Novel & Cerita My Wicked Stepdad Novel

Chapter 31 Yara’s POV What would you do if the man that makes you wet every night turned out to be your stepdad? I know your answer’s to bury that feeling deep down into the core of the earth. But me? I’d rather fuck him. Hard. Slow. Until he forgets my mom’s name and only remembers how tight my nineteen year old pussy feels like choking his thick cop cock. I pushed the front door open like every other random day I came back from school, the scent of grilled chicken and Mac n cheese hitting me smack in the face.

“‘You are so tight for me baby and I love it “ I wrapped my hands around my step dad as he began drilling my pussy hole thrusting in and out of it roughly . I never knew that I could have sex in the middle of the road inside a car with my step dad , never did I think of that , but here I was getting banged by the man who just got married to my mom just two months ago . This could be the worst scandal ever , but I didn’t mind at all . I just want to fuck in all my holes by my step dad , i didn’t want him to stop , I was his little butch and he was going to fuck me as much as I wanted him to .

“Excuse me?” She gave me a wicked grin. “Hello, he only eyefucks you every time you’re in the same room with him.” “We’re always bickering,” I defended, feeling uncomfortable. “Right,” she laughed. “Foreplay.” “Stop it.” I smacked her with my pillow. “He’s my stepdad.” Jackie nodded. With a mocking tone she said, “Totally. Quite the paternal figure.” “Fuck you.” “I wish your stepfather would, but he’s too busy fantasizing about you.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my head burying into the crook of his neck as he carried me smoothly up the winding stone stairs toward the master suite. The city, the university, the old apartment on 4th Street—it all felt like a movie I had watched years ago. The rival heirs had been relocated, the mafia councils had been liquidated, and the thrones were entirely obsolete. I had chosen wealth, I had chosen safety, and most importantly, I had chosen the billionaire stepfather who had rewritten the rules of the world just to keep me by his side. And as the glass doors of our private pavilion slid shut behind us, locking out the rest of the world, I knew our empire was completely untoucha

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

“Uh… do I… give off wife material?” He smiled, sharp and calculating. “You’re tough… but you hide under your mom’s shadow while she makes you feel small… like you don’t have potential.” I exhaled slowly, a mix of relief and frustration. “So… you think I’m better than my mom?” He shrugged, lying down on the bed. “Do you… want me?” I blinked, caught off guard. “I can’t… want my stepdad.” He laughed, dark and mocking. “Then why are you here?”

To be mated at eighteen… to my cruel stepfather? This… this was a taboo. In a blink, his wolf surged to the surface. Without warning, his fangs sank into my neck, sharp and unforgiving. A cry, raw and primal, tore from my throat. Pain exploded through me, burning, vibrant, blinding. I could feel the bond pulling at me, pulling me to him like chains. The coldness of his touch spoke of something darker than I could understand. The tears came harder now, falling like rain from a broken sky.

****** Sam's stepfather continues using her body. There's no real plot here, just fucking. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I’ve always hated him. My stepdad, that smug alpha bastard named Derek, struts around our house like he owns everything—including me. He married my mom two years ago, and since then, he’s been nothing but a controlling prick. His broad shoulders, that chiseled jaw, and those piercing blue eyes make him look like some kind of wolf in human skin, always barking orders and staring at me like I’m his next meal. Mom’s too blind to see it, but I know what he is: a predator. And I’m done playing nice. Tonight, I’m getting proof of his sleaziness. I’ll record him in the shower, catch him stroking that massive cock of his, and expose him. Maybe then Mom will finally kick

I closed the door and leaned against it, my breath coming in short, shaky gasps. I officially fucked my mom’s husband. I was his slut. I was a traitor. This was so toxic. I should have felt disgusted. I should have been vomiting in the sink. But as I touched my lips, still swollen from his kiss, all I felt was a sick, desperate craving for him to do it again. I couldn't just ever get enough of my stepdad. My phone beeped in my hand. I reached for it. It was the unknown number. "I see you are your stepfather's slut. I want you too. We should meet. Tomorrow. Midnight. The old park by the docks."