All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Not waiting to see if they did my bidding, I zeroed in on my equally startled wife. Her fist tightened around my dick as I wrapped the table cloth around us. This gentle gesture made her hips grind faster on my fingers, while she jerked me off harder, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Damn it, that's heaven," I confessed, my voice rough as I watched her pleasure us both. "Every fuck since I married you felt hollow. Unsatisfactory. My mind drifts back to you mid-thrust no matter who I'm fucking or how drunk I am, angel," I told her and for this she rewarded me with a little kiss."Harder. Finger me harder," she said, and fuck, I loved those words out of her mouth so much I shoved a third finger up her cunt, then curled my fingers nside her. "Derek please, yes. More," she cried, her concerns and disgust long forgotten as she chased pleasure.My fingers slammed in and out of her tightening cunt as sparks flew between us. Her second fist joined the first in worshipping my cock. He

The tears had long since dried up though. Fuck knew what it was about Derek, but I just couldn't keep my mouth shut around him like I used to with Jason, which was insane. Derek was a huge and intimidating billionaire. There was a story behind his body, wasn't there? Jason was, well Jason. The difference? Every now and then, I could swear Derek actually liked me. Just like that, it hit me. Jason didn't love me. He didn't even like me. Deep down, I always knew that. I was always walking on egg shells around him, waiting for him to decide he didn't want me. That was why I quietly obeyed and did whatever he said. I wasn't afraid Derek would leave. Hell, I kept begging him to. In that moment, I didn't quite know why. Forget taking me out on dates. Jason never asked me what I wanted. Or if something was wrong. Fuck knew he didn't take me to fancy restaurants or any restaurants. We barely even talked really. He never fucked me. Or kissed me. We were like two ships passing in the night

I was on pins and needles after my declaration. Derek withdrew from me abruptly, righted his suit and shoved his spent dick back into his pants."Dinner it is," he said curtly, his face unreadable. "Derek, please wait," I called after him with a sigh, but nothing was stopping him. After storming out (for lack of a better word, as I hardly knew what the man was thinking), I heard Derek toss a few muffled words at the waiter.Meanwhile, I sat up slowly on the table, cum leaking out of my pussy and staining the table cloth. I was on the verge of tears for the umpteenth time tonight. My fair weather, church going family would shame me to death if they could see me now. Drowning in sweat and semen from head to toe. Worse, I was ashamed of me. For three years, Jason shielded me from feeling this way. So what if he slipped up and called me Plush Pearl or Fat Pearl sometimes? In public, he defended me to everyone else. Cheating on me with Lena was low, but I was no angel either. Whether h

Not because my body couldn't handle it. Mind you, it couldn't, but that wasn't the issue. Something was changing between us. We were at a turning point. One more fuck and I didn't know if I could go home alone tonight, like I promised myself I would. "No one is coming, angel. It's just you and daddy. Like I promised it would be. I won't cheat on you, Pearl. I'm not him. Want me to lock the door for you?" Derek asked softly, his voice velvety as he sighed while I cautiously stroked his dick. Orgasmic bliss intoxicated me. Fact was, I wasn't a whore. I didn't open my legs for just anyone. Not even Jason. Turned out, my ex was right. I could have begged for a fuck. I never did. But with Derek… "I don't believe you. All men are the same," I ranted at him, desperate to keep my heart closed, like I failed to do with my legs. "All men think about is how many pussies their can fuck." I was talking a big game for a homeless, deep in debt person. There was no fucking home. I spen

Did I stay for dinner? Yes. "I fucking hate Caviar. I hate fish. I don't know why I thought—" but before I could finish my tantrum, Derek was handing me a glass of champagne, which I used to choke down the taste. "It's not for everyone," he said with a chuckle, my little outburst crashing through the silence. "Fuck, that's amazing," I said, staring at the champagne in my hand.Meanwhile, Derek signaled for the waiting staff to usher in the main course."It's not like you and Jason were doing great before me," Derek began to defend his behaviour. "I saw value in you. He wanted Lena's pussy and a Mercedes. Hence, the poker bet. Jason clearly lost, both the bet and your pussy. For fuck's sake, he was bringing Lena home to meet me, Pearl, not you."That last remark hurt the worst, but I was so nauseous and hungry that my rage took a back seat to me getting food into me. "Fucking let me eat, damn you," I yelled at him, attacking my plate like a cave woman once it was placed before me.