Stepfather Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Especially don't ask your stepbrother anything later. His father said he doesn't like it when people are curious about him. Since you're a person who's very curious about everything, so I'm warning you. You heard that right?” “What am I curious about a stranger becoming my stepbrother anyway? I wasn't interested in having a stepbrother in the first place, let alone a stepfather.” Except for the fact that I was a little curious as to why Mr. Peterson was so concerned about his son's tastes. Fortunately, before mom could pinch me again, that man finally appeared. Looking as neat as if he was meeting the president, he kissed my mom and then extended his hand to me. “Roberts Peterson,” he said.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I moved in bed I felt you. Please, Daddy… fuck me again. I need more.” He stood up, freed his thick cock, and rubbed the head through my slick folds. “Beg properly. Tell your stepfather how much you love being his dirty little secret while your mother sleeps upstairs.” “I love it,” I whimpered, pushing back. “I love being your whore. Please fuck your wife’s daughter. Breed me again. I don’t care how wrong it is.” He thrust in deep, bottoming out with a groan. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect. So young and tight for your billionaire stepfather.”

legs spread, fingers deep in my dripping cunt, chest heaving, nipples hard, his name still hanging in the air like evidence. His dark eyes dropped slowly down my naked body, lingering on my soaked pussy, then back up to my face. Something dangerous flickered across his expression. Not anger. Not embarrassment. Hunger. "Samantha." His voice was different now. Lower. Darker. "What the hell are you doing?" "Fuck," I breathed. I couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything but lie there, frozen, caught in the most compromising position of my life, with my stepfather's eyes raking over my naked body like he was cataloging every inch.

His eyes met mine, dark with lust and something far more dangerous. My stepfather—his father—was right outside. And Adrian’s cock twitched deep inside me, still rock hard, as a wicked smile curved his lips.

Cassie’s POV I woke up the next day, curled against his chest, cramped on the sofa that reeked of sweat, sex, and everything that went down last night. My eyes lingered on him with a dangerous kind of love, wondering how a man could be so perfect… and how that man happened to be my stepfather. I trailed a finger along his jawline, down to his lips, and heat rushed through me as flashes of how wickedly good he’d been with that mouth came flooding back.

The mourners’ voices hum outside—guests right there, clueless—and it makes me wetter, the taboo of my stepfather fucking me while they wait. “Ride me, you filthy girl,” he says, lying back, his suit a wreck, cock glistening with my cum. I straddle him, cowgirl, sinking onto him, his cock filling me so deep I gasp, my hands on his scarred chest, nails digging in. I rock, hard and fast, my clit grinding against his base, and he spanks my ass again, the crack echoing, my skin stinging. “Look at you, Tess,” he growls, eyes blazing. “So fucking beautiful, taking my cock.” His words burn away Diane’s “worthless,” and I’m coming, my third, my pussy squeezing him, milking him, my screams tearing my

I correct warmly, with a mischievous smile, “From his first wife.” “Late wife,” Vivienne says quickly. I can see her trying to hide the wound on her face with a smile. “She’s his stepdaughter. Not biological.” She makes sure to emphasize that, so that they know I don’t really matter. “Oh.” The woman’s smile becomes something else. Pitying. Condescending. “How… charitable of him.” The word hangs in the air like an insult wrapped in velvet. “Yes,” I say evenly. “Very charitable.” Vivienne continues pulling me along. “And you have to meet my father. Daddy!”

The profile of his face was perfect, as if he was a carving of some kind of god. And he was just as cold. He didn’t even look at me as I marched over and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. “These will kill you,” I complained. “It’s time to quit.” Levi paused. “Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest and when he looked at me, his eyes were cold. “Oh now you care about your step-father?” he sneered. I reeled, taken aback. “After you cut ties with me, after all these years, why bother pretending now?”

STORY TITLE: Daddy, Will You Ever Love Me? INTRODUCTION: Gracie thought coming home after college would mean peace. Instead, it means a suffocating summer trapped with the one man she can’t escape—her stepfather. He has always despised her, his eyes sharp with unspoken hatred, his words laced with disdain. But beneath that cruelty lies something far more dangerous… a pull she can’t resist.

“You should go,” Stephan said, voice low and strained, even as his body stayed rooted in place. His eyes flicked down again—over the sheer robe clinging to my still-hard nipples, the soaked black thong barely covering my freshly fucked pussy. “This isn’t right. I’m your stepfather. I came here for… fuck, I don’t even know why anymore. Let me leave, Jade.”