Step Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

Bryan kissed her passionately, pouring all his love in her heart and left with a promise to send her a text before he called it a night. ****************** Jayden's apartment bore witness to the turmoil raging within him. The air was thick with tension as he stormed through the door, his steps heavy with the weight of the shocking revelation at his father's office. The walls seemed to close in around him as he struggled to make sense of the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.

His big hand stroked my hair, surprisingly gentle after how rough he’d just been. “You okay, baby?” he asked quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I nodded against his chest, sore and satisfied and already aching for more. “Yes, Daddy.” His fingers trailed down my body, already slipping between my legs again, playing with the mess he’d made of my pussy. “Rest for a minute,” he murmured. “Then Daddy’s going to fuck you again.” I shivered in anticipation, pressing closer to his warm, muscular body. Being my stepdad’s little brat had never felt so good.

Cups clinked softly on the table as they talked about the gala—the Thorne Company had invited them to do a live painting, right in front of the city’s elite. Sarah kept staring at the invitation on the table, the Thorne Company seal burning into her eyes. “You know Damian Thorne is the owner, right?” she said, her voice low. Luca nodded. “Yeah. I know.” “He’s… my stepfather,” she added, then let out a bitter laugh. “But before that—” she stopped, swallowing hard. “Before that, he was my one-night stand.” She lied to Luca. Yes, Damian was her one-night stand at first—but she knew deep down it was more than just one night, because it kept happening. Luca was her gay friend; she was the only on

Cassie’s POV I woke up the next day, curled against his chest, cramped on the sofa that reeked of sweat, sex, and everything that went down last night. My eyes lingered on him with a dangerous kind of love, wondering how a man could be so perfect… and how that man happened to be my stepfather. I trailed a finger along his jawline, down to his lips, and heat rushed through me as flashes of how wickedly good he’d been with that mouth came flooding back.

I assumed it was Alex, coming back for something he’d forgotten, maybe to rub salt in the wound. “Forget something?” I mumbled, my voice thick with unshed tears. “No. I just got home.” My head snapped up. It wasn’t Alex. It was his dad. My stepdad. Richard. He was a man who commanded any room he walked into, even when he was just standing there in a suit and tie. He was older than my dad, probably in his late forties, with dark hair shot through with silver at the temples and eyes the color of a stormy sea. He was built like a retired athlete, all broad shoulders and a powerful chest that strained against the fabric of his dress shirt. He was intimidating, imposing, and I’d had a secret, sha

But my pussy was already aching, soaked from days of this unbearable tension, and when he wrapped one huge, calloused hand around his fat, veiny cock and gave it a slow stroke, I broke. My legs moved, and I stepped under the spray with him. ********* My name is Hailey, and I've been fucked up over my Uncle Brandon since I was old enough to understand what wet dreams felt like. He's not really my uncle... at least not by blood, thank God for that small mercy. But he's been Dad's ride or die best friend since middle school, my godfather, the man who showed up with roaring Harley engines and leather jackets that smelled like freedom and sin.

But all it had done was bring me shame and humiliation. “Mind your business” voice calm and rough, while staring into my coffee cup. Damien’s smirk faded slightly, something dark flickered in his eyes. He stood and slowly circled the table, stopping behind my chair. His hands gripped the back of it, caging me in without touching. “Why should I?” he murmured, his voice dropping. “Or should I tell my Dad and see how he reacts to his stepdaughter being such a dirty slut, bringing a man to fuck her in his house while he's away?”

Chapter 1 “Daddy…” The word slipped out of my mouth in a broken moan as I shoved two fingers deep into my soaked pussy. I was supposed to be studying for the past hour; textbooks were open on the nightstand and notes scattered but my mind drifted back to Steven. My step-dad. Forty-five, built like someone who swung hammers for a living. Broad shoulders, strong forearms with dark hair that made him look rough in the best way possible. He’d been part of my life since I was sixteen, but this summer… something had shifted. The way his eyes lingered on my legs when I came down for coffee in my tiny sleep shorts.

A few hours later, Daisy barked us awake that my mother was home, giving us just a few seconds to scramble and pretend nothing happened. ********* Staying with Grace has made me miss my Daddy, so here I am back home. "Daddy, what's something kinky you always wanted to do with Mom but couldn't?" I asked my stepdad from the doorway of his master bedroom. "Ah, geez, bumpkin," he answered. "It's like seven in the morning, you know? Come on." But I insisted. I skipped over to him wearing my cropped white tank top with spaghetti straps and baby blue panties and jumped into bed with him.

he murmured, hand sliding under her shirt to cup her breast, “we play normal in front of your mom. But the second she’s gone… you’re crawling into my bed and calling me Daddy while I ruin you again.” Harper rocked against the hardness in his lap. “Promise?” “I promise, baby.” He kissed her deeply, possessively. “This storm brought us together. Nothing is taking you away from me now.” The next morning, as they packed the car and the snowplows cleared the road, Harper glanced back at the cabin one last time. It had changed everything. She was no longer just her stepdad’s little girl. She was his secret, his pet, his everything. And she couldn’t wait to keep breaking every rule with him.