Todos los capítulos de A Chubby Girls Need Love Too Collection : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Damon’s POV I think I’ve been played. There’s no fucking way this little girl just made me lose my damn mind before I even had her tits in my mouth. I run my hand through my hair, waiting for her to come back from her high. She’s still twitching around my semi-hard meat and her big ass is slightly jiggling. Making me want to fuck her again without giving her a break. If she thinks I’m done with her, she’s fucking nuts. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them to see her asshole. I lick my lip at the thought of breaking her out there. She whimpers when I loop my arms under her hips from below. My hands appear on the outside of each thigh, then slide up to grab her ass, holding her steady and open. “Are you okay?” I ask her, just to make sure she’s still with me. “Yes,” she whispers. I bring her ass to my face, my wet tongue sweeping over her asshole. She’s so shocked that she tries to move. “No, uncle Damon,” she protests, barely. “Not there.” I shush her, making her st

Ciara’s POVI won’t let Damon take everything. I’ve worked too hard for too long to keep my lifestyle. My mother isn’t even speaking to me.Senior wouldn’t even look at me twice when I first moved into his house with my mother and Milly. And trust me when I say, it wasn’t for my lack of trying.I couldn’t understand it at first. I mean I was the better version of my mother, with more mileage. I was slim and petite and had small, perky breasts that made every man want to lick them. But that man never spared me a second glance on any day.So I worked my ass off and learned what he liked, realising that my mother and I have different personalities. My mother is one of those shy women who are afraid to ask for anything.I became that woman. I stopped going out with friends and letting my mother take responsibility for Milly. I stopped talking too much and always complaining. I started cooking and doing chores around the house. I dressed more decently and stopped vying for his attent

Millicent’s POV“I hear you’ll be staying an hour later every day,” Lydia mutters as she walks over to my desk.I don’t bother looking up from my computer because we’re not friends, and I’ve never been friendly with her. I’ve caught her and some of the interns gossiping about me more times than I care to count.You’d think someone who’s been here a long time, and the CEO’s assistant, would have some self control, but no. Not Lydia.“How may I help you?” I ask, pretending to be too busy to spare her a glance.She snorts. “I need Mrs Finch’s signature on something.”The hard way she says Mrs Finch makes me look up. There’s a smug smile on her lips.“Do you need directions?” I whisper, flashing her a smug smile of my own.I don’t know whether she knows something, or she suspects. Maybe she heard Damon and I in his office the other day, and she thinks she can use it against me. I’ll be damned.Her brows furrow and she leans in, lowering her voice. “I can’t wait for Yelena to slap

I lean back on my hands and try not to make noise, watching the way his cock slides in and out of me over and over.He fucks me like he has all the time in the world and none at all. Slow enough that I feel every ridge, hard enough that the desk creaks faintly under my ass. And I have to swallow a moan every time he bottoms out.My panties are still pulled to the side, the fabric rubbing against my clit with every stroke in a way that makes my legs shake around him.“You’re taking it so well,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Look at you, sitting on my desk with your legs spread and your uncle’s cock buried in this pretty cunt.”I whimper before I can stop myself. He immediately covers my mouth with his hand.“Quiet, Millicent,” he breathes, but I can’t help it when he says things like that.My orgasm builds fast because I’m already so sensitive. My whole body seizes and I come hard around him, crying out against his palm while my walls clamp down and flutter.He curses under his brea

Millicent’s POVMy hands are sweating, and I’m a nervous wreck sitting next to Charmaine. I have no idea who’s coming or who these two extras are. But the tension on everyone’s shoulders is enough to tell me that this is not a normal dinner. Perhaps they’re Yelena’s relatives, and Damon doesn’t really like them. Nor does he respect them, it seems. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past couple of weeks, Damon Finch would shake the hands of anyone he respects. He does in business meetings and events, but there’s always a select few he’ll not touch. Even Yelena once said it in passing.Charmaine finally lifts her gaze from the phone and looks at Mom. “Can we eat yet? I’m hungry.”Damon snorts, reaching for the wine bottle and two glasses.Yelena smiles, but she’s so tense it could cut glass. “Who are we waiting for?”“My mother,” Damon mutters, putting a glass of red wine in front of me. All eyes come to me and I definitely wish I could crawl under the table and hide.C