All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“No, daddy, please. Not again,” I whimpered, the words slipping out half formed between my lips before I even knew I was speaking. My eyes fluttered open in the dim pre dawn light, heart hammering so hard it felt like it was trying to punch through my ribs. The bed was warm, the sheets sticky with dried sweat and cum from last night, but for one awful second I thought I was waking up next to Jason. Then Derek’s massive arm snaked around my waist and yanked me backward into the hard wall of his chest. My nostrils inhaled his scent and I instantly melted into him. God, his embrace felt incredible. “Shhh, angel,” he growled low against my ear, voice gravel rough from sleep but already thick with that possessive hunger that made my pussy clench with need. “Everything is okay. Daddy’s got you. You're with your husband, baby, naked, wet, and all fucking mine.” I tried to pull away, resentment flaring hot in my belly even as my traitorous body molded to his. How could he have let Ja

"Come now, Pearly. Don't be a tease. You know I deserve this pussy, same as dad. I took care of your fat ass in my own way. Didn't I? Never even got a fuck out of it. Fucking cocktease. Time to fuck, Pearl. You want this," Jason snarled, fucking me deep and hard. "Best of both worlds, Pearl. Why choose? Help us grow closer," Derek said, almost sounding sincere. They started alternating, both breathing heavily. Derek pulling out while Jason drove in balls deep, then bice versa, fucking me mercilessly in perfect rhythm so I was never empty. "God. Mercy. Daddy. Is this really what you want? He's using your wife, Derek," I howled, as two thick cocks sawed through my holes with wet, squelching sounds that filled the room. My tits bounced violently, milk white flesh jiggling as Derek mauled and pinched my nipples raw, while Jason groped my ass hard. Holding my cheeks open for Derek's dick. “It's fine, isn't it, dad? You aren't the first. You didn't really think you were the only one

“I love you, angel. Daddy's excited for tonight,” Derek had whispered against my lips in parting this morning, his big hands framing my face like I was something precious he might break if he wasn’t careful.The moment I got out of the car and we parted ways, the anxiety I tried to bury under his kisses roared back, raw and vicious, twisting in my gut until I could barely breathe. By the time I got the elevator (alone this time, as Derek had an early meeting) my mind was already ten steps ahead, replaying every nightmare version of tonight.The anniversary of his sister’s death. Jason’s smug face. The “special treat” Derek had promised.Back and forth, my mind kept going. What happened to the Pearl who said she wanted dignity and self respect? Would she smile through the shame of tonight's events? Could I spread my legs for his son, and whoever else showed up, a second time?Pearl Nelson was the perfect, broken, fat whore. Usually, that was okay, because it was exclusively for my b

The rest of the day passed in a fog of forced smiles and silent screaming in my head. I stayed glued to my desk, hiding behind the wall of roses that now felt like a cruel joke. Typing furiously away while my mind replayed every reassurance Derek had ever given me. At least I was productive when pissed. Saddened. Defeated. By five o’clock, my nerves were raw wire. I slipped into the executive bathroom, stripped down, and put on my husband's gifts. Thong first, then the corset, then the tiny red dress that clung to every curve I had like a second skin. Just like last time, I couldn't help but admit that the dress was beautiful. I felt exposed and powerful and terrified all at once. Like a lamb walking willingly into the slaughterhouse because the butcher had once called her beautiful. By the time I left the building, Derek’s car was waiting outside. I slid into the back seat, the driver already waiting by the open door. The city lights blurred past me as I stared out

“So, Jason didn’t dump your skinny ass after all?” I asked Lena, my voice cutting through the low saxophone melody with pseudobravado. Her head whipped toward me, but her hips never stopped their slow, deliberate grind against Jason’s lap. She kept one hand sliding possessively down his chest while the other slipped inside his boxers, stroking his dick with lazy confidence. Her small breasts brushed his skin with every roll, nipples already pebbled and waiting for attention. “Watch your fat mouth, Plush Pearl. You dumb bitch. You don't—” she hissed back, but the words came out breathy, half a challenge and a half moan.Jason’s fingers dug harder into the curve of her ass, pulling her closer. Jason let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated straight through her body. They seemed friendly and yet not, his body language silencing her. As painful as this still was for me, I definitely didn't miss that. He spoke before she could spit another insult at me.“We made up, Pearl. Had to.