Free The Billionaire's Step Desire (Bareback Billionaire Taboo Steamy Romance) by Nikki Wild

THE BILLIONAIRE’S STEP DESIRE
     
     
    It’s not easy being a single father. Being a billionaire only made things more complicated.
     
    Better make that “stepfather,” just so you don’t get the wrong idea. I mean, I love Kayla like she’s my own flesh and blood, but that distinction I just made is important for later on, when I’m telling you about how deep I want to sink my cock into her tight little virgin pussy.
     
    You see, Kayla’s mother left us a few years back. We’d only been married a few years when it happened. I never thought to get a pre-nup, even after my lawyer threw a fit. She was so perfect, so wonderful, and I never thought she would take advantage of me…
     
    Instead, she cost me a mansion in the Hamptons and two hundred twenty million dollars, all so she could run off with one of her acting coaches. Maybe the biggest surprise of all was the way she abandoned Kayla. There was no place in her new life for a daughter, and when I saw the way it crushed the girl, I offered to let her stay…
     
    Maybe it was for the best. With my wife gone, I really didn’t think that anybody could ever take her place. Whether it was out of appreciation or understanding, Kayla sure as hell tried, though.
     
    She took over doing the things I’d come to enjoy, making the meals, washing the dog—hell, just about everything. Sure, I could afford to pay people to do those things, but there’s something special about a home cooked meal or a person who loves you waiting when you come back in the door. I’m rich, I’m not heartless…
     
    And Kayla seemed to understand. She was damned and determined to fill the hole her mother had left behind, and I really couldn’t have been prouder. It was hard to believe that she was just eighteen.
     
    It took some time for me to realize just how precious she was to me. She was, after all, the spitting image of her mom. She had the same long, flowing golden locks, the same bright green eyes, the same smooth, creamy skin, and even the same smile. She laughed the same way her mom did, too: a little too loud and a little too long. It was what had attracted me to her in the first place, and soon enough, I found myself attracted to Kayla as well.
     
    I knew it was wrong. Fathers—even stepfathers—should never look at their little girls the way I looked at Kayla. But the more I tried to stop myself and quell my dark, twisted urges, the more enticing she became. All my life I’ve chased the things I couldn’t have. It’s a character flaw that separates the millionaires from the billionaires. We don’t settle for what we have, no matter how opulent. You buy the biggest yacht in the club, the nicest Rolls Royce, the most expensive Rolex.
     
    Of course, Kayla couldn’t be bought…
     
    My mind latched onto the idea of her as forbidden fruit, and soon she’d become my obsession. I dreamed of her often, even during the day, and it always involved her naked, wet, and down on her hands and knees. She would squall for me like a cat in heat, thrusting her tight, ripe ass into the air in nothing but a pair of knee-socks and pigtails. She’d whine and moan, shudder and arch her back, rubbing her wetness all over my jeans as she begged for the throbbing dick inside them.
     
    “Please, Daddy,” she’d beg, opening her legs wide so I could see the pretty pink slit I’d been dying to touch. “Put it in me. Pop your little girl…”
     
    I was so excited I usually came right then and there. But luckily it was a dream, so all I had to do was peel my cum-stained designer jeans off and there it was, hard as a rock again with her tight hole just inches away.
     
    She’d scrabble at the floor, nearly in hysterics just from the sight of it. Then she’d back her ass up against it, rubbing, grinding, desperate to find a way to get it inside her.
     
    “Daddy!” she’d wail. “I need it! Fuck your baby girl!”
     
    Then I’d move inside her, groaning as my tip slipped into the