Stepdad Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I know what I want. I’ve wanted my stepdad’s cock stretching me open for months. I’ll be your secret little slut. I’ll be so submissive for you. You can spank me, choke me, cum inside me whenever you want. Just please… touch me.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “I feel so empty all the time. Dad left. My ex treated me like shit. Mom only cares about her career… but you actually see me. You care. Please, Daddy. Make me feel good. Even if it’s just tonight.” Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, looking like he was fighting a war inside his head. His eyes kept dropping to my exposed tits and dripping pussy. “Sophie… this is dangerous,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re my stepdaughter.”

His thumb pressed against the pulse point under my jaw, feeling the frantic skip of my heart. "I am keeping what I paid for," he growled. "I spent three years playing the 'nice' stepfather. I listened to your mother’s drunken stories. I sat through your school plays. I watched you bring home boys who weren't fit to wash your car. I did it all because I knew that one day, the debt would come due. And I am a man who always collects." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. The sensation sent a traitorous jolt of electricity through my body. I hated myself for the way my breath hitched.

The one who always showed up unannounced like he still lived in the neighborhood even though he’d moved across town years ago. She opened the door and there he was, six-three, broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair cut short, wearing a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up. Forty-eight years old, but he looked like he could bench press her without breaking a sweat. “Hey, kid,” he said, his voice rough like gravel. His eyes flicked down for half a second, taking in her bare legs. “Your dad home?” “Stepdad,” she corrected, the way she always did. “And no. They went up to the lake for the weekend. Mom made him go.”

Shit… we were definitely done for. ................................................................................................................................... “Bea, get up! You always wake up late. You’re going to be eighteen in the next few days, and yet you still have me waking you up like you’re a toddler. You won’t have me forever, and God knows what will happen when I’m gone.” I groaned as my mom ranted. “Calm down, Kate. Isn’t it too early for this?” my stepdad said, giving her a kiss. “You don’t always have to yell at her, you know. She’s the best daughter you could ever ask for,” he said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. “Good morning, B.”

Living under his roof again stirs feelings she knows she shouldn’t have, but she can’t stop thinking about those strong hands and the way his voice makes her knees weak. Xavier has always seen Hazel as the girl he helped raise—but she’s not a little girl anymore. She’s stunning, tempting, and entirely off-limits. Resisting her is a battle he’s losing, especially when she makes it clear she doesn’t want to play by the rules. Their connection is wrong, dangerous, and too hot to resist. But how long can they keep their hands off each other before everything explodes? My forbidden stepdaddy is a raw, forbidden romance full of tension, temptation, and heat that will leave you begging for more and

I had known him since Mom married Miles Stewart four years ago and we moved into the neighborhood. Back then he was the cool boy next door who smiled at me like I mattered. Over the years we became friends… and a little more. Because in this friendship, we had kissed so many times, quick, breathless ones in his car or hidden at Wills and words, my stepdad’s bookshop. But every time I tried to push for more or asked what we were, he would pull back with that crooked smile and remind me I was “a lot to handle.” According to him, he couldn’t lift my leg even if he wanted to.

Chapter 4: LORA'S POV. Mom always used to tell me before her death, “no good comes from men.” She was so wrong, because having Roderick between my thighs, with his lips firm around my clit, was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He had thrown me on his bed earlier, still naked and wet. He didn't mind that his bed was about to be soaked, and he definitely couldn't wait a few seconds before tearing my clothes off my body and pushing his face in-between my thighs.

Only then did Vane let himself come again, filling him even more. They lay tangled, kissing softly, bodies sticky and spent. Vane’s hand cupped Elias’s face, thumb brushing swollen lips. Their eyes met—stepdad and stepson, bound by forbidden hunger that had been building for years. In this room, nothing else mattered. Just heat, skin, and the endless kiss that started it all and never truly ended.

He crawled up through my front slut Andi was already dripping wet as I placed my sweaty palm on his hand, trying to gauge how much more I could take so that I wouldn't create an embarrassing scene. He slid further, this time reaching my panties, expertly sliding a finger against my cunt. It felt like a knock - he was creating an eruption inside of me. One more of that gentle finger stroke and I swear I would lose it. "Uh! Oh!" I moaned silently, ng gaze turning left and right as I hoped no one heard that. "Mmmm, oooh..." "Malia, are you okay? Introduce yourself to my associates, will you?" My stepdad's raspy voice made its way to my ears, causing me to shiver into slight composure.

Except for his mother, sister-in-law, and niece, Cade Westham was a snob to the rest of the women population, despite being a gynecologist. However, he had no prejudice against children and was particularly skilled with them. “A marriage proposal? That's a first!” He chuckled in disbelief. “Where's your Mom?” He had asked. “We are just getting to that.” She pointed out. “Despite our lack of wealth, my mother is stunning, with flawless curves and long hair that matches mine. You need not be concerned about me. I'm not the type of child that sobs a lot. As long as you take good care of my mother, go with me to school on Father's Day, take me to theme parks, and occasionally buy me vanilla ice