Stepdaddy Novels & Stories

She’s not my daughter! But you just called her your stepdaughter out there, a quiet, mocking voice whispers in the back of my head. Fuck. I said it with my own mouth. Stepfather. And that word… step-daddy. Shit. My hand moves down my stomach before my brain can stop it. My fingers wrap around the thick, heavy shaft of my cock. The skin is so hot it can brew a tea. Just once more, my body begs. Just one last time. My eyes roll back into my head. I close them tight against the cold spray of water. My hand starts to move, sliding up and down in a slow, agonizing rhythm, chasing the image of my fingers parting her wet folds.

“Every time he calls I feel sick. Every time he says he wants to be part of my life I just want to come find you and get on my knees. I don’t care that he’s my real father. I care that you’re the one who actually owns me.” Declan growled against my mouth. He stood up suddenly, still buried inside me, and carried me the few steps to the wall. My back hit the plaster. He drove into me with short, brutal thrusts, one hand under my thigh to keep me open, the other braced beside my head. “Say it again,” he ordered. “I hate Dad.” My voice cracked on a particularly deep thrust. “I just want stepdaddy.” “Louder.” “I hate him—fuck—I only want you—”

Until Justin came, of course. It was fresh in my memory, how I met my stepdad. Mother had called me a hundred times, giving me orders on coming home for holidays or she was going to stop my tuition. I didn't have a side job, so yeah, I had no choice but to listen to her selfish request.

hands busy, task running, the machinery going because if the machinery stopped I would have to feel the whole weight of it at once. The bread can wait. It is the first genuinely radical thing I have done in years. I call my father at two in the afternoon. He picks up on the second ring, which for him is instant, which means he has had the phone somewhere on his person all day. "Well?" he says. "I said yes." There is a pause on the line. Then a sound that is not a word. "Right," he says. "Good. Yes. Good." "Are you all right?"

"We'll see about that." As My stepfather nodded, a door behind him opened, and a tall, imposing figure emerged. His eyes were cold, calculating, and seemed to bore into my very soul. "This is Victor, our... enforcer," Bruno said, his voice low and cautious. Victor's gaze never left mine, his presence exuding an aura of menace. "Victor will... guide you through the process," My stepfather said, his voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness. "He'll teach you the ways of our family, and ensure your loyalty."

Lush’s POV I sat at the long dinner table in my stepdad's big house. The party was full of rich people laughing and clinking glasses. But my eyes kept going to him. Alexander Voss. My stepdad's best friend. He was a billionaire who ran huge companies. He had this bossy way about him that made my body react. His jaw was strong, his eyes blue and sharp. He yelled at the waiters to hurry up, and it made me think of him holding me down, telling me what to do.

Heat spread from that single point of contact, slow and dangerous, mixing with the leftover buzz from the shots. I looked at him—really looked. The sharp jaw, the faint stubble, the way his shirt collar sat open just enough to show the line of his throat. This was Dominic. My stepfather. The man who had sat through my high school recitals and fixed my flat tires without ever making it a big deal. But tonight his gaze wasn’t fatherly. It was dark and steady, like he was seeing me for the first time without the filter of family. “You’re staring,” I whispered.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

"Oh daddy! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck your little stepdaughter's littke pussy. Arhhhh! Yesss!" Her throat dried and her eyes went wide in shock. Her step daddy was watching a sex video. It wasn't just a random video, but a sex video of father and stepdaugther. Sandra's curiosity got the better of her when she crept a little bit closer to the door. Her step Daddy's attention was glued intently at the computer screen and she saw his hand moving, making a back and forth motion under his desk. Sandra did not need any prophet to tell her that her step daddy was stroking himself. With the manner he was stroking his dick, she could tell that he was about to cum.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.