Step Father Seduces Daughter Novels & Stories

Your stepdaughter is fucking H-O-T. It’s true. I’d be doing the same in their shoes, but fortunately, I’m not in their shoes. I’m the fucking CEO of this place and there’s no way a band of Young Turks is going to move in and snatch the curvy girl from my grasp. Not if I have anything to do with it. But now, Minnie’s talking again, and I force myself to focus on her words as those luscious lips move.

His large open palm came down sharply against the bare skin of my ass in a series of stinging slaps, the sharp pain instantly blooming into a heavy, throbbing heat that pushed my body closer and closer to the breaking point. "That foolish boy has absolutely no idea that I am fucking my own stepdaughter raw every single night while he is sitting in his room jerking off to fantasies of you," Stephen rasped out, his voice thick and gravelly with pure, possessive rage. "He has no idea that you scream for your stepfather’s cock until you are completely breathless."

" He pulled up his jeans and headed out onto the landing. I wondered where Keith would be—whether he had run downstairs when Danny shot his load or into the bedroom to masturbate. My mother was away in Seattle on business for a couple more days, so he had the house—almost—all to himself. Then I heard it. The creak of a floorboard, to the left of my bedroom door. He was hiding around the corner. I smiled to myself. I wasn't mistaken. Daddy had been watching, after all. All I needed to do was get this thick jock out of the house, and I'd make my move. Not now, though. It was late. I wanted to shower, get this idiot's juices off me, and get a good night's sleep. I would make my move in the morn

The night her father was exposed. She felt the floor tilt slightly under her. “No,” she whispered. She scrolled. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL PRESENT: — Daniel Vale — Marissa Kline — Victor Hale Her heart stopped. Victor. She blinked. Scrolled again. Still there. Victor Hale. Her stepfather. Her mother didn’t meet Victor until weeks after the affair exploded. That’s what she’d always believed. “That’s wrong,” she said immediately. Origin didn’t argue. “It says he authorized a security override,” she continued, voice thinning. “Why would he have access?”

"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.”

Through the layers of my expensive wedding dress, I feel the hard, unmistakable evidence of his desire. It’s a betrayal. My body remembers him. My skin hungers for the very hands that want to break me. "My father is old, Zora," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to the lace at my waist. "He wants a companion. He wants someone to hold his hand while he falls asleep. But Sapphire... you both know you have higher needs that an old man can’t meet." He reaches down, his fingers finding the hem of my dress, slowly inching upward, trailing a path of fire along my legs to my thighs.

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

I was in the hallway when Rufus suddenly stepped out of the guest bathroom shirtless and his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He didn’t say a word, he just backed me against the wall, one hand planted beside my head. “We can’t keep doing this,” he whispered, but his body said something else. His hard cock pressed against my stomach through his sweatpants. “Then stop me,” I challenged, my hand sliding up his bare chest. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck your stepdaughter.” Rufus groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re going to get us both in trouble.”

He set a pace that was rougher than the hotel. “Say it,” he ordered, one hand fisting my hair and yanking my head back so my spine arched. “Who’s inside you right now?” “My stepdad,” I choked out. “Louder.” “My stepdad is fucking me.” “That’s right.” He drove into me harder. “Your mother’s husband is balls deep in her daughter’s cunt and you’re dripping down my cock like you were made for it. Say stepfather.” “Stepfather,” I gasped as he hit a spot that made my vision spark. “Fuck, stepfather—”

Truly happy. And that realization made something inside me twist painfully. After my father died, she hadn’t been the same. She had shut down in her own way, just like I had. Quiet. Distant. Existing, but not really living. And now… this man had brought her back. The man I once imagined. And now… He was going to be my stepfather. “When is the wedding?” I asked, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Soon,” she replied easily. “Later this month. Not weeks away.”