Sinfully Yours Step Daddy Novels & Stories

Was he hard? Fuck, Fuck, fuck! "Jenna get a hold of yourself!" I instantly withdrew my gaze. "I'd be right back." I muttered hurriedly, unable to meet his gaze—not after the sinful, raw and erotic scenes that I'd just imagined in my head. I should be ashamed. He’s not just a hot, sexy man. He’s the stepfather of the one I’m supposed to love. And yet, my body didn’t give a fuck. "It's not like they're blood—related." I countered, heading upstairs like I was being chased.

Fuck, I was lying, everything wasn’t fine, I almost kissed his daughter. I glanced back at Riley, she smiled sinfully, and mouthed ‘liar’. I nearly choked. She bite down her lower lips seductively. Her father kept talking, something about extending the trip a few more days. I froze. “A few more days?” I repeated. Riley perked up immediately, smiling wider. “Yeah,” He father said through the phone. “Hope that’s okay?” I stared at Riley, at the devilish satisfaction in her eyes. “Yeah… no problem.” I clenched my jaw and the call ended.

I put it to my ear, and I stilled. “Dear ex daughter of mine, I have the betrayer in my grasp, finally. I never knew I had a whore for a daughter. You're just like me, sleeping with my business partner. I have him here. If you want to ever see him again, come to dearest daddy.”

I cry out, body tensing as he inches forward, the stretch burning, but then pleasure blooms, dark and filthy, as they both fill me. They move together, one in as the other out, a rhythm that has me sobbing openly, overwhelmed by the raw, pounding heat. My step daddy's mouth latches onto my neck, sucking marks into my skin, while his friend bites my shoulder, hands bruising my hips. 'That's it, cry for us,' my step daddy whispers, thrusting up harder. 'We know you need this.' The words hit deep, unlocking something emotional, the loneliness cracking open as pleasure rips through me. I come again, harder, vision blurring with tears, my pussy and ass clenching around them in spasms.

I gave him nothing. When he left, the room felt colder. Julian turned back to me. “See? No force.” “You’re isolating me,” I said. “I’m clarifying you,” he corrected. “Everyone who touches you does so with selfish intent.” “That’s not true.” “Isn’t it?” he asked softly. “Your stepfather hides secrets. Your brothers want what they shouldn’t. Your mother hides the past.” “And you?” I asked. “What do you want?” Julian studied my face.

But before she could get far, Damian spoke again. “Why don’t you call me Daddy instead?” Sarah choked on her water. Her eyes screamed, Are you out of your mind, Damian? What nonsense are you plotting now? Eleanor suddenly laughed. “He’s right, sweetheart. Why not? That would be nice—you finally have a father,” Eleanor said, completely unaware of what was really going on. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you two,” Sarah muttered before walking away. She went straight back to her room and locked the door. Only a few seconds passed before her phone buzzed. A text message from Damian appeared on the screen.

The way he looked at me made it impossible to say no. I reached down with shaky hands and loosened his belt. My fingers trembled as I pulled the zipper down, revealing the hard outline of him straining against his boxers. Shame burned through me. I didn’t want this. I shouldn’t want this. He was my stepbrother. This was wrong on every level. But my body betrayed me completely. Lucas watched me with dark, hungry eyes. “Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and rough. “And say my name while you do it.”

"Accept it. Tell me who you belong to when the world burns." "I belong to you," I sobbed, my voice breaking as I looked up into his obsidian eyes. "There's no one else. I'm your debt, Daddy... I'm your girl." Julian let out a raw, primal sound of absolute triumph. He didn't let me kneel for long. He hooked his hands under my arms, lifting my weight effortlessly, and threw me back onto the mattress. He climbed over me, his heavy, muscular frame pinning me down as the storm outside screamed. He tore the remaining buttons off my dress, exposing my skin to the heated cabin air, and drove himself into me with a savage, unrelenting force that made the room vanish.

“You’re already mine, you filthy little slut. This tight cunt has been begging for Daddy’s cock for weeks. Listen to how wet you are, creaming all over your stepdad’s dick while your mom is on a plane thinking everything is normal.” My pussy fluttered wildly around him at his words, more slick gushing out as I got closer and closer. I reached between us and rubbed my swollen clit fast, my fingers getting slippery from the mess we were making. “I’m your cumslut stepdaughter, Daddy. I loved showing you my spread open pussy on camera and now I love feeling you destroy it in real life. Cum inside me, breed me deep, I want to feel your load shooting straight into my womb while I cum all over your

I didn’t even know the man. “The don’s stepsister.” He responded, the word “stepsister” coming out with a sneer. I didn’t imagine that now, did I? Reddish brown hair’s face pinched with confusion. “The boss has a stepsister?” “Yes, Santino. The old don has been remarried for months now. Do you ever know anything?” Frowning dude bit out. Santino, as I’ve learned, flashed me a roguish smile. He stretched out his hand. “I could kick myself for not knowing a beauty such as yourself had been added to the family.”