Step Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

dad said as he sit down on his chair. "Let me help her with the refreshment and leave you all to talk privately..." mom said, being the perfect hostess she always had been for years. The first few minutes were spent in greetings and pleasantries, until Aiden drop the bom. "The will stated that his estate will go to you, while his company will go to his sister..."

She must really love the guy being that she's a serious type, one I would never think would fall in love again after dad and her divorced. The moment I heard footsteps approaching the living room, everyone sat up. In fact, we almost stood up to welcome him. The door opened. The moment is here! We rose up as per ethics required welcoming such an important personality, a man who would be our step-dad. Age didn't matter. Mom walked in first. She clapped her hands to get our attention. With a radiant face, she stepped aside to introduce her man. “Everyone, this is Emilio Georgio. The man I want to marry and who will be your new stepfather.”

“Oh, hi, Hungry. I'm Dad. Nice to meet you.” Lily smiled. “Nice Dad joke.” He glanced over and flashed a wink. “I do my best.” “Daddy, I'm starving,” Maggie continued. “Okay, Starving, I’m Dad,” Wyatt said. Lily groaned. “Let’s go walk around for a bit. I’m sure we’ll find something.”

“Just you and me, my darling. Won’t that be lovely.” “You’re scaring me.” I put my sandwich down. “I don’t want to go anywhere. Not without Dad.” Something crossed her face. Fast and dark and gone just as quickly. “He’s not your father.” I knew Roman was my stepdad, but when did she ever have to remind me of that? He was the only father I’d ever known, and he loved us. “Roman is not your father.” She said it again, simply. “Then who is?” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “You never told me. Every time I ask you change the subject or you walk away.” I gripped the edge of the counter. “Does Uncle Nicko know him?”

I moaned softly, my fingers threading through his hair as he worked my clit with slow, perfect circles. When I was dripping and trembling, he moved back up and kissed me again. I could taste myself, my wetness on his tongue. “Are you sure?” he whispered, his thick cock resting heavy against my entrance. *I'm sure Dad" I nodded, eyes locked on his. “I want you inside me.” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. We both moaned at the same time. The feeling of him filling me — my own stepfather — was overwhelming. He stayed still for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And he walks in. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I choke on my whiskey. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It's Damien. Damien Kincaid. Ryan's older brother. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I've met him exactly twice — once at Ryan's birthday party two years ago, and once at their family's Fourth of July barbecue last summer. Both times, I could barely look at him without blushing. Both times, I went home and touched myself thinking about what it would be like to have him instead of his little brother.

“No strings attached. You don’t have to repay me.” I stared at him, my heart hammering. No strings? But I wanted strings. I wanted all the strings. I had crushed on Nate for years. He was everything my father wasn’t — calm, intelligent, successful, and dangerously attractive. I had read every single one of his dark romance books in secret, touching myself late at night to the filthy, dominant men he wrote about, secretly wishing they were him. And now here he was. Real. Sitting right in front of me. And God, he was fucking handsome!! The kind of handsome that made a girl's mouth go dry.

“While we’re trapped here, you’re mine. Every night, every morning, whenever Daddy wants this pussy… you spread your legs. Understand?” I nodded, cuddling closer, feeling full and claimed. “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled darkly and kissed me slow and deep. “Good girl. Now rest… because in a little while, Daddy’s going to fuck you again. This time, I’m taking my time and making you ride me until you can’t think straight.” As the storm continued to rage outside, I lay in his strong arms, sore, satisfied, and completely addicted to my strict stepdad. Being snowed in had never felt so dangerous… or so good.

Ran both hands through his hair, which was the most unguarded physical gesture I’d ever seen from him, the Caden version of I genuinely don’t know what to do with this. “Two days ago I had one father,” he said. “Who was terrible. Today I have a biological father I’ve never met in Edinburgh and apparently a half brother who submitted his DNA to a genealogy service at some point without knowing his results would eventually connect to a Romano Voss medical file in Minnesota.” He looked at the ceiling. “This is insane.” “Welcome to my week,” I said. He looked at me. Despite everything, despite the kitchen and the screen and the name sitting there waiting for a decision, something in his expressi