Stepdaddy Novels & Stories

I growled, grabbing his wrist and forcing his fingers faster. "Fuck the age, fuck the rules, make me yours!" Videos I watched on G****e about step daughter and step dad were all fiction until now. In my front, it's happening.

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

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

“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.”

“I don’t fuck girls, Dolly. I fuck ladies. When you were a girl, I thought I wanted to be your guardian but when I moved in with you, even after I saw how your mom is a shitty parent, I couldn’t bring myself to get into this role. I gave you money, support, clothes and a nice room and whatever the fuck it is kids need, but not parenthood. Because I’m not your parent, sweetheart. And I’m about to do very un-parental things to you.” My thighs open wide without my permission, and I hold my breath as he inches closer, his face now an inch from mine. “Anyone can see us from outside,” I mutter. He shakes his head, staring at the pulse in my neck. “No, baby. One-sided glass window. I could fuck you

“Feel that babygirl? Daddy’s cock is all the way in my stepdaughter's pussy now. You’re clenching so hard around me, leaking all over my balls like the desperate cumslut you are.” I could barely think straight with how full I felt, my pussy stretched to its limit and pulsing around every thick vein of him. Holy shit this is really happening, my stepdad’s massive dick is buried balls deep in me and it feels better than any toy or fantasy I ever had on those calls. My hands grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging in as I rolled my hips up against him, grinding my clit on his pelvis. “Move Daddy, please, I need you to fuck me hard. Pound this sloppy cunt until I can’t walk straight. I want to f

“Come for me again. Squeeze my cock like the greedy slut you are. Show Daddy how much you love being fucked stupid on the stairs.” The words tip me—orgasm crashing hard, pussy milking him tight, vision blurring as I scream “Daddy—fuck—yours—” Body convulsing, juices dripping down my thighs. He doesn’t stop. Flips me around, sits on the step, pulls me onto his lap. “Ride me. Now. Show me you’re mine.”

I stared at the glowing screen of my phone until the words blurred, my heart hammering a frantic, sickening rhythm against my ribs. He thinks he owns you, but we both know I already had you first. The text message was burned into my retinas. I quickly locked the phone and shoved it under my pillow, trying to block out the sheer, terrifying reality of what it meant. The guy who had wrecked me in that hotel room, the one who had left me aching and breathless just twenty-four hours ago, was Arthur Sterling’s son. Which meant he was my new step-brother.

~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.”