Fuck By My stepfather

Maturity Warning ⚠️ This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised. **He's my Professor. He's my Step father. And he's the only man who devours me at night.** I am a science student who failed every course and was hated by my professor. But on one faithful morning my mum announced a heartbreaking information. She was going to marry the professor I lusted over. The one man I had imagined one day he would pin me down to his bed. Mr Chadwick is cold, brilliant, and sexy. He hated me for being dull and feminine but behind those eyes filled with fury, his darkest desires loomed around me. In public, Mr Chadwick is the perfect academic and the perfect step father. But behind closed doors of the study, he is a predator who had discovered my darkest secrets: a sketchbook filled with obsessive drawings of him. Now, the lessons have changed. Chadwick doesn't want me to study books; he wants me to study him. It was supposed to be a punishment. He curses me on the outside but claims me like a hungry lion every night. Under my mum's roof. It was supposed to break my spirit. But he found out, he lusted over the very thing he hated.

“Daddy… Fuck me daddy… I know daddy wants my pussy…. Yeah daddy harder… Oh..” I moaned tightly, biting my bottom lips. “So close.” I whispered, twirling my other hand on my breast, pinching and swirling my thumb against my dark buds. It was fucking sweet having pleasuring myself but I wondered what it would actually feel like having daddy’s cock inside of me instead. My eyes had immediately seized upward, and my hues widened with shock, snapping at the sight of my father figure who stood unwavering at the door. My heart skipped a beat that I swallowed harshly having pushed the words out my mouth. “Daddy….” my eyes leaned on him, watching as his dark shadow loomed further inside my room, and he pushed the door closed from behind with my breath which had halted. My leg involuntarily squeezed themselves to together, and another pleasure weaved its way into my body, maybe it was actually due to shock. What was he fucking doing here? “Princess where you fantasizing about me?” *** Roses weren’t red, neither were violent blue to me, all I wanted was pleasure but it all went too far….. The moment I saw how gracious my stepdad appeared, I had made it my mission to seduce him. Unfortunately what I didn’t know was that I was a naïve nineteen years old who was being used. He turned to a monster, and he made it his own life mission to torment my existence.

Warning!!! This book contains lots of steamy and sensual content's!! Be warned guys!! ** Becky's dad had just died during the war front, and the news of her father's death broke her so hard, but what broke her more was that after seven months of her father's death,her mom has fallen in love with another man and seems happy with him. Little does she know that she would fall in love with her mom's lover, her step dad and may break her mom's heart, who knows? Dive in to uncover deceit, backstabbing, anger and hatred at its peak!!

️ 18+ ONLY. If you are under 18, close this now. This book contains extremely explicit sexual content, taboo stepfather/stepdaughter dynamics, power play, and graphic erotic scenes. Strictly 18+ only. Read at your own risk. “Don’t make a sound,” he growled against my ear, his hand sliding between my thighs. “Not one sound, or I stop and we both know you don’t want me to stop.” He was right. God help me, he was right. Caden Voss is my stepfather. Forty-two, ruthless, built like sin and cold as steel. The kind of man who makes grown men flinch and panties drop without trying. He married my mother. And he has his fingers buried inside me while my mother sleeps down the hall. I came back home at twenty-one thinking I could handle him. Thinking the attraction was just a stupid crush I’d grown out of. But nothing prepares you for Caden Voss up close his voice, his hands, the way his eyes strip you naked before he’s touched a single inch of you. He fought it. Weeks of cold silences and hard stares and pretending he didn’t watch my mouth when I talked. Then one night he stopped pretending. Now he has me bent over his desk every chance he gets, hand wrapped in my hair, whispering filthy things against my skin that make me forget my own name. He knows exactly how to make me beg. Exactly how to stretch me open and fill me so deep I’m sobbing into the pillow trying not to wake the whole house. It’s wrong. It’s filthy. It’s the most alive I’ve ever felt. And I don’t want him to stop. Not even a little.

When your fiancé and step-dad clash at your engagement party Your step-dad, young and handsome, has been single since he took you in 🤔 You thought he hated you, thinking you were just a burden But on the eve of your wedding, your fiancé abuses you, and you have nowhere to run 😩 So you escape to your step-dad's house for shelter… only to find out, after all these years, he wants you every day 💖🔥

I never expected one reckless night to come back and haunt me like this. I signed a fake engagement with my best friend to escape my mother’s relentless pressure to settle down before I “missed my window,” just like she did after my father left. When he tried to force himself on me in his car, I slapped him hard and ended our fake relationship immediately. Heartbroken and shaken, I got drunk at a luxury hotel bar and ended up in bed with a charming stranger. The pleasure was disappointing, so in my frustrated state I insulted his performance, threw money at him, and warned him never to speak of that night again. Weeks later, my lonely mother excitedly introduced me to her new boyfriend, the man she wants to marry. It turned out to be the same stranger I paid and humiliated. Now he’s about to become my stepfather, he teases me mercilessly about that night, claiming my body while my mother is just around he corner. The forbidden attraction is dangerous and someone else knows our secret.