Stepdaddy Novels & Stories

My head instantly snapped to the speaking wall as my eyes widened in shock. Before I knew, the words left my mouth, "What are you doing here, standing in the middle of nowhere?" His brow ever so slightly raised and sarcastically replied, "I live here, remember and that too, in the next room of yours." I sigh, knowing he was right and right. "Yeah, yeah, Stephan. I know." "Good." He rolls his eyes before walking towards the stairs and I follow him shortly after. "Good morning kids." "Morning Gran." Stephan softly replied.

With my father gone for golf with his buddies, I had at least an hour, and I didn't want to waste it, so sitting in his chair, which still smelled of him, I went into his computer files to search for the videos that brought heaven to my eyes, and bingo, he was just in the middle of editing one. “Oh yes.” I said and then stood up and pulled my shorts down. I didn't have any panties on, so we were good. Quickly I pulled my top up so my little tits were free, then I parted my legs and played the video, and what a bonus! The video was about a stepdaddy and stepdaughter, just my fantasy and what I've been craving lately. “Ah yes, Daddy." The girl in the video cried

Every thrust carried weeks of fear, love, and possessive rage. “You’re mine,” he panted, staring into her tear-filled eyes. “My stepsister. My wife. The mother of my children. My collared whore. Say it while I fuck you.” “I’m yours!” Raven wailed, sobbing as he pounded her. “I’m your collared breeding stepsister! I’ll never belong to anyone else please, Daddy, I love you!”

I stretched under the duvet, groaning softly as the soreness in my thighs reminded me just how many times he had wrung me out like a washcloth. Ronan. My heart stuttered at the memory of his hands on me, relentless and skilled and so wicked, pulling me apart again and again until the world went dark and I didn’t even realize I’d passed out. I will never forget yesterday in my life. It was so dirty. So erotic and so fucking sinful. Had he not been my mate, I would have said we were going straight to hell from here. It doesn’t make it better that he is still my stepfather. His marriage to my mother is still freaking legal.

"For a man who is supposed to be my stepfather… you really are terrible at keeping your distance." He opened his mouth to say something…probably another command, another warning, another reminder of who he was and who I was, but I didn’t let him. I moved closer again, my face right up to his, my lips barely an inch from his. My hands rested flat on his chest, feeling his heart hammering out a rhythm that matched mine perfectly. "Ever told you you’re damn too hot to be step daddy."

Cups clinked softly on the table as they talked about the gala—the Thorne Company had invited them to do a live painting, right in front of the city’s elite. Sarah kept staring at the invitation on the table, the Thorne Company seal burning into her eyes. “You know Damian Thorne is the owner, right?” she said, her voice low. Luca nodded. “Yeah. I know.” “He’s… my stepfather,” she added, then let out a bitter laugh. “But before that—” she stopped, swallowing hard. “Before that, he was my one-night stand.” She lied to Luca. Yes, Damian was her one-night stand at first—but she knew deep down it was more than just one night, because it kept happening. Luca was her gay friend; she was the only on

My step-dad After a good time of sleep I always wake up in the arms of Christ. I catch him looking at me Me: why are you looking at me? Christ: nothing you're just beautiful Me: Hmm I said nothing and I smile, without realizing it, he puts his lips on mine. His soft lips, he caresses my body with sensuality, he is very precise in his gestures. I moan all alone Christ: sorry, I .. Me: hush continue

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

~Lila~ “Baby, your stepfather is Sire.” Everything is happening too fast. I blink, rooted in place, staring at my stepfather. Ryder’s allegations sound so far-fetched, so surreal. I wait for Adam to vociferously deny them. My stepfather glares at Ryder. “That’s a lot to hurl at my head. You can’t back that up. You just hate me because I tried to separate Lila from your bad influence.” “You lying motherfucker.”

Stepdaddy's friend’s nails dig into my waist; he moves inside me with staggering pace and I take his cock sweetly. Garrick watches us with unmistakable lust flickering in his gaze. I turn to him with saliva streaking down my jaw. “Daddy….” “Yes…” he rasps, his voice thick and lusty. The sound alone does something strange to me. “Your friend is fucking me hard, my pussy loves his monster dick…” I say shamelessly then moan. Shit… my eyes roll in their sockets. Stepdaddy moves closer and grabs a nipple; he rolls fast between his fingers as if he’s trying to pet me. I'm so garatful. Pleasure crashes into me from different angles.