All Chapters of HIS PLUS SIZE BAD GIRL: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 32 Layla’s POVThe house was eerily silent when I stepped out of my bedroom.Mom was away for an overnight corporate gala, and Wyatt had gone out drinking with his friends, leaving the sprawling mansion completely empty—and completely ours.I clutched the sleek, unbranded black box that had been delivered to me earlier on my way home from the office. Standing in front of my vanity mirror, I took a deep breath and lifted the lid. Restless heat pooled straight into my lower belly the moment I saw what was inside.It was a black leather strap-and-lace lingerie set—an insanely skintight harness that cupped beneath my heavy breasts, leaving my soft, plush tits completely bare except for two gold-chained nipple clamps. What the hell? Is this the gift? Matching sheer leather straps framed my wide hips, highlighting every curve of my plus-size body. The harness dug into the soft folds of my belly and the thick outer edges of my thighs, designed to squeeze and display rather than

Chapter 34While his tongue devoured my clit, Mateo drove two thick, calloused fingers straight into my wet, tight entrance.He plunged them all the way to the hilt, burying his hand flush against my soft groin before curling his fingers inside, striking my G-spot with brutal precision. The stretch burned so good. My walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion, already trying to milk him.“Oh god! Oh fuck! Daddy!” I wailed, my fingers curling tightly into empty air as the chains clanked violently against the wooden headboard.He didn’t ease up. He began fingering me filthy and fast, pumping his two thick fingers in and out of my soaking pussy in a wet, squelching rhythm while his mouth relentlessly sucked and lapped at my clit. The dual assault of his tongue eating me alive down below and his fingers mercilessly pounding my insides sent me flying over the edge in seconds. Every thrust made a filthy, wet sound that filled the room. My juices coated his knuckles and ran down on

Chapter 36 Layla’s POV The slow, grueling torture ended the second those words left my mouth. Mateo gripped my plush hips with a bruised intensity, pulling his massive, veiny length almost entirely out until only the flared tip teased my drenched entrance. Then, with a sudden, authoritative surge, he slammed back inside me to the absolute hilt. “AHHH! YES! DADDY, YES!” I screamed out, my back snapping off the mattress as the blunt force of his thrust rattled my entire frame. My heavy breasts bounced hard against my chest. The thick head of his cock punched deep against my cervix and a sharp, bright pressure bloomed low in my belly. My cunt stretched wide around him, walls fluttering and trying to push him out even as more of my slick poured around his shaft to help him in. He didn’t hold back anymore. He set a brutal, relentless pace, driving his thick shaft into my soaking core with a heavy, punishing cadence. Every thrust forced a wet, filthy sound out of me. My soft be

Chapter 38 Layla’s POV A scorching flush instantly flooded my cheeks at his raw words. The sensation of his thumb casually teasing the sensitive skin right near the edge of my soaked panties sent a sharp, involuntary tremor straight to my core. “You’re ridiculous,” I choked out, dramatically fanning my face with my hand and quickly turning to stare out the passenger window, trying—and failing—to hide the breathless shudder that wracked my body. The drive to the corporate headquarters was brief, the air inside the luxury car thick with an unbearable, lingering tension. When Mateo pulled into the executive parking bay, he didn’t unbuckle his seatbelt. He turned his head, his pitch-black gaze dragging slowly over the deep cleavage spilled across my silk blouse before meeting my eyes. “Go on ahead, babygirl,” he commanded, his deep voice smooth yet carrying that low, dangerous edge that made my pussy pulse. “I have a few private matters to settle down here first.” I nodded

Chapter 40 Mateo’s POV I dragged her through the door of my private office and slammed it shut, turning the heavy lock with a sharp click. The sheer sight of her strutting through the staircase in that dangerously short skirt, her heavy breasts spilling over the top of her silk blouse, had my blood boiling from the moment I saw her earlier at home. But seeing Lorenzo’s pathetic, desperate attempt to claim what was strictly mine—sending two hundred blood-red roses and a diamond bracelet directly to her desk—had ignited a lethal, unhinged fury in my chest. Lorenzo thought he could step into my city, touch my business, and lay his eyes on my female? The fucking audacity. I didn't give Layla a single second to catch her breath. I grabbed her by her soft, thick waist and hauled her up off the floor, carrying her impatiently across the hardwood room toward my massive mahogany desk. With a single, brutal sweep of my forearm, I shoved my laptop, heavy glass paperweights, and stacke