Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

"Jason Nelson is such a, such a—" I swear I was trying to force out anger. I even had my fists balled up on my sides whenever I managed to gather some. However, the scene I just ran from came crashing down on me all over again. The waterworks and heartbreak weren't far behind. Three fucking years. He was supposed to be my forever love. We were going to beat the odds. Hell, I'm naïve. Ignorance really was bliss. I thought we were happy. "He said he was going to introduce me to his father soon. Dating for three years and I have never even met his family," I said to the stranger across from me with a sniffle, gulping down more wine directly from the bottle, then slamming it down on the table. "Shit. Lena is going to kill me," I said, grabbing onto my blind date's arm. "I'm fucking this up, aren't I?"More texts from Lena gave me the scoop on my blind date. Supposedly he was a friend of a friend of mom's from church, so she couldn't get out of it. Maybe he'd be desperate and look past

"Sorry angel, but you sounded like you were about to piss me off by calling me a once off. The dumb fuck you entrusted with my pussy clearly didn't know how to care for it," he said, his voice gruff and hoarse, his eyes dark with lust and something sinister. What the fuck was he talking about? I barely knew him. Jason just… hell who was Jason? Shit, my pussy sure felt like his while he pleasured it. "Please. Please. Begging. Can't. Shit. Think," I cried out in between gasps and moans. "Too drunk. Can't. Marry. Jason." "I didn't tell you to marry Jason. You're my fucking wife. Get used to it," he said, a rumble coming from his chest as he yanked his fingers out of my pussy. My body was a mere rag doll, being tossed about by him as he got me to my feet, then rose too. Before my inebriated mind could register what was happening he had me on the table, his hands dragging my panties down. On another day, I would have fixated on how he lifted my weight to get me on the table in the fir

My head throbbed like a drumline gone rogue, mouth dry and cottony. "God, please make it stop," I groaned, holding on to my aching head, then flinching at the soreness between my thighs. It was the kind of hangover that made me swear off alcohol forever, until the next time. I squeezed my eyes shut, burrowing deeper into the pillow, willing myself back to sleep.It had to be a dream. All of it. The restaurant. Derek’s tongue on my mouth and then him eating my pussy in public. His cock splitting me open while Jason begged on the phone. Passing out from getting fucked too hard in front of my ex… by his father. Derek himself had to be fucking fiction. That was right. He was just my way of consoling myself after I walked in on Jason cheating. No way that was real life.In my whirlwind of panic and heartbreak, I moved too quickly to try and sit up. The ache between my legs sharpened, humbling me into staying down. That was very real. Deep, delicious soreness that pulsed every time I shi

“Derek, wait,” I pleaded with a gasp, but my hips rolled greedily, chasing the pleasure he was once more offering me.The issue of him saying he paid for me slipped my mind completely as his fingering sped up. “No waiting,” he murmured, his husky voice charismatic and possessive, even as he made me squirm and squeal under his touch. “We have a whole year of fucking to catch up on.”He kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping into my open mouth effortlessly before I could protest. His tongue stroked sensually against mine, making me moan and slowly peel my hands off the wall.I melted, hands fisting his hair, returning his kiss with shameless hunger. "Derek please. Let's talk," I murmured against his lips, the kissing resuming the next instant. Much as I would have liked to say otherwise, the kissing and touching was mutual. I was sinfully attracted to his forbidden man. Confident. Assertive yet affectionate. Handsome. And most importantly? All over me. If I ever had the chance to dis

"I was never giving you back to him anyway. A vengeful fuck helps cure a broken heart though," Derek whispered into my ear. "Let me help avenge your honor."My head and heart were still going back and forth on Derek, as well as between him and his son. I was so drunk, exhausted and confused that I didn't even have it in me to ask what he meant as he fucked the last of my energy away. He soon spoke again to answer my unasked question anyway, while I clung to the table cloth and table for dear life. “I’ll clear your family’s debts,” Derek had said into the phone that Lena held out to him.His voice was steady even as he see sawed in and out of me. "Fuck. More, devil tongue. More," I egged Derek on, the pleasure his dick was giving me as it stroked my pussy walls soothing the ache in my chest. Everything but staying upright to take his dick and cry out his name faded away. In that moment, I wasn't Plush Pearl or the MIT student drowning in family debt and student loans. I was just a