All Chapters of DADDY’S PLUS SIZE FILTHY GIRL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 51Layla’s POVWe were completely lost in the filth of it. Driven by pure, unhinged, feral lust. I reached up with trembling, slick fingers for the elegant shoulder straps of my emerald-green bridesmaid dress, yanking them down past my chest to expose my heavy, bare breasts completely to the cool air of the room. I didn't care about the high-society wedding taking place downstairs. I didn't care about my mother standing in her white lace gown in the bridal suite. I was completely, shamelessly ignoring Wyatt’s frantic, erratic pounding on the oak door, even as he screamed at the top of his lungs from the hallway, threatening to kick the heavy door off its hinges and break inside.Mateo’s broad hips kept hammering into mine from behind with terrifying force, pinning my front flush against the vibrating wood, until his ringtone suddenly burst out from his discarded trousers lying on the carpeted floor.It rang once. Twice. Three times. The loud, obnoxious sound echoed through

Chapter 53Layla’s POVI didn't even bother to hide my expression from him. I stared right back at him through heavy, lust-crazed eyelids, my lips parted in silent, panting torment.Wyatt’s eyes twitched, a strange, dark conflict flashing across his features—it wasn't disgust. It was something far darker, a sudden, sharp realization that something deeply wrong was happening right under his nose.Up at the altar, the minister was speaking, his solemn voice droning on about eternal love and sacred vows, but all I could focus on was the man standing beside my mother.Mateo adjusted his grip in his pocket, seamlessly cycling through the vibration patterns. The Ferri pulsed in sharp, rhythmic bursts, then held a continuous, bone-rattling buzz that made my core throb violently. Every single pulse sent electric shocks straight up my spine, forcing a fresh deluge of my hot juices to soak through my thin lace panties, completely saturating the silk of my dress beneath my legs.It was absolu

Chapter 55Layla’s POV“Your expression earlier almost drove me crazy,” Mateo rasped in a low, filthy whisper, his deep baritone vibrating directly against the shell of my wet ear.The sheer heat radiating off his massive, imposing frame cut right through the warm water cascading down from above. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, a sudden, blinding rush of pure, dirty adrenaline surging straight down to my drenched core. Before I could even form a single coherent sentence, Mateo’s large, calloused hand slid down my stomach, his long fingers tangling in my shaved pubic hair before burying themselves straight between my swollen, hyper-sensitive pussy lips.“AHHH!” I cried out, my back arching violently as he worked two thick, heavy fingers deep inside my drenched internal walls with zero fucking warning.“You sat in that hall looking like a complete, unhinged whore while I pressed that button,” he growled into my neck, his thumb slamming hard against my swollen, throbbing cl

Chapter 57Layla’s POVSunlight streamed harshly through the sheer linen curtains of my bedroom, burning my tired eyelids awake. The golden light bathed the room in a warmth that felt entirely undeserved after the dark, filthy sins committed on this very mattress just hours prior.My body ached in every conceivable place. My inner thighs were stiff, my sore core throbbed with a dull, persistent heat, and there was a dried, sticky sensation between my legs—a lingering, physical reminder of the heavy ropes of cum Mateo had pumped deep into my womb while my mother slept down the hall.I sat up slowly, clutching the bedsheets against my bare chest, staring at the messy, tangled pillows.Yesterday was the absolute last time, I vowed to myself, my teeth digging so hard into my lower lip that I nearly drew blood. I mean it this time. No more excuses, no more giving into the addiction. He’s married to my mother now. It’s over.I dragged myself out of bed, forcing my aching legs toward the b

Chapter 59Layla’s POVMy eyes widened in absolute, paralyzing horror, the blood completely draining from my face. My breath hitched in my throat as Wyatt stood framed in the open doorway, his posture heavy and swaying, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused from alcohol.His face twisted into a mask of complete, chaotic bewilderment. He blinked heavily, staggering a step forward, his slurred voice dropping into a raspy whisper.“Who... who the fuck are you?” he managed to get out, staring blindly into the shadowed room toward Mateo.The sheer terror jolted my nervous system awake. I violently snapped myself away from Mateo’s grip, scrambling backward against the cold glass window, pulling my thigh-high gown down to cover my bare, slick thighs as my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast.Mateo didn't offer a single reaction. He didn't panic, he didn't flinch, nor did he even bother to pull his sleeves back down. With an agonizingly calm, terrifying composure, he slowly wit