Todos os capítulos de HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

MICHELA; I turned and he was standing on the last step, eyes dim and hooded. His face held a frown. I could tell he had witnessed what just happened with Nathan. Skye still stood by the door, wagging her tail. “Yeah,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s really nothing you should worry about.” “I am.” He snapped, already moving toward me. My throat tightened with each freaking step he took. For a moment, he didn’t look like the man whose body I had been touching and taking only hours earlier. He had that same intense aura that pulled me in from the beginning rolling off him in waves. My eyes caught on the veins outlined along his forearms and my breath hitched. “I am already bothered, kitten,” he said again, voice low and sharp. “But what’s bothering me more is why you’re stopping me from teaching that boy a lesson.” Miles was furious. His jaw was tight, his shoulders rigid under his shirt. Instead of making me nervous, the anger made my stomach flip. It made

MICHELA;I expected him to move, to rush and pick up the buzzing phone. But instead, Miles resumed rubbing my soft body, his hands hitching at the base of my huge breasts and moving back up and down, while my head rested against his shoulder. The water seemed to get even warmer around us, or maybe it was just the flow of current from Miles’ bare body warming me up. Miles’s arm tightened around my waist. His phone started buzzing again from the bedroom… the third time now… but he didn’t even glance toward the door.“That’s your mom,” I whispered.“She can wait,” he said against my ear, voice rough. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”He shifted me easily, turning me so I straddled him in the water. The movement made the water splash against the sides of the tub. I felt him hard between my legs, thick and ready. “Ouch, Daddy,” I mumbled low. He said no words, his eyes only met mine, hungry and ready. He wrapped his warm hands again around my breasts, squishing them together so the

MICHELA;I stood up from the bed and walked over to him. His body tensed slightly when my hands rested on his shoulders from behind. I slid them slowly down his arms, then around to his hard chest, feeling the solid muscle under his warm skin. I rested my cheek against his bare back and held him.“You can share your worries with me, Daddy,” I said softly.He didn’t answer right away. I could feel his chest rising and falling under my hands, his breathing heavier than usual.“Why are you not taking the calls?” I asked after a moment. “Why don’t you talk about your family? Why don’t they visit you? Visit us?”Miles finally turned to face me. His green eyes were red-rimmed, filled with a quiet anger he had been holding in for a long time. He lifted both hands and cupped my face gently, his thumbs brushing my cheeks.“It’s a long story, kitten,” he said, voice low.“I want to hear it… all of it,” I told him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on. “Did they meet Mom? Do they know

MICHELA;Ugh! Monday morning finally came and you know what that meant…. Back to school of course!Don't get me wrong… I had missed school… I had missed Jemy too, especially after chatting her up last night while I stood in the kitchen. It was the best way to not think much about Miles talking to Tracey. Guess what?The girl had sent me a picture of her new keys…. Car keys actually… and when I pressed her further to get the entire gist, the crazy girl had aired me.“I can't say much right now, Chela. See you in school tomorrow.” Those were her words. I didn't push any further because tomorrow was just a few hours away. I could tell how happy she was. I mean, her voice said it all when I called her… Those kinds of gists were better heard than read.“You're gonna be late, princess.” Miles kissed my cheek. I tossed and turned, finally letting go of the soft pillow I had been clutching tightly. “I made you breakfast.” “You did?” I drawled, sitting up slowly and resting my back against t

MICHELA;I looked up at his face. Miles was gripping the steering wheel so hard the tendons in his hands stood out. His jaw was locked, and his eyes stayed fixed on the road like he was trying to outrun whatever his mother had said to him. Trust me, I knew that look and it was one I hated. The easy warmth he usually carried was gone. In its place was a heavy, restless tension. Something was sitting heavily in his chest.My hand moved without thinking. I rested it on his thigh, feeling the solid muscle under the fabric. He glanced down at my hand, then at me. For a second his expression softened, but the worry didn’t leave his eyes.“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly. “I’m right here.”He was silent for a long moment. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional car passing us.“I don’t want to put that on you,” he finally said. His voice was rough. “You’ve got enough of your own things to deal with…School, friends.” He shrugged.I watched the way he ke