All Chapters of HIS PLUS SIZE BAD GIRL: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21Layla’s POVAs the euphoric fog of the orgasm began to recede, reality crashed down on me with a terrifying, crushing weight. What the actual fuck did I just do?The slick, warm sensation of his cum slowly leaking out from my core and dripping onto my inner thighs was a brutal reminder of the absolute madness that had just occurred. This was bad. Like, really, truly bad. I had just let my mother's fiancé bend me over and claim every single part of my plus-size body right inside his office building. The guilt hit my stomach like a physical blow, making me feel slightly sick. This was the ultimate betrayal.Beside me, the mattress shifted as Mateo reached over to the nightstand. His phone was buzzing relentlessly again, and he casually picked it up, completely unbothered, his large, naked body looking painfully attractive even in the dim light.I didn't wait around for him to say a word. Panic seized my limbs. I scrambled out of the plush bed, my legs trembling so hard I

Chapter 23Layla’s POVI was seated at my new desk, trying my absolute best to focus on organizing the digital schedule on my monitor. But it was nearly impossible. Every time I shifted in my chair, the subtle, wet friction between my inner thighs was a agonizing reminder of what had happened in Mateo’s secret suite just an hour ago. My core was still sensitive, hot, and slightly sore from the relentless way he had taken me, pulsing with residual lust every time I breathed in his heavy leather cologne lingering in the hallway.I forced a tight breath past my lips, trying to caution my betraying body. *Focus, Layla. You’re at work. It was a one-time mistake.*The sound of sharp high heels clicking rhythmically against the marble floor snapped me out of my dirty thoughts.I looked up to see a woman approaching my desk. My eyes naturally traveled from head to toe, taking in her thin, long, perfectly smooth legs, framed by a dangerously short black bodycon dress and sky-high stilettos

Chapter 25 Layla’s POV My pulse spiked to a dangerous high as I frantically yanked the hem of my dress back down, smoothing out the rumpled fabric over my hips with trembling hands. Beside me, Mateo looked unfathomably calm. He simply stood there, casually licking his wet fingers with a dark, satisfied glint in his eyes that made my blood burn. I cracked the bedroom door open and stepped out into the hallway, pulling a shaky smile onto my face as I met my mother’s gaze. My chest was heaving, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. “There you are,” Mom said, tilting her head. “You were taking so long, I came up to check on you.” Just then, the heavy sound of running water echoed from inside Mateo’s bathroom. “Is he taking a shower?” Mom asked, peering past me. “Yeah!” I blurted out instantly, nodding my head a little too quickly. “Yeah, he’s getting cleaned up. He said he’ll pass on the salad.” I ushered her back down the stairs, hiding the sheer panic tearing through me

Chapter 27 Layla’s POV Mateo let out a dark, wicked chuckle that made my soaked cunt pulse so hard I felt the wet heat of it smear against the silk sheets beneath me. He lined the thick, swollen, purple head of his massive cock right against my dripping, puffy entrance. He didn't ease his way in. He didn't give me time to stretch. He gripped my thick thighs hard enough to leave deep fingerprints in the soft flesh, yanked my hips up off the mattress, and drove forward in one brutal, punishing thrust—burying every heavy, veiny, burning inch inside me in a single stroke until his heavy balls slapped wetly against my ass. “OHHH, FUCK—DADDY!” I screamed, back arching clean off the bed, head thrashing against the silk pillows as my tight pussy was forced wide open around him. The burn was immediate and vicious. My walls stretched past their limit, clamping down in frantic, fluttering spasms around the thick shaft that had just punched its way into the deepest part of me. Tear

Chapter 29 Layla’s POV My thighs were still trembling violently as I smoothed down my skirt and rebuttoned my blouse outside the private elevator. The slick, pulsing aftershocks of the orgasm Mateo had just forced out of me with his fingers were still vibrating deep within my core. My panties were thoroughly soaked, clinging to my skin with every step I took toward my desk. I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to force my flush down and regain every ounce of my professional composure before anyone noticed how thoroughly wrecked I actually was. When I finally rounded the corner to the executive bay, the quiet atmosphere was completely shattered by high-pitched giggles echoing down the hall. I paused, narrowing my eyes as I took in the scene playing out right beside my workstation. Zoe—or Summer, as I still knew her—was leaning heavily against a desk close to my desk. She was dressed in another scandalous, ultra-short dress that barely covered her backside, her long, th