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A Mistress To My StepDaddy

8.9 / 10.0
In this modern romance novel, Isabelle's one night with a tattooed stranger becomes a forbidden nightmare when he turns out to be her new stepfather. As dark secrets and a jealous enemy close in, their illicit passion could destroy everything.
A Mistress To My StepDaddy Summary
After a devastating betrayal, Isabelle has a single night of raw passion with a mysterious, tattooed stranger—then flees, vowing to forget him. But returning home, she discovers her mother's new husband is Dorian Vayne, the same man who consumed her. Now her stepfather, he is a forbidden temptation she cannot escape. Their undeniable chemistry collides with the shocking truth, threatening to unravel their family and expose the dark secrets Dorian has buried. A jealous, dangerous figure from his past knows what they hide and swears to reveal it. Isabelle and Dorian must navigate a treacherous path where illicit love could survive—or consume them both in ink and blood.
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A Mistress To My StepDaddy Chapter 1

(Isabelle's Pov)

Fuck!!

I screamed out in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure surged through me causing my first orgasm.

He settled between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing my legs wider apart, and the sight of him there, tattooed, dangerous, and entirely in control, made my pussy clench in anticipation.

I didn't have to wait long. He lowered his head, with his breath hot against my soaked folds, and then his tongue was on me. He started gently, licking my long stripe-slit, circling my pussy with his tongue that made my hips buck off the mattress.

I gasped, my hands flying down to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned against my flesh, his breath vibrating my whole flesh, then he dove back in again.

I have never had a man who touched me this way.

He ate me like he was starving, his tongue delving deep inside my hole to taste my arousal before dragging me back up to torture my sensitive nerves. I felt like screaming. He sucked hard, his lips sealing around my clit and creating a suction that made my toes curl. I was wet, so wet I could hear the lewd, squelching sounds of his mouth working me over. It was filthy and raw, and I never wanted it to stop.

Just as I felt the pressure building low in my belly, his hand moved up my stomach again, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist until they reached my breast. He found my nipple already peaked and desperate for attention. He rolled his sensitive tongue, sucking me in the most subtle way. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, pushing more of my tit into his hand.

He didn't let go. He alternated between tugging on my nipple and rubbing his palm over the heavy swell of my breast, all while his tongue continued its relentless assault on my pussy. I was a mess of writhing limbs and gasping breaths, the alcohol in my system making everything feel floaty and intense, like I was watching myself fall apart in the depth of an ocean.

"Pleasssssse," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. Release? More? Him?

Dorian pulled his mouth away just long enough to smirk up at me, his chin glistening with my juices.

"Greedy girl," he growled roughly.

Then I felt his fingers replacing his tongue. He slid it inside me easily, my walls clamping down around the intrusion immediately. He curled them upward, finding that spongy spot inside that made my vision blank out.

My whole body was shaking vigorously to pleasure. He pumped them in and out, fucking me with his hand while his thumb returned to my clit, rubbing it in circles.

The dual stimulation was just too much. My thighs began to tremble, and I could feel the orgasm rushing toward me.

It was my second orgasm.

I was so close, teetering on the edge, breathing helplessly.

"Fuck, Dorian, don't stop," I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow.

He didn't stop either, he fingered me harder, his hand slapped against my wet skin with every thrust. I cried, my pussy convulsing around his fingers, a wave of pleasure washing over me, leaving me boneless and gasping for air, but he didn't give me time to recover.

The moment my breathing evened out, he was moving over me, he spread my legs wide. I looked down, and gasped as I saw his cock spring free.

He was so thick and hard, the head angry and a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

He was big, bigger than I'd expected, and the sight of him made my mouth water.

He grabbed my hips, flipping me over with a strength that thrilled me, and yanked me up into my hands and knees. I felt the head of his dick nudging at my entrance, sliding through my wetness to coat himself. I pushed back against him, desperate to be filled, needing to feel him stretching me open.

"You want this.. Huh?" he growled, gripping my ass cheek hard enough to leave a bruise.

"Yes" I breathed, pushing back again. "I want your dick. Fuck me hard"

He didn't wait for me to finish, with one thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt. I cried out, the sudden fullness was intense and overwhelming. He paused for a second, letting me adjust to his size, his hands gripping my waist tightly, his tattoos pressing against my skin.

Then he started to move.

He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a punishing rhythm immediately.

He fucked me mercilessly, his hips snapping against my ass, rocking my whole body forward. The bed creaked loudly, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was the feeling of him filling me, dragging against my inner walls with every stroke.

I was tipsy and horny, and the roughness was exactly what I needed. I reached back, bracing myself against the headboard to keep from being shoved into the pillows. "Harder baby," I gasped, the word torn from my throat. "Fuckkkkk"

Dorian obliged. He pounded into me, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust, adding a stinging layer of sensation to the steady friction inside me. He reached around, his fingers finding my clit again, rubbing it in time with his strokes.

The stimulation was electric. I could feel another orgasm building fast, stronger than the first. My moans grew louder, filling the room, uninhibited and desperate. I felt like an animal, completely taken over by instinct and need.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good," Dorian grunted, his voice strained. He leaned forward, biting down on my shoulder, the pain mingling with pleasure and pushing me closer to the edge.

I didn't think of Mark, my boyfriend this time. I was having a surreal time. He caused it anyway.

The room was spinning and my whole body was on fire. The only thing that mattered was the thick cock driving into me over and over again. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the sensation of being stretched, of being used, of being fucked so thoroughly I could barely think.

I screamed as he hit a particularly deep spot. "I'm gonna cum again."

He didn't let up, his fingers working my clit as he pistoned into me. The pressure built and built until it exploded, tearing a loud, broken moan from my throat. My pussy spasmed around his dick, gripping him tight as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

It was reckless, it was loud, and it was exactly the one-night stand I needed.

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A Mistress To My StepDaddy of Contents

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Ch. 6
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Ch. 8
Ch. 9
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