Romans & histoires Step Daddy And Daughter

“He was there when you were born.” The room tilted. “That’s not possible,” I said. “You said my father died before—” “I didn’t lie,” she whispered. “I just didn’t know the truth.” My ears rang. She grabbed my hands, gripping them tightly. “Ariana… Victor isn’t just your stepfather.” I stopped breathing. “He’s your biological father.” The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “No,” I said, shaking my head violently. “No. That’s not—he wouldn’t—”

I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. He pumped them slowly, lazily, while casually drinking his coffee with his other hand, like he wasn’t finger-fucking his stepdaughter at the breakfast table. “You’re still so fucking wet for me,” he said quietly, his thumb circling my clit. “Did you dream about Daddy’s cock while you slept?” I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan. My hips started moving on their own, grinding against his hand. Just as I was getting close, the sound of the front door unlocking made my blood run cold.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

And with my legs crossed, I bet he can see the back of my exposed thigh. He clears his throat beside me and shakes me up, " did you have a great rest, Stella?" He asks as he leans into me, making it all seem natural to avoid suspicion, but from his breathing on the back of my neck, I can feel his smile. He knows how shaken up I am from this close proximity. "Dad, you have a phone and a fucking TV in your study, leave this for us both will you?", She says with a scoff. Always the bratty princess.

I never expected to meet this man again, how could it be he's my new stepdad and we'd be seeing each other everyday from living in this mansion. His eyes were gawking on me, his jaw dropped. From me, he glared at my son who was right in front of me. No one needed to say it out, they got the same face. “Do you know each other?” My siblings’ voice came up right after mom. Without thinking twice, I uttered. “He's the father of my son!”

"That was different. We were family then." "Were we?" she asked, her voice small. "I mean, really?" I didn't know how to answer that right away. "I tried to be a good stepdad. Still care about you, kid." "I'm not a kid anymore, Brad." "I know that," I said quick, maybe too quick. "Doesn't change much though." The thunder rolled again, and I heard her shift in the bed. "Can you come back up here? Just for a little while. The storm's still bad."

"For a man who is supposed to be my stepfather… you really are terrible at keeping your distance." He opened his mouth to say something…probably another command, another warning, another reminder of who he was and who I was, but I didn’t let him. I moved closer again, my face right up to his, my lips barely an inch from his. My hands rested flat on his chest, feeling his heart hammering out a rhythm that matched mine perfectly. "Ever told you you’re damn too hot to be step daddy."

“What a beautiful child you are. Who are your parents?” Before Stefani could respond, I hurried over to her and stood beside her. With a deep breath, I lowered my head in front of Senior Carter and spoke in a subdued voice, avoiding eye contact. “S-she’s my daughter, Senior. And please rest assured that Steven is not the father, and we are no longer together. We’re just here for a specific reason.” I gently touched Stefani’s head and whispered, “Please bow your head, sweetie.” “Raise your head,” he said.

“Take every inch, baby. This pussy belongs to your stepdad now. You loved getting fingered in front of your mom, didn’t you? Such a filthy girl.” “Yes… I loved it,” I moaned, pushing back against his thrusts. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.” He spanked my ass sharply. “Call me that again.” “Daddy… please fuck your stepdaughter harder!” Ryan groaned and fucked me even rougher, his balls slapping my clit. Then he pulled out, turned me around, lifted me onto the table, and thrust back in deep while I wrapped my legs around his waist. My breasts bounced wildly as he pounded me face-to-face, sucking and biting my nipples.

She sat up pulling the duvet over her lap . “ What was the meaning of what you displayed downstairs to your step mother ? ” he asked calmly but Isabella heard the tone of anger in his voice “She is not my step mother for crying out loud Dad . How many times do we have to talk about it ? ” Isabella replies in a calm although pissed off she won't resort to yelling at her Dad . “ She is my wife Isa and I do not understand why it is hard for you to accord her respect .” “ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?.