My Wicked Stepdad Novel Novels & Stories

I fucked her harder, bouncing her subtly on my cock while dozens of people stood around us waiting for the shooting star. “Be a good girl and stay quiet,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “Or everyone will know Daddy’s fucking his little princess in public.” She clenched hard around me, on the edge of another orgasm, while I continued thrusting deep inside her soaked cunt under her skirt. The first shooting star streaked across the sky in the distance. Everyone cheered and made wishes. I just kept fucking my stepdaughter. End of book 39

Out of the corner of my eye, Damien smiled through the whole exchange, that infuriating curve of his lips, like he knew secrets I didn't. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, he watched us with amusement. Bastard. Then, as if on cue, Mom turned, gesturing grandly. "Oh! Ava, meet Adrian Blackwood, your new stepdad. Adrian, this is my brilliant daughter, Ava. She's the one who keeps me on my toes." He pushed off the wall, extending a hand like we were strangers at a cocktail party. "Pleasure to meet you, Ava."

“I’ve watched you. Protected you. Paid for your life while she chased ghosts. I waited. I was patient. But I’m done waiting.” My stomach flipped. Heat flooded my face—and lower. “You’re sick,” I whispered, even as my thighs pressed together. “You’re my stepfather. This is… this is perverted, Ross. You’re twice my age. You’re supposed to be the responsible one.” A dark, knowing smile curved his lips. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my jaw in a way that felt far too tender for the filth coming out of his mouth.

"Just some sibling rivalry. Nothing to worry about." Victor’s gaze flicked between Luca and Ethan, then settled on me. His eyes softened for a moment, but there was something else there—something possessive. "Ariana," he said softly, "go inside. It’s getting late." I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave them alone, not when the tension between the three of them was so palpable. But I didn’t have a choice. Victor was my stepfather. His authority was absolute, even when it was wrapped in a layer of quiet intensity.

“That’s it. Choke on Daddy’s cock while you leak your uncle’s cum.” Behind me, Connor’s mouth finds my pussy. I jolt, oversensitive, wrecked, but his tongue is gentle at first. Lapping through the mess. Licking his own cum from my folds, pushing it back inside me with his tongue, then sucking it out again. The obscenity of it, my step-uncle eating his own cum from my pussy while my stepdad fucks my throat— makes me clench so hard fresh wetness gushes onto his face. “MMPH, ohhh, MMPH—”

It’s a little gross actually. So how did I get a werewolf stepdad? Well, my parents had me in high school. My dad didn’t stick around, in fact he was long gone. My mom did the whole single mom thing until she was 21 when she meet my stepdad. He rushed her, kissed her, and yelled “MINE!” To the shock of well everyone in ear shot. Seems that his mate died giving him my step-brother Zach and my mom is his second chance.

The absolute worst, most humiliating part? I wasn’t scared. “You should go to bed, Aria.” Low. Quiet. Final. “I know,” I said. Neither of us moved. Something shifted in his eyes then dark and brief like a door opening and slamming shut in the same second. His jaw tightened. He stepped back, putting distance between us like it was a decision he had to make physically. “Goodnight.” He walked out. I stood in the kitchen with my thighs pressed together and my heart absolutely rioting in my chest and the deeply inconvenient realization that I was attracted to my stepfather in a way that was going to get me into serious, serious trouble.

My stepdad’s powerful thrusts slam me forward onto Marcus’s cock again and again in a steady rhythm. My heavy tits swing wildly beneath me, nipples aching and sensitive. “Goddamn, she’s dripping down her thighs,” Marcus groans, fucking my face faster. “You weren’t kidding when you told me your stepdaughter really is a cock hungry whore.” My stepdad spanks my ass hard several times. It echoes through the room and makes my skin sting in the best way. “She is my perfect little fucktoy, she's been on my cock for months and still can’t get enough.”

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 3 I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and for a moment I wondered if last night had been another one of my filthy dreams. But then I felt it — the deep ache between my thighs, the stickiness of Dean’s cum still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, and the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped me so possessively. He really did it. My stepdad fucked me senseless… and I loved every second of it.

Frederick sighed and stepped forward, reaching down to help me up. "Jonathan, I understand you're upset. But we're family. If you just tell us the truth, we can figure out how to help you." "Tell you the truth about what?" I shoved his hand away. "About how you married my mother while chasing after Yvette behind her back? Or about how I almost got killed taking the fall for you?" "Enough!" My mother kicked me hard in the shoulder. "You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting."