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

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

“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

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

“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

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