All Chapters of DADDY'S CURVY OBSESSION: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Zara's POV The words should have scared me. The dark edge in his voice, the way he talked about hurting someone for getting too close… it should have made me push him away. But instead, heat flooded straight between my legs. My pussy throbbed hard, and I felt fresh wetness leak out of me, dripping onto the kitchen counter beneath my ass. I smiled, slow and a little wicked, and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer so his hard cock pressed right against my bare pussy.“I understand, Daddy,” I whispered, voice soft but steady, looking straight into his eyes. “I don’t want anyone else anyway. Just you. Only you.”His eyes darkened even more, turning almost black with hunger. One hand slid up from my ass to wrap gently around my throat again, thumb stroking slow over my racing pulse point. The other stayed on my ass, squeezing harder, pulling me right to the edge of the counter so my wet pussy was pressed tight against the thick bulge in his pants. I could feel how

Zara’s POVDom drove me back toward campus, but I told him to stop a few blocks from my dorm the same way he had before. I didn’t want anyone seeing his car pull up right in front of the building. He didn’t argue. He just found a quiet side street lined with trees and parked under one where the afternoon light came through the leaves in soft patches.He turned the engine off. For a second neither of us moved. The air inside the car felt thick and warm. I could still smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of sex that clung to both of us from earlier. My thighs were pressed tightly together under the soft black dress he’d bought me. Every small shift of my legs reminded me how sore and used I still felt between them. I was still a little wet from him, and the new panties stuck to me in a way that made me hyper-aware of everything.I reached for the door handle.“Sit still,” he said, voice low and calm.I froze. My hand dropped back into my lap.He leaned across the center console.

Zara’s POVThe next morning I published the piece before I even got out of bed. I sat against the headboard with my laptop balanced on my thighs, still in the soft T-shirt I had slept in, and hit post. Then I waited. The first comments started coming in within minutes. People said it felt different from anything I had written before. They said it felt real. One reader wrote that she had to put her phone down halfway through because her face was too hot. Another said the way the man spoke in the scene made her clench her thighs under the covers. A third person left a long comment about how the girl’s body reactions felt exact, like the writer had lived every second of the stretch and the surrender. By the time I forced myself to close the laptop and get ready, the story had already gained more than a hundred thousand extra readers compared to my usual numbers. The numbers kept climbing while I stood under the shower.I stayed under the water longer than I needed to. My body still carri

Zara’s POVI spent the rest of the day thinking about it. In my next class I barely heard the lecture. I kept seeing Sylvia’s hand on his arm and the way he had stepped back. I kept hearing his calm announcement about the test. By the time I got back to the dorm my decision felt solid. Bri was out, so the room was quiet. I opened my laptop, pulled up the chapters he had assigned, and started reading like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. If I was going to keep him, I needed every advantage I could get. And becoming his teaching assistant was the cleanest, most official way to stay close without anyone asking questions.That night I studied until my eyes burned. The dorm room was quiet except for the soft hum of my laptop fan and the occasional creak of the old building settling. Bri had gone out earlier and still wasn’t back, so I had the space to myself. I sat cross-legged on my bed with the textbook open in front of me, highlighter in one hand and a pen in the other.