Step Daddy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Look at that massive cock, all for me, my stepdad’s dick ready to breed his own stepdaughter, and calling him daddy is going to drive him wild, I can already see it in his feral stare. “Fuck, hearing you call me daddy while you suck like that… it’s too much, Sophie, gonna ruin this pussy now,” he rasped, stroking his cock a few times before positioning himself between my legs, the head nudging against my soaked entrance. “Spread wide for me, eyes on mine the whole time while I slide in and breed you properly.” “Yes, Daddy, breed me, fill me up,” I breathed, hooking my legs around his hips and pulling him forward, the stretch as he pushed inside inch by inch making me gasp and cling to his sh

I say and he looks at me with eyes dark but not moving, he folds his arms and leans his weight on his hips. “Fuck, Winter, you shouldn't be doing something like this, what will your mom think?“ Kaden, my stepfather says and I shake my head, pressing my hands together to plead. The door opens and Uncle Justin walks in with a smirk, “relax brother, she's just exploring like young ladies her age” Justin says and I almost moan at the tension in the room. “She's my step daughter, and you're her fucking Uncle” Kaden says strictly and Uncle Justin climbs into the bed, staying behind me to present me to his brother…my stepdaddy.

My hips jolted off the bed and I moaned, my mind wandering to a place of my fantasies. I'd never told anyone about it, but my stepfather was the man starring in all of them. His arms would be pinning me down to the bed or his hand would be wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air supply. Or, maybe, he'd be pounding into me from behind, telling me that I was a dirty little slut and how he was going to fuck a baby into me. Another recurring scene was me on my knees with him making me call him daddy. Whatever it was, Jack was the star. "Oh, fuckkk..." I mumbled, as I felt my orgasm start to grow in my belly. "Fuck, Jack. Fuck, that's so good. Yes, Daddy. Oh my goooddd..."

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

“Plus, Brad probably travels all the time, liaising with shareholders, meeting politicians, and bribing important people with his deep pockets. You know that’s par for the course in the construction biz. Developers are all shady as hell, and I’m sure Brad Landry is no different. So yeah, I don’t think there’s a bat’s chance in hell of crossing paths with my ex-stepfather.” Lila looks thoughtful. “Well, when you put it that way ...” I nod firmly while stuffing the last of my clothes into my suitcase. “I definitely think it won’t happen. But what about you? Don’t you have a summer job lined up with your uncle? Don’t you need to pack?” Lila blushes and suddenly turns back to her laptop. “Yes, I

Heat spread from that single point of contact, slow and dangerous, mixing with the leftover buzz from the shots. I looked at him—really looked. The sharp jaw, the faint stubble, the way his shirt collar sat open just enough to show the line of his throat. This was Dominic. My stepfather. The man who had sat through my high school recitals and fixed my flat tires without ever making it a big deal. But tonight his gaze wasn’t fatherly. It was dark and steady, like he was seeing me for the first time without the filter of family. “You’re staring,” I whispered.

I whispered, but my body betrayed me, nipples hardening visibly against the lace. He didn’t listen. His large hand cupped my breast, squeezing firmly. The flesh spilled over his fingers, bouncing as he shook it possessively. “I’m your stepdaughter,” I gasped, the words weak even to my own ears. “Newsflash, baby girl. I’m your Daddy now.” His other hand slapped my ass lightly, the sting delicious. “And fuck, what an ass you have.”

It was either that or gossiping about their married kids. “He’s so handsome, tell her Tony.” “I don’t like him.” I laughed at my dad’s comment. He didn’t like any men as soon as they were interested in me. “Tony, stop it. Come on, tell her!” My mom turned to look at me so earnestly I had to look serious. “Patricia said he works in oil and gas…” she pursed her lips to contain her excitement. “That means he’s loaded, Sierra.” “Seriously, mom?”

“Every time he calls I feel sick. Every time he says he wants to be part of my life I just want to come find you and get on my knees. I don’t care that he’s my real father. I care that you’re the one who actually owns me.” Declan growled against my mouth. He stood up suddenly, still buried inside me, and carried me the few steps to the wall. My back hit the plaster. He drove into me with short, brutal thrusts, one hand under my thigh to keep me open, the other braced beside my head. “Say it again,” he ordered. “I hate Dad.” My voice cracked on a particularly deep thrust. “I just want stepdaddy.” “Louder.” “I hate him—fuck—I only want you—”

“I don’t fuck girls, Dolly. I fuck ladies. When you were a girl, I thought I wanted to be your guardian but when I moved in with you, even after I saw how your mom is a shitty parent, I couldn’t bring myself to get into this role. I gave you money, support, clothes and a nice room and whatever the fuck it is kids need, but not parenthood. Because I’m not your parent, sweetheart. And I’m about to do very un-parental things to you.” My thighs open wide without my permission, and I hold my breath as he inches closer, his face now an inch from mine. “Anyone can see us from outside,” I mutter. He shakes his head, staring at the pulse in my neck. “No, baby. One-sided glass window. I could fuck you