Big Boy by Skyler Snow
I have someone who loves me.
Samuel always seemed like the nice guy, the one to be sweet and quiet. But he was wild when it was only the two of us. He ripped my clothes off, not caring if he damaged them or not. And I didn't give a fuck about it. His hands slipped and slid all over my body, his mouth insatiably starved as he licked and kissed from my lips to my cock.
He dropped to his knees and his hot, wet tongue slid over my flesh making me suck in a sharp breath. Daddy was giving me a blowjob. That thought circulated in my brain while he wrapped his impressive lips around my length and rocked his head back and forth. His nails lightly dug into my thick thighs and he massaged and squeezed them as his tongue performed tricks I was pretty sure should have been illegal.
I felt like my knees were going to buckle if he kept going like this. Shit, we hadn't even made it out of the bathroom before he was on me. Our friends were still out in the living room, their laughter floating to us as they played games and chatted with each other. Samuel was still wet from the shower, his smooth skin shiny and appetizing as his locs bounced back and forth.
My Daddy was the hottest Daddy in the world. The room that he'd designed and set up for me was nothing short of breathtaking, but hearing his words right after that he loved me too? This day couldn't get any better. Or so I thought.
I slapped a hand over my mouth as a moan tried to slip free. My breathing was already nothing but wet, hot pants that made me feel like I would get dizzy if I wasn't careful. It was like he was worshipping me, kissing and nipping my skin before he went back to sucking my cock and making my hips buck forward.
When I glanced down, those deep, brown eyes gazed back at me. I could tell he was smiling, the way the lines around his eyes gathered. Yeah, Daddy was enjoying doing this to me. He leaned back, his tongue lapping over my slit as I watched a string of pre-cum connect from my dick to his tongue.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He let out a chuckle and engulfed my length again. I watched as he swallowed my cock going further and further without even a hint of a gag. The man was dangerous. Very, very dangerous. As he tried to suck my soul from the head of my cock, his fingers ran over my inner thighs before he pressed the wet pad of his finger against my aching hole. Fuck, I needed him to fill me.
"Daddy," I whispered. "Please."
"No," he said as he leaned back and looked up at me. "Spread your legs wider. I'm not done,” he growled.
I swallowed thickly. "A-all of our friends are out there waiting for u- Fuck!" I slapped a hand back over my mouth as he rolled his tongue over my balls. "Daddy," I mumbled through my muffled hand.
He was playing a dangerous game. Thanks to him I'd really come out of my shell and when we were together it was almost impossible not to moan out his name or make noise. Daddy continued to lick and lap all over making my head spin. Finally, he grabbed my hips and turned me around roughly. I held onto the bathroom counter and groaned as he tugged my hips back.
"Hold still baby," he whispered. "And let Daddy have his fun."
I shivered. Daddy could have whatever he wanted. His tongue dove between my cheeks and I felt the first long, wet, swipe of it against my hole. The sensation was like heaven and I clenched up before I forced myself to relax. His tongue slipped and slid over my ass again and again as he reached around and toyed with my cock and balls. There were too many sensations firing all over my body, but I didn’t want it to stop. God, I needed him. I loved him.
"Daddy," I whispered. "Now, please? Can I have it now?"
“Have what?” He asked.
I shook my head, but I knew I wouldn’t get anywhere by being defiant. “Your cock, Daddy. I want your cock!”
"No,” he said casually, not even an ounce of consideration given to my torment. “Not yet."
I groaned in frustration. Daddy was really getting on my nerves. He was making me crazy frustrated, but at the same time, I loved his passion, the way he couldn't get enough of me. We had just told each other I love you for the first time and those words sparked all kinds of electricity until neither of us could stand it. He yanked my hips back further and his tongue shoved inside of me, wiggling against my sensitive walls as I panted and tried to beg for more.
Pre-cum slid from my cock and I reached between my thighs to stroke myself. Daddy's tongue swirled around before he dove back inside of me. He pulled back and I could hear him trying to catch his breath before he smacked my ass.
"Daddy!" I shot forward with the smack and groaned. "I need your cock."
"Top drawer," he said as he stood up. "There are some packets of lube stashed in there. Give one to me."
"Yes, Daddy," I hummed as I opened the top drawer and found what he was looking for. I passed one back to him and watched as he tore it open with his teeth making my cock jump. "Hurry."
"Patience, sweet boy," he whispered. "Now, keep your hips still so I can lube both of us up."
Yeah, I had been wiggling all over, but I promptly stopped while he prepped both of us. I felt him press his cock against my entrance and I readied myself for him. The moment he sank inside, spreading me open, I cried out and he quickly placed a hand over my mouth.
"Quiet, baby," he whispered against my ear, his deep, brown eyes staring into mine in the mirror. "Not a word or I'll have to stop. Do you want that?"
I shook my head as hard as I could. No way in fuck I wanted that. What I needed was for Samuel to take me apart on his cock and put me back together again with his sweet words. As our eyes stayed locked on each other in the mirror, he pressed inside and I gasped against his palm. He grinned and sank in deeper, every hard hot inch opening me wider and wider for him.
"You're mine," he whispered against my ear. "I love you, sweet boy."
My heart skipped a beat. He slowly removed his hand and I blinked back the searing, hot tears that threatened to spill.
"I love you too, Daddy. So much."
After that, there was no more talking. Sam sank in the last few inches of his cock and gripped me tightly. He rolled his hips in that masterful way that left me hypnotized. All I could do was hold on. Every stroke of his cock was aimed for and caressed my prostate, drawing me to the edge of my sanity in record time as I gripped the counter more tightly and watched the magnificence that was my Daddy. He loomed over me, hands on my hips, sweat and water rolling down his perfect skink. It was like I was dreaming. I never wanted to fucking wake up.
I let out a groan as he slammed into me. My Daddy was ruthless. As my cock dripped and my balls tingled, I thought about just how much I loved this man. No one had ever had so much faith in me. They had never supported, loved, and fought for me. Not the way that Samuel did. My Daddy. The man that I would protect as much as he protected me.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered against my ear. "Every inch of you is intoxicating, Carter. I can't get enough of you."
I swallowed thickly. "Do you think...ha fuck... it will always be this way? How much... you... you love me?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation. "Because I won't ever let you go."
My heart squeezed at his words. Secretly, I always wondered if one day he would get sick of me and toss me aside, but I saw the love in Sam's warm eyes and saw the way that he cared for me. I would do whatever it took to prove to him that he wasn't wasting his time when he bet on me. I wanted to repay him for his confidence and faith in me.
"Daddy," I moaned as he picked up the pace and slammed into me harder. He reached over and threw the switch for the fan, drowning out a little more of our noise. "I need to cum," I shook my head. "Can I cum?"
Sam rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip and nipped at my ear. "Cum for me," he whispered. "I want to feel you tightening around Daddy's cock until I pump you full of every drop of my seed."
Yeah, that was all I needed. I threw my hips back in time with him thrusting forward and the noises that threatened to slip free danced along my tongue. As if he could read my mind, he slapped his hand back over my mouth and Daddy kept me quiet as heat raced through my body. I cried out as I came so hard I could barely stand.
But Daddy kept me in place. His arm wrapped around my waist and he kept thrusting, moving, grinding before he groaned against my ear and I knew it was coming.
Cum, Daddy. I want every last drop.
He pushed forward a few more times before he slowed and I felt it. Daddy let out a strangled, half-contained moan as hot, wet cum filled my hole. I panted happily. Daddy's cum. I was stuffed to the brim with him. Smiling, I held still before he slowly pulled out of me. As his seed started to travel down my thighs, I groaned.
"Daddy?" I whispered once he removed his hand. "Once everyone goes home can we go again?"
Samuel blinked at me before he burst out laughing. "As many times as you want, sweet boy," he slapped my ass and grinned. "Or at least until you tap out."
"That won't be happening," I said with a smirk knowing he had every capability of making me do just that.
I was in love with this man.
"Alright everyone let'sdo our stretches and start class." Aaron walked over to me and winked. "Some of us will need to stretch a hell of a lot more today."
I flipped him off. "Fuck you, Aaron."
He chuckled. "I think Samuel already did that plenty last night."
I groaned as he walked away laughing. Aaron was such a smart ass. My face burned thinking about the night before. Our friends definitely knew Sam had been fucking the life out of me while they all sat in the living room. Not that I regretted it even one bit. Sam telling me that he loved me too was the best thing I'd ever experienced and the sex we had afterward? It was the cherry on top.
We started our workout for the day and I gave it my all. So far, dancing in Aaron's class had made me way more confident and I felt better too. My body didn't hurt as much as it did before and I had more stamina. And the whole time it didn't feel like I was working out. That was my favorite part.
I loved every class, but I was excited to get home and get cleaned up too. After a quick shower, I grabbed my stuff and headed for home. Home. It was still odd to think of Sam’s place as my own.
I could hear Salt and Pepa running around outside the bathroom, barking and waiting for me to come out which made me smile. They loved me too. I really had my own little family, didn’t I?
"Coming, coming! We'll go for a walk, I swear!" I laughed as I pulled on my clothes. Samuel had bought me some brand new clothes that actually fit and refused to let me wear the ones that were too small. I tugged them on before I stopped and pulled my shirt out. "What the-?"
My shirt had some extra room since I last wore it. Actually, my sweats did as well. Both had extra room that I hadn't noticed before and I realized that I had lost weight. Not because of an extreme diet or relapsing, but because I was eating well, working out, and I was happy. And it was all because of my Daddy.
I smiled, filled with renewed energy. Once I stepped out of the bathroom I quickly grabbed the dog's leashes and we went for a walk. There was more pep in my step than there had been for a while and I was proud of myself.
"Okay you two," I said as I walked back into our apartment. "Go play!"
Salt and Pepa took off and I chuckled. They now had toys strewn between our bedroom and my streaming room. Our house felt full. It was more of a home than anything else. I started cleaning up making sure everything was put away for my Daddy. When I checked the time, excitement raced through me. He would be home soon.
I'm like a housewife waiting at home for my husband. When did I turn into this?
The thought made a laugh burst from my lips. I had changed a ton since my Daddy came into my life. And I was more than okay with that! Daddy made me happy.
"I'm home!"
"Daddy!" I ran into the living room and threw myself at him.
Sam dropped his bag and phone and laughed. "I've only been gone a few hours. Did you miss me that much, my sweet boy?"
"I did," I said as I nuzzled against him. "You're home and I'm happy."
"I missed you too," Sam groaned as he hugged me extra hard.
"Guess what?" I asked.
"What?"
"I've lost weight. My clothes are getting big!"
He nodded. "Yes, I know," he laughed. "I noticed it a while ago."
I stared at him. "You noticed?" I slapped his chest. "Why didn't you say anything?"
He grinned. "I didn't want to bring it up! Besides, I'm just happy that you're finding things you like and you're feeling better." Sam kissed my forehead. "And I love you, but I'm starving."
"I made you a sandwich and cut up some fruit. Is that okay?"
"Perfect," he said as he finally pulled away. "Thank you."
"And my mom will be here in like ten minutes."
He stopped and turned around. "Are you okay?"
I smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. She wanted to bring us a housewarming gift and I said it was okay."
Sam nodded before he walked into the kitchen with me right behind him. "How are things between you two?"
"Better," I nodded. "She's trying."
"That's good." He leaned over and kissed me. "Honestly that makes me feel so much more relaxed."
Yeah, it made me feel better too. My family was finally giving me the respect that I deserved. It felt good. I jumped when someone knocked and then laughed at myself for being so deep in thought.
"That's her. Be right back."
I raced out to the living room and opened the door. My mom stepped inside glancing around the apartment as she juggled a box in her arms.
"Hey, honey." She kissed my cheek. "How are you?"
"Good," I said with a nod. "You?"
"Fine as always." She held out the box and smiled. "I know you've been getting into cooking so I brought something that both of you might be able to use."
"Really? Let's open it." I carried it into the kitchen and sat it on the counter.
"Hi, Samuel," my mom said quietly and I could hear the nervousness in her voice.
"Hey!" he called and waved her in. "Good to see you. What's this?"
My mom softened. "It's a surprise. Open it, Carter."
I pulled the wrapping paper off of the box. Underneath there was a picture of a stainless steel mixer and I got excited. It looked nice and I could actually try baking for Sam which I was starting to get into.
"Wow, a stand mixer," Samuel exclaimed. "I've wanted to buy one of these for a while. Thank you!"
She beamed at Sam. "You really like it? I'm glad." She glanced at me. "Do you like it?"
"I love it, Mom." I hugged her tightly before I chuckled at Sam who was excitedly trying to pull it out. "Look at how happy he is," I mused. "Hey, guess what, Mom?"
"Hmm?"
"I dropped some weight. I'm not sure how much because Samuel threw out my scale-"
"-You were too obsessed with it," he said as he continued pulling out pieces.
"I was too obsessed apparently," I laughed. "But I can tell my clothes are getting bigger."
"Well, that's good," my mom nodded. "I'm happy as long as you are honey."
I smiled at my mom and felt warm all over. She was trying so hard to watch her words and to be happy for me. I loved this gentle, supportive side of her.
"Thanks for the gift, mom. Are you making Sunday dinner?"
"I am," she smiled. "Are you two coming?"
"Definitely."
"I'll tell Dad and Davey to expect you two." She gave me a hug before she kissed my cheek. "I better get going. I need to get started on dinner for those two. They’re helpless without me."
I chuckled. "I could see that. Okay. I'll walk you out."
"It was great to see you," Sam smiled. "Thank you, again."
"You're welcome." We walked to the front door and she stopped before she leaned in and lowered her voice. "It seems like he doesn't hate me."
I grinned. "No, Mom, he doesn't hate you."
She sighed with relief. "Good. I'll see both of you on Sunday then." She gave my arm a squeeze. “You picked a great guy.”
We said our goodbyes and I shook my head. I thought it was cute she was worried about Sam liking her. And she hadn't said a thing about my weight lately. I hoped it kept up because having a relationship with her meant the world to me. I wanted to build up what we had and get all of my family in a better place than we had ever been in before.
"Are you happy?" Sam wrapped his arms around me and I leaned against him.
"Oh, you have no idea," I said as I turned to hug him. "So happy I feel like showing you how much in our bedroom."
"Is that what you want?” he asked as he grinned at me. “I guess I could put aside my nerd tendencies and make you squirm for a while.”
I shook my head. “Nice to know I take priority over a mixer!” I slapped a hand against his stomach.
Samuel grabbed my ass. “Hey, that was a very hard decision,” he said before he licked his lips. “But I think I made the right one.”
“Go away,” I said as I wriggled out of his arms.
“Not a chance in hell, baby.”
I laughed as I ran away from him. The sound of his heavy footfalls echoed after me and my heart raced. Yeah, he was going to wreck me, but I was more than okay with that.
Day: Saturday
Time: 8:00 pm
I don’t feel like writing in this anymore. I ate well and I’m happy.