All Chapters of Your Billionaire Daddy Loves Your Stepmother's Curves, Ex!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I turned in his arms to tell him I loathed him, but ended up straddling him in silence instead. Water lapped at our waists. His hands settled on my hips, possessive and reverent. My lips found his effortlessly. It wasn't I love you too, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. The kiss was slow and cautious at first. Deep. Searching. Then, out of nowhere, it grew hungry. Fierce. My lips clashing with his turned into a battlefield. Our tongues sliding against each other's. Teeth grazing. Tempting, but not threatening. My nipples tightened against his chest. His cock twitched in his briefs, hard and insistent against my bare pussy. I rocked once, helpless and out of my mind with ravenous need, moaning into his mouth as our hands roamed all over each other. He growled, fingers digging into my ass. "Fuck, you win. You're the better tease," he mumbled into my mouth, switching angles, then deepening the kiss again. "No sex," I said, pulling away with a gasp, even as I ground

He lapped at me persistently, indulging himself, his fingers stroking my walls with brutal precision. "Please, daddy. Please. Devil, yes," I cried softly, fisting his hair, my hips raising to his pounding fingers. As my breaths grew ragged, he grew rougher. He started alternating between sucking, biting and flicking my clit with his tongue and I saw stars. "You love this, don't you? Daddy's dick is still better though, isn't it?" he said gruffly, yanking his fingers out of me, making my back arch again as I yelped. I opened my mouth to speak, but his tongue plunged deep into my fuck hole. My whole body sagged, a dreamy smile taking over my face as he tongue fucked me and I started riding his face. "So good. So fucking amazing. Fuck that damn pussy," I demanded, letting go of my inhibitions. For the first time in my life, I wasn't worried about debt. No bills loomed, no scraping by on ramen. Even if I lost this new job, Derek would take care of me. I had no unwanted responsibil

I made my way up to the floor I had my interview on, as per the email's instructions. Once I got there, the receptionist at the front desk showed me to my new team. I was on the verge of thanking her, when my eyes fell on a familiar face. "Fancy seeing you here, Summers. No towel today?" Caleb asked, his eyes falling on me the moment I entered the office. "Aah, so you've met. Miss Summers, your boss. Mr. Sanders," said the receptionist, an elderly lady named Gene. "If you'll excuse me." "No towel today. Just regular clothes," I deadpanned nervously, making Caleb throw his head back and laugh. When I turned to acknowledge the elderly lady, I found she had already gone. Before I knew it, Caleb was a mere foot away. Too close. Personal space. Fuck, why him, of all people? "This way, Summers. Let's chat, shall we?" Caleb said, gesturing for me to follow him. I smoothed down my skirt as I followed Caleb into his office, my heels clicking softly on the tiled floor of the cyber

"Next time," I said to Jenny, forcing a smile as she gathered her things, got up and walked away. "Derek, please," I begged into the phone, my voice a whisper, as I watched my team get ready to leave. "Don't make me do this." "My wife is a slut that flirts with other men, Pearl," he snarled. "I need to know my wife's loyal to my dick, especially since you won't fuck me anymore. Rub that clit hard and fast for daddy. Prove you belong to me." I spread my legs under the desk, my skirt hiked up just enough to give me access to my clit. Then I let my fingers circle my clit slowly. A sigh of relief escaped me. The exposure, the risk, it was thrilling. Terrifying but thrilling. "This thong is fucking riding up my ass, Derek. I'm uncomfortable," I murmured, but the pure ecstacy of playing with my clit while listening to his voice made the discomfort so worth it. "That's the underwear you wear now," he said firmly. "That or nothing. I'm gonna slip my dick past that hole in your excuse f

Derek roared his release, groaning loudly. "Daddy's dick is squirting all over his fist, thinking of his baby girl," he rasped out for me as he came. We listened to each other cum without another word. My muffled, heavy breaths and stifled moans mingled with his roaring groans and grunts. It was intimate, filthy, perfect. So us. My liberal release came with a price. I caught the eye of several coworkers. Curious glances and scowls came at me all at once. I abruptly tried to appear like I was working, forcing my body to stay rigid as the last waves of orgasmic bliss washed over me. My fingers slipped out of my pussy, slick and messy, my other hand clinging to the cubicle. Shame washed over me as looks of discomfort and appall came my way. The worst part? I sat there, wondering if they knew I was cuming, or if they thought something different altogether. Was my entire office thinking of the fat pig new girl, sweating buckets on her first day? Was that what disgusted them?