My Wicked Stepdad Novel Novels & Stories

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!”

“Four years you’ve been sneaking out to get railed like a cheap whore while I sat at the dinner table thinking you were my innocent little stepdaughter. Did you finger this greedy cunt every night thinking about my cock?” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, hips bucking shamelessly against his fingers. “Every single night. I’d fuck myself with toys and scream your name into my pillow while Mom slept down the hall. I imagined your thick stepdad dick splitting me open, breeding me, ruining me for any other man.” Victor growled and added a third finger, stretching me roughly. The wet squelching sounds were obscene. He brought his fingers to my mouth and I sucked them clean like an eager whore, tasting myse

Heat flooded between my legs instantly. “I see what you do,” he grunted. “Teasing Daddy for the longest.” His eyes were dark with a wild mix of guilt and raw want. “This is wrong, kitten,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “You’re my stepdaughter. I promised your mother I would take care of you… not fuck you on the kitchen counter like some dirty old man.” The filthy words sent a fresh wave of wetness dripping down my thighs. I shivered in his arms, pressing my body closer.

But damn, it was hard to focus when he stood there like that—all confident poise and smoldering intensity, his dark eyes flicking over her with the kind of hunger that made her pulse jump. He led her through the dining room next, where a table long enough to seat twenty gleamed under the soft light, its surface polished to a mirror finish. Sarah’s fingers twitched with the urge to trail over it, to feel the cool smoothness beneath her palms. She imagined being bent over it, her skirt hiked up, Damian’s hands gripping her hips as he— No. She clenched her jaw, forcing the image away. This was insane. She barely knew him. Sure, he was her new stepfather—fuck, that word alone made her stomach fl

"Is this safe? Emotionally? Because fake dating your future stepbrother sounds like a thesis on self-destruction." The real feelings: quiet. Watching me. Reading between every line. "It stopped being fake a long time ago," I said. "I don't know exactly when. Maybe the night he told me about his mom. Maybe before that. Maybe the bar. I don't know. But it's real and it's terrifying and I don't have a plan." "The kitchen table," she said. Flat. "What about it?" "You said you swept his books off the table. During a fight. And had sex on it." She blinked. "You had angry sex on a kitchen table with your stepbrother over a Gatsby essay."

By this time, he was so close to her, behind her “now I want you so badly" He held Zara on her waist and kissed her neck this was all she needed as she melts into the hands of the man who was her step father now but once her lover, she chose the lover part and would stick to it “Mom's upstairs" she responded, eyes closed deep into her own escasty. “Well , we'll be fast and quiet as long as you don't scream" he was already undoing her undies from the silky nightwear. Just one finger on her core,she gasped. He smiled.

"Take your time. Go to work. Eat something and allow yourself to be taken care of without feeling guilty for god's sake.." I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to argue, to tell him he didn't dictate how I handled my own life, but the exhaustion and a deeper, hidden part of me couldn't find the words. Instead, I drained the rest of my coffee, stood up, and grabbed my tablet. "I have to go. I'm going to be late." As I turned to leave the kitchen, his voice followed me. "I'll see you tonight, William. I'll still treat you as my wicked step father.”

After completing my coffee, I glanced at my wrist watch and realized that it was almost 12 and I had to get back home. “Oh I have to go home…” I said to them and stood up from the chair. “Why?” Gene asked me anxiously. “Because I am going to meet my to-be stepdad…” I told them. “Really?” Eloise asked and stood up from the chair. “Yes… Mom wanted me to meet him… So I am going to…” I told them. “It’s nice actually… You’ll be able to understand him and may be you’ll like him too” Gene said excitedly.

I won’t go and my mum can’t force me either. “Speaking about your soon to be hot step dad, you can’t deny that you find him attractive. Sexy and hot.” Lisa picked a piece of chip, rolling her tongue around in a sexy way that it was hard for me not to find it disgusting. “Just imagine all the naughty things you could do to him, and perhaps there’s a chance that he would continue what-“

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.