Romans & histoires Step Daughter Sex Stories

I yelled. There was a long silence before a resounding laugh. “I do not care, Katie. Leave!” My eyes darted over every detail of him, and I swallowed the newly earned lump of saliva. But I do not move, and gradually, his head raises, his eyes meeting mine. “Don’t tell me you want a taste of me too? I guess I was right after all. Father’s money couldn't keep you, and now you want more. Tell me, Stepmom, how many men have you graced their bed just for cash?” I heard him say, causing me to scoff.

“‘My big step sister’s fingers claim me in the dark, turning family into fire. Her mouth on my breasts makes me forget our parents’ rings…’” I sucked her clit while she read, edging her perfectly. “Keep reading, dirty girl.” “‘She fucks me with her strap, whispering how wrong it is, but her love feels righter than anything. Step sisters blooming in secret…’” Her words drove me wild. I strapped on again and fucked her relentlessly now. “Come for me, Betty. Come on your big sister’s cock while you read your filthy story.” She exploded, screaming my name as her body convulsed. I followed soon after, grinding against the harness.

I fucked her harder, bouncing her subtly on my cock while dozens of people stood around us waiting for the shooting star. “Be a good girl and stay quiet,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “Or everyone will know Daddy’s fucking his little princess in public.” She clenched hard around me, on the edge of another orgasm, while I continued thrusting deep inside her soaked cunt under her skirt. The first shooting star streaked across the sky in the distance. Everyone cheered and made wishes. I just kept fucking my stepdaughter. End of book 39

She was a home wrecker in disguise. Not the usual kind that snatches husbands-but the sneaky kind who aimed to steal my stepson. A stepson with the thickest dick I had ever seen. "You said you were going to get the groceries, right?" Daddy asked as he descended the stairs. "Yes. I'll use the Mercedes," I said, grabbing the car keys.

He pulled out his slimy cock from my pussy and mercilessly drove his raging hard-on into my ass. “Please no!” I pleaded as I felt his cock deep inside my bowels. “No one has ever done that to me. Please don’t... stop.” I whined as he began to thrust. His balls were slapping my cunt as his shaft began to slide in and out of my tight asshole. “I warned you not to speak twice already,” he said. “Now you have to pay for your stupidity and disobedience.” “But... but I’m your best friend's stepmom. How can you treat me like this?” I asked, turning to look at him.

It’s not fair to either of them. I scroll through Steph’s messages, making fun of the noise we were making and telling me she was going out because she didn’t want to witness me having sex. I can’t believe she left. I laugh at the messages until I reach the voicemail message from my mother. I bet she called to try make me feel bad for what happened earlier and blame me for Cole leaving.

Jane POV Adrian held my hand and led me up the stairs. "Where are you taking me?" I asked nervously as I studied the tattoos on his back. "To my room." I couldn't help but feel anxious, I was about to have sex with my step brother. The guy that was supposed to be my elder brother? I felt like I was in a trance and I had completely lost my mind. I can't believe he really likes me, he likes me. I felt like screaming on the top of my voice in excitement, I wondered why he didn't tell me sooner.

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

The jury’s out. I stare at the calendar app on my phone, jaw tight. Five days. Five. Fucking. Days. “Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, pacing my bedroom like a lunatic in fuzzy socks. I’m wearing his hoodie, Alexander’s, because clearly I have no shame, and it smells like expensive cologne and sin. Every inhale makes my stupid heart flutter. And now I might be carrying his baby? I’ve officially graduated from college brat to a walking headline: STEPDAUGHTER PREGNANT AFTER SINFUL SUMMER WITH BILLIONAIRE STEPFATHER.