Stepfather Romance Books Novels & Stories

My hand moved slowly at first, then steady, as I stroked myself. I bit my bottom lip and moaned softly, letting my eyes flutter close, the sound filling the room. I heard a creak. I opened my eyes immediately, but instead of shock and shame, a strange fire burned in my chest. Salvatore stood there, his frame tall blocking the dim light, his jaw ticking tightly. His eyes dropped and followed the line of my body, and I saw him tense as he fought to stay put. “Hi, Stepfather,” I said, smiling wide, my hand still moving boldly under his gaze. He stepped in and locked the door behind him…

Frederick sighed and stepped forward, reaching down to help me up. "Jonathan, I understand you're upset. But we're family. If you just tell us the truth, we can figure out how to help you." "Tell you the truth about what?" I shoved his hand away. "About how you married my mother while chasing after Yvette behind her back? Or about how I almost got killed taking the fall for you?" "Enough!" My mother kicked me hard in the shoulder. "You can't control yourself, and now you're pointing fingers at your own stepfather? You're disgusting."

She then smiled shyly and left. Her gesture caught me off guard, filling me with a surge of excitement. It was a clear sign—she cared for me just as deeply as I cared for her. Perhaps dating her was the best decision; it would bring me closer to my children. For the first time in what felt like forever, the prospect of peace and happiness seemed within reach. ******* "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son!" Stephanie, my stepmother, roared immediately as I stepped into the mansion. The mansion is just a five-minute drive from mine; it's a larger and grander version of mine.

~ NATALIA ~ Vega Pack, My Pack. Once a safe, decent, innocent place, had become something I could never imagine I could see. Caspian took me out of that packhouse where I had to force myself to walk in front of the monster who killed my father, without throwing a knife at his heart, and it was quite unsettling, now that I had to call him my stepfather and had to witness his and my mother’s closeness. The closeness was literally tearing me apart.

Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#" Dear Stepdaddy Introduction: My mother remarried but as I would find out along the way it was out of convenience and not out of love....from her side aniways.... My stepfather was a dashing, incredibly sexy older man with his own desires..... My mother was so blind and didn't see how unhappy my stepfather became in the marriage till the point of almost giving up.... But I wasn't blind! I saw it all! He tried, he really did but she was so stupid to see that gorgeous loving and caring man in front of her who was slowly dying inside, starved of affection and love from her!

But if she was right then I had to find out the truth. “He's my stepfather.” I blurted out and she gasped, obviously not expecting that answer. “He married my step- I mean he married my mom, so I'm his stepson. Don't go around assuming awful things.” I added, sounding even more pissed off than usual. She suddenly looked at me like I was her savior and grabbed my hands, batting her eyelashes at me. “Would you beg your father to make me stay? I'll do whatever you want. I can be your slut. I'll suck your cock right now if you want—”

But beneath the surprise, something darker flickered, possession, hunger, and a dangerous spark of recognition. “Ivana?” he said, voice low and rough, my name sounding like a sin on his lips. Downstairs, applause erupted, My mother’s joyful laughter floated up. The man I had just allowed to ruin me in the most exquisite way possible, and whose cum was still leaking down my thighs, was my new stepfather.

He broke off with a ragged breath. I looked up at him. Green eyes meeting grey. I didn't stop. I had waited three years for this. Three years of fantasizing, of telling myself I was sick for wanting my stepfather. But here he was now, hard in my mouth, and he wasn't pushing me away. "Bloody hell," he breathed and his grip in my hair tightened while i swallowed him whole in my mouth. His hips moved forward, just slightly, and I moaned my approval. "Finn." My name was a warning, more like a plea but I didn't care. He pulled me off. I gasped, a string of saliva connecting my lips to the tip of him. His chest was heaving and his eyes were darker now.

His big hand stroked my hair, surprisingly gentle after how rough he’d just been. “You okay, baby?” he asked quietly, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I nodded against his chest, sore and satisfied and already aching for more. “Yes, Daddy.” His fingers trailed down my body, already slipping between my legs again, playing with the mess he’d made of my pussy. “Rest for a minute,” he murmured. “Then Daddy’s going to fuck you again.” I shivered in anticipation, pressing closer to his warm, muscular body. Being my stepdad’s little brat had never felt so good.

"Fuck! I never knew it would feel this good." Ah... I wish these were Luke's fingers instead. The sudden admission made me feel a subtle sense of shame and nausea. This was my stepfather i was fantasizing about. I always had a resistance to sex with men because of what happened to my mother. I'm in love with Luke but it will never be reciprocated. He won't have sex with me so this works out for me. I continue to pleasure myself and imagine Luke was in my bed. His hand is now the hand that's pleasuring me.