Stepdaddy Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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

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.

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.

I shook my head, whimpering against his palm as he finger-fucked me harder, the wet sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my drenched pussy filling the kitchen. “Call me Stepdaddy,” he demanded, adding a third finger, stretching me wide. “Say it while you come on my fingers.” I was so close. My thighs trembled. My pussy clenched around his thick fingers. “Stepdaddy…” I moaned against his hand. “Please… Stepdaddy, I’m going to come…” “Come for me, baby girl,” he rasped, curling his fingers perfectly while his thumb rubbed my clit fast and firm. “Come on Stepdaddy

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