Sinfully Yours Step Daddy Novels & Stories

"Stop texting." "But why?" she whined. "Your wife doesn't know. We can keep it secret." I bit my lip to stay quiet as his fingers plunged deeper. "No. I've got someone else now. Someone better." "Who? That stepdaughter? Isabella? I knew it—you look at her like you want to fuck her." My eyes widened, but Daddy just laughed. "None of your business. Goodbye." He hung up, then flipped me onto my back, yanking off my panties. "See? Done."

“Well he's not yours, he's like your daddy. I can't believe you still enjoy troubling him after all this time.” Monique said, and the word hit me square in the chest. Daddy. My throat went dry. I should’ve shut it down, told Janessa to behave. Even told Monique it was fine. Instead, when she replied softly, “I’m sorry, you're right. He is my daddy,” my body lit up like a fuse. Guilt and hunger, welded together. Making me feel like a simp and a caveman. “Auntie you won't believe they didn't recognize themselves when they met.” Alesha interjects.

I scoffed, throwing the duvet off my body and getting off the bed. “I don't want to tell him. I want you to tell him.” “And if I don't?” I was taking slow steps towards him. Crazy thoughts were echoing in my head. I didn't have the willpower to shut them out. I was boiling with anger and resentment towards my Daddy. I just wanted to get back at him. And this sinful thought seems to be the only way. “Aaliyah, be for real. It's only gonna be a matter of time before your Daddy finds out. He'll be furious. You should tell him before it gets to that. Or I might just tell him.”

Following the sound to know the source. My hand grazed the brass knob, leading me to the stairs... Each step I made was cautioned. Controlled. Calculated. It was coming from the kitchen, I ventured still wanting to satisfy my curiosity. And they he was. My Daddy. Back facing me, body jerking forward brutally. “If you weren't off limits, I would fuck you till my name escape my lips.” He growled, oblivious of my presence. He was masturbating. Brutally. Visciously.

"Call me Daddy while I ruin this cunt." I gasped sharply, tears stinging my eyes from the rough pull on my scalp. "M-Mark… please—" He yanked harder, making me cry out. "Wrong answer, you worthless little whore. Say it. ‘Please Daddy, wreck your slutty stepdaughter.’ Say it now." My voice cracked as the overwhelming sensations pushed me closer to the edge. "P-Please… Daddy… wreck your slutty stepdaughter," I whimpered shamefully, the words burning on my tongue.

"He wants the truce. He doesn't want you. Not really. You were always a liability to him. A reminder of the softness he couldn't purge from his own blood." "You're lying." "Am I? Why do you think he gave you to me so easily? He didn't fight for you. He didn't negotiate. He just signed the paper and let me drive you away in a black car. You were a payment, Sofia. A currency." Sofia felt a cold void open in her chest. She wanted to scream, to deny it, but the truth lived in the memory of her father's distant eyes during their final meeting. "I'm just a payment," she whispered.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

"You liked me fucking you, didn't you?" "Yes, Daddy, oh, you have no idea," She screamed, getting rammed all through her orgasm. Her stepdaddy gave a few more quick thrusts before he tensed up and spurted his cum deep in her slick little pussy. He remained buried until she had milked his cock dry, then pulled away, dropping beside Stephanie in awe. "You... You wanted me to fuck you?" Steph grinned up at him, struggling to catch her breath. "For over a year now, Daddy, and every night after this." Brody didn't think he could say no to that.

"And anal, Father. Oh God, forgive me—I fantasize about you claiming my virgin ass. You lube me up with my own pussy juices, pressing your fat dickhead against my tight ring. I push back, whimpering as you force it in, inch by agonizing inch, splitting me open. It burns so good, and soon I'm bouncing on your dick, my ass cheeks spread wide, taking every veiny inch up my ass." She reached back, fingers tracing her own crack through her clothes, imagining his girth. "You ream me out, Father, your priest balls deep in my bowels, grunting like an animal. I rub my clit furiously, cumming so hard my asshole clenches around you, milking your load. You flood my guts with cum, plugging me up so it st