throbbing base. Then I buried my nose in his pubic hair, thrashing my head fr

The truth tumbled out, stupid and raw, but I couldn't lie, not when stopping him would shatter me. I didn't care if I sounded desperate, whorish. This man, hot, commanding, every inch the forbidden fantasy knew exactly how to unravel a woman. He was my stepfather-in-law, and that only fueled the fire. "Aaah... daddy, don't stop!" I screamed as he positioned himself between my thighs, face inches from my slick heat. His breath ghosted over me, teasing, before his mouth descended, tongue delving in, eating me out with feral hunger. My back arched off the bed, fingers clawing the sheets, lost in the storm he unleashed.

The face turned toward the camera. Clear. Unmistakable. Victor Blackwood. Sebastian’s father. The founder of the empire. The man everyone believed was too powerful to fall. Marcus broke the silence first. “I see you both recognized him.” Sebastian didn’t respond. His jaw had gone rigid. Ivy forced herself to speak. “That… that has to be manipulated.” Marcus shrugged lightly. “I thought you might say that.” “You’re telling us,” Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?”

Ana Chapter 12 Ana "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" My mother asked, a twinkle in her eyes. "I don't mind joining in on the fun." I watched, still in disbelief and awe, as I processed my mother's words and her entire reaction to the situation. I knew a part of me was insane to have been fucking my stepdaddy, what I hadn't realized was that the insanity came from my mother. Christian stood, walking past my mother as he made his way to the bedroom.

Jared glanced at me and I knew what he was going to say, “It's not that easy…he's powerful…why don't you join us,” he said and led me to his study, I didn't know what to say. My mom and I wanted nothing to do with werewolves reason why she supposedly married a human. Who turned out to be a werewolf. “I don't know I…” “Lizzy…we are in the same boat…do you know your step-dad that much…” Jared asked and shut the door to the study. I walked toward the bookshelves and shook my head.

Men come here and purchase us like items, they buy us and take us to their houseses to warm their beds for them. I couldn't have been here. No I shouldn't be here. It was my wicked step father. That man sold me out, he is so wicked, I thought I could bear his wickedness until I'm old enough to leave the house but unexpectedly he sold me out like an item. He is the most wicked man on Earth. The most wicked. My mother had married him when my birth father died but unfortunately she joined him and ever since then, the man has been a pain in my body.

I shifted uncontrollably as his body’s heat clung to me like a second skin, making me recognize how close he was. I frowned, masking my inner turmoil. “Zack? Who?” His lips curved in an overwhelmingly cold smirk. “I am the young master of this White Mansion. Zackary Walton is my father.” What? My mind went blank. Father? I gawked at him in disbelief. Like, this sinfully alluring man was my stepson? I got married and, all of a sudden, became a stepmother at the age of only twenty-one? “That’s not what I was told!” I blurted out. But before I could process the insanity of this situation, Zack stepped away, his warmth disappearing as well.