Stepdaddy Novels & Stories

She must really love the guy being that she's a serious type, one I would never think would fall in love again after dad and her divorced. The moment I heard footsteps approaching the living room, everyone sat up. In fact, we almost stood up to welcome him. The door opened. The moment is here! We rose up as per ethics required welcoming such an important personality, a man who would be our step-dad. Age didn't matter. Mom walked in first. She clapped her hands to get our attention. With a radiant face, she stepped aside to introduce her man. “Everyone, this is Emilio Georgio. The man I want to marry and who will be your new stepfather.”

He smirks and goes out. My legs felt weak at the moment. I could believe I just fucked my stepdad. I haven't had such amazing sex before. I smiled thinking about the way he touched me, the way he kissed me…sucked me…licked me…god! It felt like heaven. I covered myself with the blankets there and dozed off. **

"You think I’ve been looking at you like that?" "I know you have," she breathed, a small, triumphant smile touching her lips. "The way your eyes linger on my legs when I walk into the room. The way you tense up when I accidentally brush against you in the kitchen. You've been fighting it just as much as I have." "I'm your step-father, Chloe. I've spent every single day trying to be the man you needed, the stable presence in your life. Fighting it is the only thing that kept this house standing."

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.

“Marcus… she’s right inside.” “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it?” He pressed the finger deeper, just the tip, stretching me teasingly. I had to lock my knees to stay upright. The forbidden thrill sent a fresh gush of wetness over his hand. “My girlfriend’s daughter dripping for her stepdaddy’s cock while she makes salad.” The word *stepdaddy* hit me like a spark. I whimpered softly, pushing back against his finger. He chuckled darkly and pulled away just as Mom stepped outside.

Adebayo questions and both Derrick and Esthers hearts explode at the same time. "S... Sir? "Esther questions her father as she believes she didn't hear him right. "Look, I know this sounds strange but, I've been blessed with a new found happiness. Someone to finally fill the void that's been in my heart." Mr. Adebayo begins to explain and Derrick stares at his father with the evident look of confussion on his face.

All filthy, unapologetic tales of the desires we never say out loud. Stepfathers who shouldn’t look twice. Friends who were never just friends. In-laws who cross every line. Strangers who claim what they shouldn’t. And the kind of love that starts in pure sin and ends in absolute addiction. No safe words. No apologies. Just raw, forbidden heat that will leave your legs aching and needy. All characters are 18+. Explicit content throughout. Read with raw caution.

They stood like stone idols, their bodies powerful and intimidating, waiting for the order to begin the rotation. Daddy stepped forward first. He moved between my locked knees, his shadow looming over my body like a shroud. He didn't use his hands to touch me. He didn't offer a single stroke of comfort or a moment of preparation. He simply stood there, looking down at me with absolute authority, his gaze stripping away the last of my dignity before he even touched me.

Daddy caught me in bed with Jeremy Dettling, getting fucked in the ass and talking dirty. To make matters worse, I was, of course, calling Jeremy "Daddy". Because, yeah, I've got a total thing for my stepdad. And it's not as if I even grew up with him or anything. He was my stepdad for all of a year and he spent that traveling with Mom all the time.

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.”