HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER

CHAPTER 019: SHATTER MY WALLS

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 p***y was even worse.

My hand gripped the handle of the bag on my shoulder. If only that s*x-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 armchair painfully, his jaw was tight. He wanted my wet p***y so badly too.

Now I had to suffer till we got home…. I had to keep this urge till we were in our safe place, or so I thought.

Miles walked faster, almost like he was chasing something, or had a plan to accomplish. The parking lot was almost empty, except for Daddy’s truck, and a navy blue sedan car that was parked right there before we got here. The sedan car had a tag on it… Manager.. I suspected it belonged to a staff member of the boutique.

“Almost empty,” I gasped walking toward the truck.

“It’s Sunday… Busier on weekdays.” Miles shrugged as he pressed the button key. The truck beeped, I walked ahead and helped him pull open the back door.

He threw in the shopping bags, I grabbed the door, ready to bang it closed. Miles’ hand caught mine, stopping me.

“Not so fast, you little slut.” He was now turned, facing me, one hand pressed to the high wall beside us.

We stood, trapped in between the high wall and the black truck, with the back door open, it made it almost impossible for cars at the entrance to see past our legs and heads. Oh! Is this what I think it is?

My lips fell apart but words refused to come out, or maybe I just didn’t have the words. I was aching, my c**t was throbbing, my n*****s were still hard and pushing against my bra, all that crowded my mind as I looked up at Daddy’s face.

“You asked Daddy for something while we were in there,” he said. “And trust Daddy to never leave his girl wanting for too long.”

Before I could say a single word, both hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, I was stunned to still find him rock hard.

“Daddy,” I gasped, want rolling off me in hot waves. “I want you, Daddy… But it’s open here. How are we gonna…”

“Leave that to me, princess.”

That was all I heard before his sexy hands spun me. In a second, I was facing the open back seat of the truck. He tore off my shoulder bag, the already-weak leather handle ripped apart. I didn’t worry, I had better ones in the luxury shopping bags.

“Hands on the seat,” he commanded. I obeyed, c**t throbbing harder at the husky sound of his voice. He hadn’t said but I knew what was next, I parted my thighs intuitively,

“Ugh…. Good girl,” he groaned. I looked behind, his veiny hand was on my knee, he gently lifted my right leg and kept it on the stepper, just at the entrance of the backseat, leaving me wide open before him.

Gosh! My heart thumped, scared that someone might see, but Daddy’s face looked like he had this under control, my throat gulped instead, eyebrows pulled together with fear mixed with deadly want.

Next, his hand shoved my denim skirt up, cool air passed freely through my thighs. He gave my ass a slight spank, my jaw tightened, fire raced through me.

“Daddy…. Please, f**k me already… I need your d**k now, Daddy.” I was pleading, like a little w***e.

“You’ll have it… all of it… anytime you want.. Your stepfather’s d**k is yours to handle, Chela….” He was growling. I loved my name on his lips.

One thick finger slid under me, rubbed my swollen c**t once under my soaked panties. I grunted hard, goosebumps coursed through me.

“Don’t scream, kitten… You don't want to alert anyone.” His finger still moved, rubbing hard, tight circles. And when his finger tugged by the side of my p***y, shifting the tiny fabric to the side, I let out a soft moan, begging for his d**k to destroy me already.

I looked to the back, Miles was stroking his hard d**k, from the bottom to the top. The moment he slammed into me, my p***y stretched, my teeth gritted, he hit the hilt at once. He didn't move immediately, he left his c**k in my p***y, allowing my p***y juice to soak it all up. My leg, the one on the ground was vibrating.

Then he started moving, slowly but steadily, each thrust rhyming with my soft moans. My breasts swaying, almost brushing the leather seats.

“Tell me how you love it,” he groaned, fists digging hardly into my fleshy butt. “Oh… You’re so warm… and tight.”

“f**k me harder… Leave your marks on my p***y walls… Shatter me, Mr. Stewart,” I pleaded, grunting like I was about to pass out.

He listened, he obeyed, his thrusts became faster and ragged. Skin slapping hard against skin. Wetness dripping down my leg.

“You’re killing me, Chelaaa…” He drawled. I darted my eyes to the back, his waist was moving, the base of his d**k hitting hard against my butt. That view was it!

That’s when I felt it… The surge firing through me…

“Ahhhh… I’m coming… I’m… Oh! god!” I growled.

“Yes baby… Pour it all out… Soak up Daddy’s c**k nicely,” he said. I followed his voice, orgasm crashed through me.

Miles followed me. He gripped my butt tighter, pushing my butt against his waist. I loved the sounds. I loved his fingernails on me. I loved that it was so tight that I was sure to see red marks.

One hand flew to my breast and immediately he grabbed my breast from underneath me…

“Ahhhh…. Daddy’s about to come hard.. to spill his hot… Ahhh!” He groaned against me, splashing hot semen all over my bare butt. Both of us panting.

But it was only then that we noticed…. The store attendant stood there, holding out Daddy’s debit card that we must have left at the cash point in a hurry. But her thighs were pressed together.