Step Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

Quiet moments of connection that didn't require words. Then, surprisingly, my dad started dating again. Her name was Jane. She worked at the local library. Human, soft-spoken, with kind eyes and a gentle smile. She wore her hair in a simple ponytail and favored comfortable sweaters and jeans. They met when Dad went to return some books. She recommended a mystery novel. They started talking. One conversation led to another. Dad found himself returning to the library more often. Borrowing books he didn't really need just for an excuse to see her.

Sophie was in high spirits, as usual. “So,” Sophie said with a mischievous grin as they reached the lecture hall. “Tell me more about your stepfather. After seeing him the other day, I have been wanting to ask about him. He is so hot. Like, seriously. If he wasn’t your stepdad, I might be interested. That silver-fox thing he has going on? Total daddy material.” Monalisa’s cheeks burned. “Sophie!” “What? I’m just saying. He’s tall, muscular, that commanding presence… total fantasy material.”

I turned around and scoffed. “I’ve never met a woman so proud to be someone’s mistress before. Mother? Who do you think you are? “You expect me to believe that you’re actually in love with my old*ss father? Everyone can tell why you married him. Go bark somewhere else, Bumpkin.” Janice turned red. Wilda snickered and secretly gave me a thumbs-up. “You! I am not a mistress! I love my husband and he loves me too! Your dad stopped loving your old and ugly mom a long time ago!” She pointed at me angrily.

"I can tell you're already thinking about it. I can feel you hardening just because I'm touching you." "You're a menace," he groaned, pulling her into a deep, bruising kiss. It was a kiss of desperation, a final attempt to store up enough intimacy to last through the coming days of deception. Their tongues clashed, the taste of mint and longing mixing as they clung to each other. "I love you," she breathed against his lips. "I love you too. Now, get away from me before I forget that your mother is coming home and decide to lock the door." Chloe giggled, a sound of pure, unadulterated mischief, and skipped away toward the kitchen. "See you at dinner, Step-Dad."

stepdad. I stared at the wall separating our rooms, my breath coming in shallow hitches. I was twenty-one now, back from university for the holidays, but in this house, I was still the "smartest girl in the world" to him. Jordan had married my mom six years ago, stepping into the void my biological father left with a grace that was almost saintly. He was the man who had tied my shoes, the man who drove me to every dance, the man my friends at school whispered about with envious sighs.

" Are you going to leave with your Mommy if she finds a new job and a house? I hope not. Because your Mommy will never leave the house. So will you." " Woof?" Belle tilts her head, trying to understand what he is saying. " Pfft!!! Like mother like daughter. Both of you are adorable. But too bad. Your little Mommy needs to get punishment. So, shush!" Placing Belle aside, he gently pulls the blanket towards him, keeping Belle between them. All he wants to see is how she will react when she opens her eyes and finds him sleeping in front of her. ...... " Did you hit a client? Dad! Who the hell hurt their business partner? Not only did you substage the document but also - You disappointed me."

He will not contact me again without an invitation. He has thought about this moment every day for twenty four years. I read the letter a second time. A third. A fourth. I sit on the edge of my bed with the two pages in my hands and try to find a feeling clean enough to hold. There are too many of them and they arrive all at once, colliding. A father. An actual father, a real one, who did not know I existed and spent twenty four years trying to find out. Not running from me. Looking for me.

His hands held my hips tight keeping me in place on the car hood. “Tell me how long you’ve wanted this baby girl. Tell Daddy the truth while I fuck you.” I wrapped my legs tighter around him pulling him deeper, my heels digging into his back. My pussy clenched around his thick cock with every slow thrust and I could feel my juices coating him again. “Years,” I whispered right against his mouth, my voice breaking as pleasure built. “I’ve wanted my stepdad’s cock for years. Every time you hugged me I wondered how it would feel inside me.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#" Dear Stepdaddy Introduction: My mother remarried but as I would find out along the way it was out of convenience and not out of love....from her side aniways.... My stepfather was a dashing, incredibly sexy older man with his own desires..... My mother was so blind and didn't see how unhappy my stepfather became in the marriage till the point of almost giving up.... But I wasn't blind! I saw it all! He tried, he really did but she was so stupid to see that gorgeous loving and caring man in front of her who was slowly dying inside, starved of affection and love from her!