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Fat.
He knows how much you hate that word. It’s the word that’s been thrown at you all your life. Playground bullies, ex-boyfriends, hell even your own mother would berate you with it. And you tried your best to tough it out, you know? To not let things get to you, to keep your head high and stay confident. But it’s chipped away at you, he can see it. The way you try to hide yourself, make yourself smaller, thinking if you just don’t talk too loud or don’t move around too much it will make it so you take up less space. Clothes that hide the delicious curves he’s been thinking about everyday since he met you.
And that fat is all of what he loves. Sliding his length in and out of you slow but hard, watching as the shockwaves of his blunt force ripple across your thick thighs as he sinks home. He’s so greedy with his gaze, drinking in every inch of your perfectly plump body.
“Been keeping this from me? Trying to hide?” He groans from deep in his chest as he bottoms out inside you, sliding home with a loud, wet squelch from your pussy, making you bite down on your bottom lip and keen.
“Askin’ me to turn the lights off…” he huffs a laugh as his hips pick up the pace and you feel him right there, with the perfect tempo and pressure. “Nah, nah, nah. You’re gonna let me see ev’ry part of ya, lovey.”
And every part is exactly what he gets. He flips you into every position you never thought anyone would ever take you in. With your legs spread lewdly over his shoulders, tits bouncing with each of his thrusts, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your hips, then ghosting their way over your soft stomach to grip at your jiggling thighs, pussy taking a pounding that can only leave you making those little ah ah ah sounds, squeezing his cock involuntarily because you’re—
“Close. Soooo close,” you moan, trying to bury your face into the blankets bunched up around your head.
“I know, I know,” he coos. Takes one hand off your thighs that he’s been holding steady and cups your cheek with it, turning you to face him. “Cum for me.” It’s not a request. Your breath hitches, fighting the pleasure for reasons you can’t explain.
“Cum for me, lovie,” he says again, softer this time, as he stares deeply into your eyes.
And the look in his eyes is undeniable. You do exactly as your told, pleasure surmounting to the most intense peak of your life as it tumbles through your body like an avalanche, stealing your breath and burying your cries beneath the weight of its pleasure.
“That’s it. Thas it. thassit.” His words slur together as he loses himself in you. “Such a good girl. hmnph,” he cuts himself off with a groan, hips slamming into your gushing pussy wildly. “Good girl. squeezingmesogoodgirl.”
He grips you by the hips and clutches you to him as he buries his cock inside of you with one final push, trembling as he folds over you, and you feel the sudden gush as his spend shoots into your cervix. He holds your bodies together like that, not a single inch leaving you as he slowly rocks your two bodies together while his cock pumps his spend inside of you until he’s empty.
You’re both left breathless and shaking in the bed, bodies bound together. He focuses his eyes on your face at last, brushing the hair from your face with a surprising tenderness for someone with such rough hands.
“y’alrigh’?” He asks.
You can only nod your head vigorously, making him chuckle. He kisses your temple.
“Good. Good girl,” he mumbles into your hair, giving your thick thighs a little jiggle with his hand. You almost shy away from him, but one glimpse at his face tells you not to run away. This is exactly what he’s here for, exactly what he likes. And he’ll be damned if you hide from him any longer. So, you don’t. You settle into his hold politely, pressing your body deeper into his, and you don’t shrink away as his hands start to roam your flesh, massaging your fat just as he likes.
“That’s my girl,” he practically purrs at you.