Stepfather Erotica Novels & Stories

I moaned softly, my fingers threading through his hair as he worked my clit with slow, perfect circles. When I was dripping and trembling, he moved back up and kissed me again. I could taste myself, my wetness on his tongue. “Are you sure?” he whispered, his thick cock resting heavy against my entrance. *I'm sure Dad" I nodded, eyes locked on his. “I want you inside me.” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. We both moaned at the same time. The feeling of him filling me — my own stepfather — was overwhelming. He stayed still for a moment, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine.

She splashes water on me again on purpose and I chuckled as I grab the hose and blast the water on her in power mode. She screamed and I quickly turned it off when I saw that our step father was already approaching us. “To what do I deserve this gesture?" he asked. Sofeya walks up to him immediately and bats her long eyelashes as she pushes her wet hair behind her, determined to let our stepfather see all of her body. My gaze lowered to his shorts and I could see that his dick was already hard against his shorts. I smiled and ran up to him and wrapped my wet body around him from behind.

Not like everyone else. Knowing this isn't the right time doesn't stop my gaze from roaming up his thighs and backside. His fly must still be undone, because the waist of his jeans is loose, giving me a glimpse of coarse skin, black hair, tattoo ink. Oh God, I can still taste him in my throat, all salty and thick. I just want to do it again. Want to see his ownership blazing down at me, hear it in his voice. "Well?" shouts my stepfather. "I just walked in to find you face-fucking my stepdaughter. Explain yourself."

How her stepfather had always been tight-lipped at times, even feeling that the man she was dealing with was too cold, though regarding last night's outburst, the man had spoken at length, as would probably be the case once Moreau added her side of the objection. "I haven't understood what kind of rough scene you mean. You had sex as usual. What's different?" "You can read everything in there." Moreau blinked a few times shortly after her stepfather almost gave a short answer. She instinctively looked down to reconfirm the points revealed on the paper agreement, reading carefully while stating directly. "It says here whips, chains, and some of your dangerous sex tools." Moreau frowned, again

I moan, staring into my stepfather's eyes. The look in him is transformative. It takes him not a moment's thought before he's pulled his cock from his pants. He jerks himself, watching me intently as I get fucked by this low-class, black Adonis. This man so below me, I can't help but feel sated on the taboo desires fueling me. “Daddy... Oh, Daddy!” I bite my lip and keep my gaze forward, not wanting to miss a thing. My stepfather's cock is just as hard as my new Daddy's, and I envision myself sucking him off. One dick in my mouth: an incestuous, older cock making me salivate. Another dick in my pussy: a low-class man getting his

“You’ve been fucking your sleeping stepdaughter’s pussy. I think can’t stopped applying a long time ago.” “I tried to stop.” He’s shaking. “Tried so many times. But you were always so wet, even asleep, and I – ” “I was wet for you.” I wrap my legs around his waist. Pull him all the way back in. ”Am wet for you. I’ve been waiting four years for you to actually take me.” Something shifts in his eyes. The horror fades. Something darker replaces it. “You want me to take you?” “Yes.” “You want your stepfather to fuck you properly? With your eyes open? Knowing exactly what we’re doing?”

“Outside the Volkov building, I am not Mr. Frederico. Fuck the titles. Here… I’m just a man. A man with very real, very intense needs and feelings for you.” Her lips parted, but no words came out at first. I could see the conflict raging behind her eyes — shame, fear, lingering heat from the other night, and something deeper she was trying desperately to deny. Finally, she pulled back slightly, though my hand stayed on her cheek. “Mr. Frederico… you need to stop,” she whispered, voice trembling but determined. “This is crazy. I had sex with you — and you’re my ex’s stepfather. It’s disappointing that you’re not respecting my boundaries…”

When I step out of them I turn to face him again, completely naked except for the thigh-high stockings, three glowing tails swaying behind me. I sit back on the edge of the bed and spread my thighs wide, letting him see how shiny and swollen I already am. “On your knees,” I say. He drops without another word. The sight of this grown man, my stepfather, kneeling between my legs sends a sharp rush of power straight through me. “Suck my clit,” I tell him. “Nice and slow. Use your tongue the way you’ve been imagining.” He leans in and the first wet drag of his tongue makes my head fall back. He licks through my folds like he is starving, then seals his mouth over my clit and sucks. My hips jerk.

Eventually the pretense of work snapped. He shoved the keyboard away, both hands clamping onto my hips, and started lifting me himself, using my body like a sleeve for his cock. The wet slap of skin filled the room. My head fell back against his shoulder. “Fuck–look at that,” he growled. “Your hole stretching around me. So fucking pretty. So fucking mine.” He thrust up to meet me on the next drop. “No one else gets this. You understand? This tight ass is for your stepfather only.”

I was on my stepfather’s exam table, legs spread obscenely, about to let him— “You’re a greedy baby girl, aren’t you? Does your little boyfriend not fuck you this good?” Elias asked, voice dark and commanding. “No?” He slammed into me with one powerful thrust. I cried out at the intense stretch. He was so much bigger, filling me completely, splitting me open in the most perfect, overwhelming way. His hand quickly covered my mouth. “Quiet, baby girl. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you getting fucked by your stepdaddy during office hours.”