All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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The fuckathon to end all fuckathons

Another slap across his face, harder this time, as I ground down on him. He growled, his grip on my ass cheeks tightening. "Don't you fucking dare," I ordered, slamming down on his chest to pin his body down for my use. "Fucking sit still and get your dick fucked like a good husband," I bellowed, sinking my teeth into his shoulder before letting loose. I screamed blue murder into his shoulder, biting into his hard flesh while my hips bucked uncontrollably on his dick. "And she says she's not a whore," my husband praised with a throaty chuckle. "Daddy's demanding whore pussy fucks dick better than anything else I've ever had." Sweat dripping down my body. Slick, wet sounds from my sloppy pussy having its way with his dick. Or maybe it was just me bravely choosing to bounce up and down his cock despite fat and flab flying all over the place. No. All those things were amazing, woke my body right up, but his words drove the pleasure home. "Again. Tell me daddy loves my pussy. T

My wife deserves all the pleasure she can stand

He broke the kiss only long enough to bark at the driver through the intercom, "Change course, Marcus. Head to my gym." Then his eyes were back on me, his hands roaming my back in an excited frenzy. "Get fucked to your heart's content. The devil is destruction, not salvation. Get your little cunt wrecked. My wife deserves all the pleasure she can stand, even if daddy has to make your pussy hurt to give it to you." My cunt had not stopped aching since he started fucking it. I was sore, but insatiable after years of sexual repression. Screw it. I went for it, crying out his name as I started pushing back against his thrusts again. Anything to heighten the pleasure. Make his dick reach and stroke more of my pussy. "What happened to cuming? Derek. Fuck, yes. Shit, oh devil husband," I howled for him, giving up on morality altogether. "Not yet. It feels too fucking good fucking you. That is right. Call me your husband. Remember whose fucking wife you are," he said, and I swear so

Not a man slut with a hundred whores you expect me to tolerate

“One way to find out. Please, come with me. Let's get you up to speed about your husband,” Derek said, holding a hand out to me once he had gotten out of the limo.I took his hand with gratitude, as this simple display of chivalry was another little kindness foreign to me. The beam I offered him was blinding, even in the dead of the night as I stared up at him like an idiot. Maybe I was still a little drunk after all. He made me feel like a princess, simply by helping me get out of the car. Once I was out of the limo, he steadied me when my knees wobbled from too much booze, too many orgasms, and the realization that I was still dripping his cum down my thighs.“You okay?” he asked, grinning back me boyishly.Fuck me, was he nervous? No, of course not. I was being silly. “What's in this gym anyway? Dare I say my husband seems a little… anxious?” I teased him, forgetting I was this outgoing social butterfly that teased men I barely knew. “I’m Derek Nelson. I don't get nervous,” he s

That kiss we both want

Five seconds later and still no kiss. Regret and embarrassment set my body on fire anew. “Sorry, I just—” I began, then faltered when he let my hand go. “I should just go home. Don't worry about taking me—” I tried again, my stomach dropping, the vulnerable mess that I was ready to bolt out the door. “I could ask you the same thing, you beautiful creature,” he said, cutting me off, laying both of his big hands on my cheeks. My eyes fluttered open, staring straight into his. I gulped. Unreadable eyes, searching mine. “Do you like the gym, Pearl?” his husky voice said, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “This is me.” God help me, how was he making my knees buckle? We weren't even fucking. Or kissing. Or much of anything. He was just looking at me. Making me feel like I was worth his time. Seen. Wanted. Terrified. I forced myself to take a step back, then spun around slowly and dug my heels into the ground. So I wouldn't run from this wonderful man, opening up to me. The ide

I went out the next day and I fucking lived

Blood rushed into my ears as I scrambled for the right thing to say. I wanted so badly to give him an answer that would appease him. The truth was too ugly to be breathed, however, so I kept my mouth shut."Take your time," he said, that charming, powerful nonchalance coming through as he backed up again, making me want to to tear my hair out. Fucking kiss me, you dick.The voice in my head was screaming at me to tell him what I wanted.Keep me with you. Use my pussy all you want. Do what you will with me. Treat me like a fucking queen. The words wouldn't come. Only dread did, worming its way into my heart, hindering me.Fear of rejection. Fear of not being good enough even to be his whore. To be anyone's whore. Fucking fat slut. Always fucking afraid, Pearl. Aren't you tired of playing it safe? Who knows what life would have been like if you hadn't forced yourself to stay with Jason? A man who obviously fucking didn't love you.Excuses. Always finding reasons to turn away from go

My champion in public. My bully in private

“I was drunk. I still am a little," I told him with a pout, him taking me to task stinging more than it should. "I did say I was sorry."“Excuses," he said, an angelic, gentle smile gracing his face as he pulled his gloves off and slid them onto my hands."Well this is happening. You know when you said to come over, I thought we'd fuck or make out or something. Not this," I complained, as he laced them tight with quick, practiced pulls. "Not accustomed to sucking at something, are you, angel? Touch grass, Pearl. There's life beyond your computer," he continued to rile me up."How do you know what I do for a living if Jason never talked about me?" I spat back at him, bringing up Jason to try and throw him off while slamming my gloved hands into each other. “I did spend a year looking for you. I know shit. Daddy knows his baby girl is whip smart. Daddy thinks that's sexy as fuck, by the way. So young and yet so brilliant," he said huskily into my ear, coming up behind me.And we were

Survival mode

“Hey now, you're okay. You can try again when you're less drunk, if it means that much to you,” he said soothingly, turning my body towards his slowly.Then he pulled me into his chest and I cried harder. Had everything always sucked so much? How long had I been in survival mode? “What’s happening? Are you hurt? Tell me what to do," Derek panicked, his big hand rubbing circles on my back while I choked on breathlessness and sobs."Nothing. This is great. That's the fucking problem. Fat girls falling isn't pretty, Derek. This is why I don't fucking go to the gym. Jason laughed his ass off when I fell in a gym once. Then he helped me up like he was doing me a favor. He didn't even try to stop me from falling. He was right there," I heard the words tumble from my mouth, but it was like someone else was saying them. Derek’s arms tightened around me. “Jesus. Who the fuck did I raise? I’m not him, you know. Just because we're related… shit. You a

The woman wrapped up in the fat girl

Clearly he meant the words. He stripped me bare without asking. Still, I couldn't make myself ask him to stop. I loved every moment of him touching me. Caring for me. Even if somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was just waiting for him to slip up. So I'd have a reason to vilify him. Only when I was stark naked before him did the spell break. Suddenly overwhelmed with shame, I tried to cover up. My arms crisscrossed over my body, attempting to hide as much as I could. I felt naked. Vulnerable. Long before the clothes came off. Only now did it seem to matter though. He didn't need to see my fat rolls where a flat tummy should be right now. “Drop your arms," he ordered, his voice flat. Blunt. Not angry, or emotional. Just an overpowering demand from an alpha male who fucking knew he owned the room. “No, Derek. Really, you've seen enough for one night. Please, just give me back my dress," I begged, like it was life or death, because for a fat girl, covering up was. “Shut up

Wish I had another dick for my baby girl's empty pussy

Frustrated with my greedy cunt for sucking his dick into my pussy while he laughed at me, I grabbed onto his ass. Then I pulled closer, forcing more of his dick into my pussy. This cut off his laughter abruptly. He glared at me like I had wounded him. "Fucking devil. Listen to your damn wife," I yelled at him, both of us sighing and groaning in relief at having part of his dick back inside me. "That was so fucking hot," he let me know with a grunt. He gripped my hips, withdrew his dick slightly, his grin widening. "Two can play at that game," he said coyly and slammed into my pussy deeply in a rough thrust, burying his dick balls deep in my soaked cunt. "Fucking always soaked for daddy, damn it," I yelled at my pussy. My head snapped back, a sharp cry ripping from my throat as my pussy welcomed his dick gratefully. "I'm always hard for you too, baby," Derek professed, my arms going around his neck to steady myself and brace for what was coming. The wet slap of skin on ski

Relief and blissful passion, with a chance of happiness

They said tit fucks were mostly a visual thing for men, but fuck my husband knew how to touch a woman. "Derek, fucking God. Please," I whimpered, my thrashing body making it seem like the room was spinning. Two more rough strokes between my tits and he buried his dick deep between my tits. Thick ropes spurted across my chest, streaking up my collarbone and throat. Some cum hit my lips; I lapped it up greedily, my eyes on his, my pussy still milking his fingers. Derek stayed put, breathing hard, his cock twitching against my sternum. I couldn't help but be impressed at the man's stamina. How was he still standing? How many times had we fucked now? "Amazing. Good thing daddy brought you here to get cleaned up. I can't stop drowning you in cum. You must feel all sticky by now," Derek rasped out, a satisfied smile on his face. My chest heaved hard, my lungs desperately trying to force air back into my body. He stayed until both of our bodies finally stilled, offering me swe

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