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

“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.”

His large open palm came down sharply against the bare skin of my ass in a series of stinging slaps, the sharp pain instantly blooming into a heavy, throbbing heat that pushed my body closer and closer to the breaking point. "That foolish boy has absolutely no idea that I am fucking my own stepdaughter raw every single night while he is sitting in his room jerking off to fantasies of you," Stephen rasped out, his voice thick and gravelly with pure, possessive rage. "He has no idea that you scream for your stepfather’s cock until you are completely breathless."

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.”

As soon as she was distracted, I grabbed Uncle Kilton’s hand and pulled him into his bedroom, locking the door quietly. “We don’t have much time, Daddy,” I whispered, already dropping to my knees in front of him. “I need to taste you before we go.” He groaned softly, his hand gently stroking my hair. “Jojo… you’re going to kill me, baby girl.” I pulled his pants down quickly. His thick cock sprang out, already half-hard. I wrapped my small hand around it and stroked him slowly, looking up at him with shy but naughty eyes.

My mind reeled as I stared at my phone, the message screaming a mixture of emotions. My stepdad, strict and unbending-a man who always demanded and never asked-was on his knees, beseeching me to beg Adrian, a prospective client, to grant him a very lucrative steel contract. Something was not adding up. My stepdad never begged, and the fact that he was doing so made my skin crawl.