Todos os capítulos de HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

MICHELA; I sat at my favorite corner table in the coffee section of Wills & Words, head bent over my laptop. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and raw coffee beans filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of customers chatting at nearby tables. A small smile tugged at my lips as I read through my first-ever body-positive blog post. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this… writing something real for girls who looked like me, girls who the likes of Nathan and Jessika would constantly step on. All thanks to Miles. He had given me the courage I never knew I had. So many times before, I had opened a new document, typed a few sentences, and then deleted everything. How could I tell other girls to love themselves when I couldn’t even look at my own body without criticism? When I avoided the mirror like it was some plague? I remembered mentioning the idea to Nathan once. He had laughed so loudly in the middle of the café that heads turned our way…. Not once d

MILES;I couldn’t stay in the bookstore after seeing that.The moment I pulled up and spotted Nathan leaning too close to Michela at her table, something dark and ugly twisted in my gut. His body language, the way he crowded her space, and that smile on his face like kitten was enjoying his company. It took everything in me not to storm in and drag him out by the collar; that would create a scene, and I wanted nothing that would hurt her. Instead, I walked straight into the house, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Jealousy burned hot in my veins. She was mine. Even if I had no right to think that way, that boy who had hurt her for the longest had no right to be that close to her.I paced the living room, hands on my waist, trying to calm down. Skye watched me from her corner, head tilted. Then the back door burst open and Michela rushed in, tears streaming down her beautiful face. My heart clenched.“Kitten,” I said softly, crossing the room in three strides. I pulled her into my arm

MICHELA; “Say it properly,” he ordered. ”In this room, you don't ask… You take.” My heart flickered at those words. That was him handing me the keys to his body… Gosh! I loved how he undid me without even trying. “I wanna suck your dick… I want you to fuck my mouth till you come, Daddy.” I said boldly, butt pressing hard at the edge of the bed. His green eyes darkened as he looked down at me sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his big shirt. The tiny towel around his waist did little to hide how hard he already was. I could see the thick outline of his cock pressing against the white fabric, the tip already leaving a small wet spot. “You want to suck Daddy’s cock, kitten?” he asked again, voice low and rough. I nodded, my mouth already watering. “Yes, Daddy. Please.” He stepped closer until he stood right in front of me. He smelled clean and manly, my eyes blinked once. I was sitting on what used to be Mom’s bed, legs spread out and ready to grab the cock she us

MICHELA; I turned. Jemy was walking toward me in a tight black dress that clung to her slim frame and stopped mid-thigh. Her long legs looked endless in black heels. For a second my heart skipped. She looked expensive and confident, the kind of woman who turned heads without trying, my heart jolted uncomfortably. “Jemy!” I called out eagerly. I was both happy and insecure at the sight of her. Behind her, near the cashier, a tall older man in a tailored suit stood with his back to us, handing over a black card while the attendant carefully packed several shopping bags. My stomach tightened. I glanced around quickly, searching for Miles. What would he think when he saw her? Jemy was taller than me, smaller body, with that effortless model look. Would he find her prettier? Sexier? The old insecurity crept up my spine before I could stop it. I never wanted my best friend around my man, yes… You heard right…. My man! Jemy pulled me into a quick hug, the scent of her expensive perf

MICHELA;Miles settled the bill at the cashier’s desk with his debit card. The attendant's eyes roaming all over us like she could see right through us or maybe she was jealous of how softly Daddy was treating me. We stepped out of the doors, Miles carrying different sizes and colors of the shopping bags. He had picked even more items; sneakers, shoes, flats, handbags, dresses, and sets of white bras and panties… oh! I forgot to add he picked a fluffy, light pink hair band for me too… Miles is such a girldad.I followed him eagerly, even though I was still feeling the wetness between my thighs. And the urge to have something long, huge, and veiny in my burning pussy was even worse. My hand gripped the handle of the bag on my shoulder. If only that sex-starved looking lady hadn’t interrupted! “The doors don't have locks, Kitten…. The lady might barge in on us and it’s gonna be messy,” Daddy whispered after the attendant had walked away from the door. I watched him walk back to the a