may i talk about stepdad!price getting all jealous and possessive if he ever sees you interact with another guy? he won't make a scene cause he believes men his age shouldn't be so emotional so he just cums on your panties. next time that that boy next door tries to talk to you, his precious cum will remind you of who owns you <3
oh so gross and icky i love it. 𖧁୧ stepcest, price is gross and possessive, dubcon maybe? 18+
John should’ve felt bad. Sneaking into his stepdaughter’s room and snooping through her underwear drawer was bad enough, but fisting his cock to the point of drenching her panties in his cum? Well… he just couldn’t help himself.
You tease him, he’s sure, fluttering your lashes in his direction while you talk about your upcoming dates with that boy you met a month ago. Oh, he’s so nice, John, he hasn’t even kissed me yet. You poke and taunt, and then expect dear old Stepdaddy to do nothing about it.
You’re a daft little thing, truly. You deserve someone wise, someone who will protect you, not some stupid kid who’ll wave his cock around inside you for a few minutes before pulling out without a care in the world about your pleasure. You deserve better than that, sweetheart, you really do. You deserve a real man who’ll hold you down and wreck you until you forget that prick’s name.
Being in your room and rifling through your stuff was reckless, John knows, but the lace between his fingertips just felt so good, like it was meant to be in his hand. And knowing you’d worn it against your most precious parts, places he’d longed to be, places he’d only dreamt about, made him utterly woozy, his groin practically aching for relief.
Unsurprisingly, the lace felt even better wrapped around his cock—rough in the most pleasurable way but soft enough to have him groaning. He pumped the fabric along his length, his clear pre dribbling out from his swollen pink tip and sinfully staining your underwear. His eyes bounced around your room as he worked himself. Everything was just so quintessentially you, even the air smelt like you, sweet and innocent, and that alone undid him.
His eyes landed on your unmade bed, and he let out a breathless chuckle. John thought about the rushed kiss you’d pressed to his cheek this morning as you stumbled past him with a cheeky, “See you later, Pa!”
God, you’ll be the death of him one day.
It didn’t take long for him to unload into the fabric, his spurts of white seed ruining the lace. It was euphoric, as much as it was perverse—the heat blooming in his lower stomach and bliss dancing up his spine. John’s worn eyes fluttered down to your underwear in his hand. He’d cum right on the gusset, right where your pretty little pussy lips had been before. That was a sight now forever singed into his brain.
John continued to stare at the pearly white puddle as his high fizzled out. He hesitated for a moment—did he pocket the underwear, or did he throw them back into the drawer and wait to see what an innocent little thing like you would do with cum-stained panties?
Who was he joking? It was no question.
What surprised John, though, was seeing the same lace peeking out of your jeans the next morning. The way your eyes peered at him over your coffee mug, glimmering with challenge, had his brain spinning a thousand miles an hour.
He knows you didn’t do a load of laundry last night, and you– oh… oh. You disgusting girl. You’re just as bad as he is.
Does this get you off? Wearing underwear soiled by your stepdad? he had to wonder. God, you’re a dumb little girl, just asking for it with those blowjob eyes and shy smile.
John wanted to take the bait, he really did, but his pride held him back—watching the need dance around in your eyes fuelled something dark in him. You wanna be a good girl and feel my cum in your pussy? Earn it. Quit dicking around with that asshole. Come to Daddy, be my good girl.
stepdad!price raping his stepdaughter the night of his wedding with readers mother 🤭🤭
tw/cw; dark content, stepcest, non-con/dub-con. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+
you're devastated that your mother decided to marry that depraved and disgusting bastard. she ignores and brushes off his perverted behaviour as him just being friendly, that you're being overdramatic and cruel towards him.
it's the night before your mother's wedding, and you're awoken to the throbbing and stabbing sensation of price's bulbous cock against your sloppy cunt. price stinks and reeks of booze and nicotine, the strong and pungent scent of tobacco assaulting your nostrils. if not for the strong smell of nicotine, you wouldn't have known it was your stepfather raping your sleeping body, with his hoarse grunts conforming your beliefs.
your wrists are held above your head in a tight fist, held by his large and calloused hands. your eyes glisten as you adjust to the darkness, while your pussy pulses and clenches onto his meaty dick, feeling him sink deeper inside. your t-shirt is rolled up over your soft breasts, your nipples perky and hard, being played with as if you're some toy for his excitement and enjoyment. you feel his scarred and rough fingers play with your nipples, causing your jaw to fall slack, your bottom lip quivering with mortification, realising the mess you've got yourself into.
how exactly are you supposed to explain to your mother what happened that night? you can't ruin her special day, and it's not as if she'd believe you anyways. she's head over heels for that horrible pervert, caring more about her relationship with him rather than with her own daughter. each stroke and drag is agonising and your cunt is left raw and sensitive, pussy coating his veiny shaft in blood and slick, your moans silenced and choked; choked, pained, and strained.
you put up with his sickening tormenting and harassment for your mother's happiness, focusing on how happy your mother will be to be remarried to a man she loves so dearly, while you're left tense and frozen at the agony and suffering forced onto your poor, sore body.
