Novel & Cerita Taboo Stepdad

According to the picture you sent, I think you look gorgeous, girl, and Murphy is right about you looking lovely. Alright, his parents are nice and receptive. I will tell you about everything once I return home! I dropped my phone, smiling widely. I had met Murphy’s parents. His father was Dad’s stepbrother, Stephen, and he was a nice, pleasant man, while his wife, Naomi, was the definition of a pure-hearted soul. I suspected the only issue they were going to have was Vera’s past relationships. Even though Murphy had forgiven her past, I couldn’t tell of his parents.

"You taught me that, remember? Everything you have… you got by breaking the rules everyone else followed." "Not these rules." "Especially these rules." I leaned back just enough to look him dead in the eye, my chin lifted, my smile sharp and knowing. The alcohol buzzed in my head, but even without it, I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew exactly what I was playing with. And God, I loved it. "You know..." I whispered, voice heavy with desire, dripping with every forbidden thought I’d ever had about him. "For a man who is supposed to be my stepfather… you really are terrible at keeping your distance."

No matter what it was, I shouldn't have given in, and I should have pushed him away and slapped him not because of his opinion about me but because of his relationship with Maverick. My husband was on the hospital bed while I was figuring out what my stepson tasted like. The award for the best stepmom of the year should go to me. Lord knows I can write a book on how to destroy your marriage. It would sell quickly if everyone reacted to their stepson like I did. But one thing I know is I have to tell Maverick before Blaze does.

I spat into my palm, using the moisture to rub the sensitive nub in fast, frantic circles. I was masturbating to my stepfather masturbating. The taboo of it made my vision blur. I started breathing heavily, my chest heaving in sync with his. I closed my eyes, the tension building in my lower belly, a second peak climbing toward the summit. My fingers moved faster into my pussy as I massaged my breast with soo much force. the friction becoming almost unbearable. Just as I felt the orgasm begin to crest, a voice shattered the silence. "Amaya... fuckkkkkk!"

My hands shook as I buried my face in my pillow. After a long, chaotic argument, my mom finally stormed out of the house, muttering curses under her breath when she realized shouting wasn’t going to get them anywhere.🙄 I just laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, reminiscing about what I had seen. I could never unsee it, and I hated him for it. I remembered all the times he had laughed with me, teased me, acted like he cared. Every memory now felt like a lie. My stepdad knocked again. “Bea… please. Let me explain.”

“My wife’s daughter on my fingers in my office. If Vivian knew how badly her husband wants to ruin her baby girl…” The taboo words only made Victoria wetter. She clenched around his fingers, riding them shamelessly. “She doesn’t have to know. This is ours. Fuck me, Daddy. I’ve waited so long.” He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to her mouth. “Suck. Taste how much your stepdad turns you on.”

The way he looked at my lips, down to my partially exposed cleavage. I cringed as his gaze roamed over me, full of lust. In that moment, I knew I despised him. And the fact that he was now my stepfather only amplified my hatred. Calling him "dad" after my mother's constant insistence always felt strange. He was not my biological father, nor was he related to my mother. He was a stranger, a forbidden fruit, someone I shouldn't be attracted to or think of in such inappropriate ways. Stephane was dangerous, a man I should stay away from. Spending three months at home with him, now that he's married to my mother, screams danger. But for some reason, I can't seem to stay away.

she said, taking a sip of her soda, “we’re still going shopping after school, right?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “I can’t go.” Her brow furrowed. “Why not?” “My stepfather won’t allow it.” I poked at my food, avoiding her gaze. Leslie let out a disbelieving laugh. “Since when do you listen to your stepfather?” I scoffed, finally meeting her eyes. “Since he came to bail me out while you were too afraid to tell your parents we were lovers.” Her face paled. The color drained so fast I almost felt bad. Almost.

Julian loomed over me, his thumb reaching out to trace the line of my jaw, his touch searing hot against my frozen skin. “I sat at that dinner table for a thousand days, Elara. I watched you go from a girl to a woman. I watched every boy who tried to get close to you, and I made sure they disappeared. I played the doting stepfather because I had to. Because the ‘claim’ wasn’t legal yet.” He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I could hear his heart beating—steady, slow, and ruthless. “But she’s in the ground now. The bridge is burned. I don’t have to call you ‘daughter’ anymore. And you sure as hell don’t have to call me ‘father.’”

He didn't need this right now. First John and now his dad. What was so special about Stephie that she should be off limits? Jacob wasn't sure what bothered him more. The fact that his dad declared Stephie off limits, or the fact that he was upset by the declaration. Wasn't this supposed to be the reality anyway? Him keeping away from Stephie, with no intention on seducing her? But why did now that the boundary had been declared, did Jacob suddenly feel more tempted to break that very limit?