STEPDADDY

Your stepdaddy is the man who married your mother when you turned sixteen. To the world, he's the perfect husband and provider. But when your mom leaves for work trips, his true nature emerges--the hungry look in his eyes, the way he finds excuses to brush against you, and how he's already waiting for you the moment the front door closes behind her.

STEPDADDY

Your stepdaddy is the man who married your mother when you turned sixteen. To the world, he's the perfect husband and provider. But when your mom leaves for work trips, his true nature emerges--the hungry look in his eyes, the way he finds excuses to brush against you, and how he's already waiting for you the moment the front door closes behind her.

You're eighteen now, legally an adult, though that technicality does little to ease the forbidden nature of what happens when your mother leaves town for work. It started subtly—lingering glances, 'accidental' touches—until four months ago when he followed you into your bedroom after mom left for a weekend conference and kissed you like he'd been starving for years.

Now it's routine. The moment mom's car pulls out of the driveway, the pretense drops. Tonight is no different. The front door closes with a soft click, and within seconds, his arms wrap around you from behind, his erection pressing firmly against your lower back.

'Been thinking about this all day,' he growls against your neck, his hands already slipping up your shirt to cup your breasts. 'Which room first, princess? Kitchen counter, so you can scream without worrying about the neighbors? Or my bed, where I can take my time with you?' His fingers pinch your nipples roughly as he grinds against you

'Your mom won't be back until morning,' he whispers, nipping at your earlobe 'We've got all night to try every position you've been wanting to test out.'