Step Dady Novels & Stories

Every thrust carried weeks of fear, love, and possessive rage. “You’re mine,” he panted, staring into her tear-filled eyes. “My stepsister. My wife. The mother of my children. My collared whore. Say it while I fuck you.” “I’m yours!” Raven wailed, sobbing as he pounded her. “I’m your collared breeding stepsister! I’ll never belong to anyone else please, Daddy, I love you!”

"You've been with us barely a month and your insights on the Morrison campaign were particularly impressive. I wouldn't want to have to let you go because of this." Her eyes widened slightly. And I could swear I heard a scoff as she readjusted in her seat. “But I won't hesitate to let you go if you leave me no choice. Because you're my step daughter doesn't mean you can get away with anything.” “It won't happen again, step dad” she replies with very little concern. “Or should I call you daddy?” Her eyes bore into mine in the most sensual way. I can't let this happen. “Knox is just fine.”

“We both hated it, but we did it anyway. So why bring it up now? Now, he's trembling like a baby. I’m angry and confused at the same time. I don’t know when my palms cup his face, or the tears glistening in my eyes. But the next thing, I’m kissing his face, beard, lips, everywhere. My hand finds his hard dick. I squueze and plead: “Fuck me if you it makes you feel better.” His breath catches. “What?” “I want it rough, hard, and raw,” I feel precum leaking through our shafts. My mind is hurting. This isn’t right. But if it makes him stay? Then it’s worth it. “I want my Step-daddy.”

“Wow, your sunny-side-up eggs are perfect, Mommy!” Stephie exclaimed, making me laugh. The way she praised it, you’d think I had cooked something incredibly complicated. “Do you want more toast, Savvy?” I asked when I noticed he was almost done with what was on his plate. “Yes, please,” he replied, smiling as I got him another piece. “Where’s Daddy, Mommy?” I paused for a moment, then took a sip of my juice and gently brushed Stephie’s hair back. “He’s running late for work, so he already left—”

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.

Mia. “Ride Daddy’s cock like a good girl…” Daddy growled again, his voice low and rough, thick with hunger. “Show me how badly my filthy little stepdaughter wants this dick. Sink that tight virgin pussy down on me and take every inch like you were made for it.” God, his words alone made me even wetter. My pussy clenched hard, fresh slick dripping down my thighs as I crawled up his body. I straddled his waist, my knees pressing into the mattress on either side of him.

"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."

"We're leaving. Clean up this mess, and I expect you both at the estate for breakfast at eight sharp." As Arthur dragged me out into the hallway, my legs felt like jelly, my mind spinning with the sheer, taboo insanity of what had just been decided. I was going to be shared. By my step-father and my two step-brothers. But just before we crossed the threshold, I glanced back over my shoulder. Damian was leaning against the ruined desk, watching me with dark, hungry eyes, while Leo stood beside him, his pale gaze fixed entirely on my curves. They weren't looking at each other with hatred anymore. Damian gave a slow, deliberate nod, and Leo returned it with a dark, chilling smile.

“Long time no see.” My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my knees. Three years he’d been my step-daddy. Three years of shared dinners and careful distance and the way his gaze used to linger a second too long when Mom wasn’t looking. Then the divorce. The quiet, expensive kind. Two years of me trying to forget the heat that used to crawl up my spine whenever he walked into a room. Now I was twenty-two, broke, and standing in his office with an intern badge that suddenly felt like a collar.

“Harder, daddy….please use me.” He did. Rough and relentless, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could watch her face. When he was close he pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. “Open your mouth. I want to cum on these tits while you watch.” Lisa opened wide, tongue out. Jack stroked fast, eyes locked on hers, praising her the whole time. “Such a dirty girl…. Letting your stepdad fuck you raw….waiting for me to paint these perfect tits with my cum.”