Step Daddy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could feel his cum leaking out around him, dripping down to my ass. My stepfather. My biggest secret. My Daddy. And I already knew I’d never get enough.

​"So you found out, huh? Well, it's good you did. I'm your father; it's your right to provide what I need for me. Now, I just need a little sum of five hundred dollars, just for tonight. I'll be back for tomorrow night, and the night after that—" ​"You've really lost it if you think for one second that I will give you half a dollar bill. You're so selfish and vain, and that's why you used my mother's medical bills for gambling that never pays." He stepped forward, his aura turning cold and dangerous. "Now, listen to me, Mr. Stepfather," he said, placing his hand on his stepfather's shoulder, causing the old man to shudder slightly from fear. ​This was the first time Adrian was standing up to

So much that it pushes out around his cock in creamy waves, running down my thighs in rivers. He stays buried deep, grinding, pushing every drop into me while whispering filthy praise. “That’s it. Take all of Daddy’s cum. Maybe I’ll knock up my own stepdaughter and make you explain it to your mother.” I’m still trembling, pussy fluttering around him, when we hear Mom’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. “Sweetheart? Are you coming? I’m starting to worry.” My stepdad smirks, still balls-deep inside my overflowing cunt. He leans down and bites my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

Who never called, never wrote, never explained. That boy is a billionaire now. The papers call him Richie Moore. The photos show him in expensive suits at expensive parties with expensive women on his arm. He owns my mother's debt. Which means he owns me.

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.

Drying his hands, he walked over to his distraught stepmother, kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I was just looking forward to getting to spend time with you and your father and the fact that he didn’t even let me know he wouldn’t be home until the last minute just makes me feel as though he hardly cares.” Declan placed his hand on her arm, rubbing it comfortingly. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry that he did this. But I like spending time with you, if that helps at all,” he told her, trying to make her feel better.

I stared at the glowing screen of my phone until the words blurred, my heart hammering a frantic, sickening rhythm against my ribs. He thinks he owns you, but we both know I already had you first. The text message was burned into my retinas. I quickly locked the phone and shoved it under my pillow, trying to block out the sheer, terrifying reality of what it meant. The guy who had wrecked me in that hotel room, the one who had left me aching and breathless just twenty-four hours ago, was Arthur Sterling’s son. Which meant he was my new step-brother.

"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 exactly has to stop? Me calling you Daddy? Or the fact that you get hard every time I do?" His eyes flashed with real anger. He took a step closer, towering over her. "Watch your mouth. I'm your stepfather. I'm married to your mother. Whatever fantasy you've built up in your head while you were away at college .. it ends here. I won't let you destroy this family."

My step-dad The slap I received was giving me so much that I lost my mind. Is that what you call a mother? Mom: stop pretending to be a saint, do you understand? You disappoint me Ashley Me: do you think I'm capable of doing this kind of thing? Mom: Ashley do you see the video? Look at you begging him Me: Didn't you tell yourself it's the effect of a product? What am I going to do with louis? Is that my type?