All Chapters of DADDY’S PLUS SIZE FILTHY GIRL: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 Layla’s POV Who cared about the Italian delegation? Who cared if the entire board was waiting downstairs in the main conference room right now? All that existed in my universe was the thick, throbbing head of Mateo’s massive cock wedged into my drenched entrance, and the lethal, possessive heat radiating off his body. My core was aching, burning, and screaming for the stretch of him. I needed him to fill me completely, to erase every thought of Lorenzo, the company, and the rest of the world until there was nothing left inside my mind except his absolute dominance. “Fuck me right now, Daddy,” I rasped again, my voice dripping with shameless, needy desperation. Mateo let out a low, gut-deep growl that vibrated straight through his broad chest into mine. His hands slammed down onto the surface of the desk, framing my head, his dark eyes flashing with pure, primal ownership. Without another second of hesitation, he buried his hips forward with a sudden, devastating

Chapter 43 Layla’s POV A few days blurred past in a grueling wave of long corporate meetings, constant phone calls, and late-night paperwork. Mateo had been exceptionally busy, working around the clock to settle business deals and iron out logistics. We barely saw each other—our explosive encounters reduced to fleeting glances over the breakfast table in the morning, and half the time, he was already gone before I even made it downstairs. I missed him so much it felt like an actual physical ache in my chest. I missed the heavy scent of his expensive cologne, the bruising grip of his large hands on my hips, and the way his pitch-black eyes burned with possessive hunger whenever he had me cornered. I was hopelessly, dangerously addicted to him. Now, it was Saturday morning. I lay sprawled across my bed, letting out a long, heavy sigh as I aimlessly scrolled through my phone. The house was quiet, but my mind was loud, racing with thoughts of him. Unable to stay still any

Chapter 45Mateo’s POVMy pulse roared in my ears, heavy, violent, and utterly devoid of mercy.Looking down at her kneeling on the cold marble floor—her dark eyes shining with tears, her full lips wrapped around my shaft like a vacuum while her right hand frantically pumped two fingers in and out of her soaked, glistening cunt, nearly shattered the last thread of my restraint.My shaft was so painfully hard it throbbed in a punishing rhythm with my heartbeat. The skin was pulled taut, veiny, dark, and slick with the hot stream of pre-cum leaking continuously from the broad, flared head. The past few days had been an absolute nightmare of corporate maneuvering. Between executing a quiet takeover of Lorenzo’s regional supply lines and keeping the board pacified, my mind had been stretched to its absolute limit. But the second she had thrown her soft, fragrant body into my arms in the downstairs foyer, every drop of bone-deep exhaustion had evaporated, replaced by an unhinged, dark

Chapter 47 Layla’s POV I didn't give a damn if Wyatt was standing right outside that door. The dirty, taboo excitement of his son calling for him while I sat completely impaled on his father's massive cock inside a tub full of suds drove me utterly insane. I threw my head back and began bouncing wilder on his lap, riding his thick, curved shaft with a desperate, frantic pace. Water sloshed violently over the porcelain edge, splashing onto the bathmat as I slammed my hips down onto his groin over and over. My heavy, bare breasts jiggled wildly with every brutal drop, nipples dark and stiff under the misty air. “I’M BUSY! LEAVE THE DOCUMENTS ON MY DESK AND COME BACK LATER!” Mateo roared toward the door, his deep, authoritative voice echoing through the suite. He didn't even pause his rhythm. As he shouted, he gripped my plush hips and yanked me down hard, driving his full length all the way to the hilt. A loud, filthy, totally uninhibited moan tore from my throat—a loud, sha

Chapter 49Mateo’s POVThe stunned, heartbroken look in Layla’s wide, dark eyes felt like a physical blade twisting directly into my chest. Her plush lips parted in complete shock, the faint color that had flushed her cheeks just moments ago draining away, leaving her pale beneath the ambient candlelight.“Huh?” she whispered again, her voice small, fragile, and utterly shattered.I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second, trying to rein in the absolute fury coursing through my veins. The caller on the line had been my private investigator, revealing that Lorenzo’s men were quietly making moves behind the scenes to dig into my personal life, attempting to expose my family to force a hostile board buyout. If they uncovered even a single whisper about Layla—if they realized she was my ultimate vulnerability—they would use her as leverage to destroy us both. I have been busy since those days, all because Lorenzo had been sneaky. Moving the high-profile media wedding to tomorrow mor