Size King

by S. C. Adams

  First, I want to taste him and give him oral pleasures before we partake in our dance. I put his thick, throbbing cock deep into my mouth, letting it hit the back of my throat. He will sometimes thrust up into my mouth so that he can force his meat farther down my gullet, letting my drool and his pre-cum act as a fine lubricant on his shaft.

  Then, he pushes me over onto my side so that he can get easy access to me. While I suck on his cock, lick up and down his fat tip, and massage his fat balls, he begins to reciprocate while I work. He plays with my wet walls and licks up and down my glistening clit, focusing right on my sweet spot, driving me wild and making me tremble.

  Before either of us can release, he stops me from sucking his big dick and moves his lips and hands away from my wet hole. He moves me so that I’m down on my back. I open my legs for him, hoping that he wastes no time. Thankfully, my wish comes true.

  He climbs on top of me and fucks me with his long, hard cock. He fucks me so hard that I can’t even find the stamina or will to exclaim his name. He is drilling into me with such fervor that I think he might break me if we aren’t careful.

  I think he might reach down and play with my breasts as they move up and down with his powerful moves. Instead, he reaches down and grabs onto a handful of my hair and pulls while he pushes himself farther into me. I try to reach and pull his hair, but I am powerless to his dominance.

  I begin moaning louder than I know I should. I try biting down on my tongue and my lips, trying to keep it in. When he see how I am struggling, he puts his hand in my mouth so that I can express my mind-altering sounds. I bite his fingers, suck on them, and moan into them as his weapon continues to strike forward into me.

  When I am ready to cum, I grab onto his arms and use them to hold myself steady while I writhe for him. I tighten around him and begin grinding into him, which tells him all he needs.

  He picks up in speed, fucking me until he causes cream to shoot out of me and all over his cock and his bed. I don’t even have time to survey the mess I’ve made before he is ready for his turn.

  I climb on top of him and he has me ride him. He keeps his hands on my ass, smacking my cheeks and running his fingers up along my thighs so that he can give me chills while I give him my cunt.

  I look down at him as I bounce on his dick, staring into the eyes of the man who is to be my husband one day. I can’t believe how far we’ve come.

  I kiss his lips, wondering if we might ever have children of our own someday. I’m on the pill, but I can easily get off it. The more I’ve fallen in love with his kids, the more I want to have my own with him. I don’t know how Mason or Austin would feel about having a new baby brother or sister, but I hope they will know I’m not trying to replace them.

  I ride him so hard that we come together. He shoots his hot load far up into me and I make more of a mess on his sheets. He grabs onto my breasts while he empties his contents, and I moan and collapse onto him.

  I fall off him and we lie in bed together, snuggling up under the covers and holding each other close. It is a cold night, and even with our hot bodies and their beating hearts, we need each other for warmth.

  “Do Mason and Austin have enough blankets tonight?” I ask Dustin.

  “Yes, they’re all bundled up and comfy,” he says. “Do you need more blankets, missy?”

  “Just don’t hog the comforter and stay close to me!” I say while nestling into him.

  “I love you,” says Dustin.

  “I love you too, hubby,” I say, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

  “You’re not afraid we’re moving too fast?” he wonders.

  “I’ve fallen in love with you and those kids, and I’m only falling farther,” I tell him. “I’m really glad we’re doing this. Are you afraid we’re moving too fast? I hope you didn’t propose because you thought you had to.”

  “I want you to be my wife, darling,” he says sweetly.

  “I want you to be my husband,” I say. “I think I’m ready to be a mommy now, too.”

  For the rest of our night, we lie together and talk about our future. I never want it to end, and I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to marry him now, and I want our lives to begin right away. I know being patient is going to be almost impossible, but I know he is worth it. Love is always worth it.

  The End

  Sneak Peek: Single Mom’s Bad Boy

  By S.C. Adams

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  54

  Whitney

  After a long week at work, I’m ready for my day off. I have about an hour before Tori comes over, which is good because I still have to give Lilly her snack. I am so glad that I have kept up my friendship with Tori.

  The two of us met back in high school, and honestly, back then, I thought she was a troublemaker, a bad influence, and ultimately a bad apple. She still is really, but now she’s my personal bad influence. She’s sort of like the little cartoon devil that sits opposite the angel on your shoulder and tells you to do bad things. Without her though, I would be completely lost.

  A little over a year ago, she helped me pack my things and gave me a warm place to sleep. I got pregnant and thought that my boyfriend would be so happy about the news. He wasn’t.

  He yelled at me, berated me, and called me all sorts of nasty things. Worst of all, he told me to go down to the clinic and get an abortion because I would never be a fit mother.

  Tori didn’t even have to ask what happened. The second she heard me crying on the phone, she was out her door and in the car. In less than ten minutes, she was at his door with a stern look and an armful of boxes to pack my belongings. An hour and a half later, I was sitting on her couch wrapped in a blanket with her holding me tight.

  She stayed up with me on the nights that I felt sick. She went out in the middle of the night to find the most bizarre foods my crazy pregnancy stomach could come up with. When it was finally time to deliver, she left work and rushed me to the hospital. Honestly, if either of us were into women, I think we would have made a great couple.

  As it is, I have my little Lilly and Tori has a sort-of niece. I am so happy to have my baby. Everyone told me it was going to be a handful and that I was going to regret being a single mom. I didn’t listen to them, and I’m glad I didn’t. My boss helped me get the promotion I needed to be able to get my own apartment and take care of my baby girl. My boss, herself, is a single mother of two, so she knew exactly what I needed.

  Lilly starts crying from across our tiny apartment, so I quickly head over to pick her up. Once she is in my arms, I hug her close and kiss her forehead. A few quick bounces and another kiss is all it takes to calm her.

  She hasn’t said her first word yet, but I am hopeful it will come soon. She is making sounds and seems to understand certain sounds. Recently, she has been more irritated and whiny. I think it’s because her first tooth is coming in. My mom keeps telling me to give her popsicles or frozen veggies. Tori, on the other hand, tells me do what her mom did and rub a little bit of rum or whiskey on her gums. I think I’ll stick with a few frozen green beans.

  I bounce my Lilly on my hip as I walk to the kitchen to get her a handful of veggies. Then I bounce her into the living room so we can sit on the safari blanket laid out like a throw rug in front of the couch. Once I get her sitting up, I sit down myself.

  “Do you want a green bean?” I ask her, holding a bean out to her.

  Lilly laughs, claps her hands, and reaches for the bean. She drops it a few times before getting it to her mouth and gumming it to death.

  I watch her with a smile, knowing she won’t stay so small. I may completely hate the guts of my ex, but without him, I wouldn’t have her, and I love her more every day.

  There is a knock at the door so I hand Lilly another bean and go answer it. I am met with a big hug from Tori. Unfortunately, because of our height differences and the addition of her high heels, the hug places my face right between her utterly huge breasts. I can’t
be too mad. Honestly, I am a little jealous. By the time I met her, she was already a D-cup while I was a modest B-cup.

  “Oh my God, she lives!” Tori squeals.

  “Hi, Tori,” I say, a bit muffled by her bosom.

  She finally lets me go after another quick squeeze and struts right in, plopping her purse on the counter. She kicks off her shoes and is immediately on the floor with Lilly, who is smiling and laughing and clearly wanting another green bean that is slowly thawing in my hand.

  I sit with them and hand over a bean.

  “Whitney, have you been trying the rum trick? My mom swears by it.” Tori punctuates her sentence with her perfectly manicured nails.

  “Once in a while,” I lie. I don’t want her to think I don’t like her advice because she only has mine and Lilly’s best interests in mind, but I am obviously hesitant about giving my baby alcohol.

  “Good.” She tickles Lilly and makes her giggle. I love that sound. “How has work been? I know you were working a double shift last week.”

  “Yeah. One of the new guys had to suddenly call out because he broke his wrist trying to jump his bike over a park bench.”

  “No way! You can ride a motorcycle in the park?”

  “No, Tori. He was riding a bicycle. He’s barely nineteen.”

  “Oh my God.” Her eyes rolling could’ve put an opera singer to shame. They were so loud that even Lilly stopped gumming her bean to look up at her, fist still halfway in her mouth and drool dribbling down her wrist.

  “What about you?” I ask.

  “Oh, you know. Another day, another lap.”

  Tori is a stripper, or “exotic dancer” as she prefers to be called. She is wonderfully built for it too. It would truly be a shame if she weren’t an exotic dancer. I mean, she’s got that dark skin that brings to mind the old pin-ups of the busty women lounging in the jungle wearing tiger print bikinis. Her hair is always perfect: big, thick, and nary a strand out of place. Her legs are long and built, and her breasts are a natural DDD-cup. I’m not sure how she manages with those things.

  She has been trying to get me to dance with her for almost a year now. At first, I didn’t join her because my boyfriend was uncomfortable with me taking my clothes off for money. Then I got pregnant, and I could barely get out of bed on my own, let alone wrap myself around a pole. After Lilly was born, I just haven’t been able to lose the baby weight. In comparison to her, I feel like a cow.

  “Still making top dollar?”

  Tori laughs and jiggles her goodies. “With these things? You bet.” She takes the last bean from my hand and gives it to Lilly, who happily takes it. “You know, we got a girl there who is taking care of a kid. She makes good money, too, and she only has to, like, rub her titties in guys’ faces and maybe do a lap dance.”

  I can’t stop myself from laughing nervously. Just the thought of running around in a skimpy outfit and pushing my breasts into a random man’s face is enough to make me shiver.

  “Maybe you should start out small.”

  “Like waiting tables?” I joke.

  Tori laughs a little. “No, no. I don’t mean working. I mean smaller. Like try going out on a date or something.”

  I pause and shake my head. “Okay, you lost me. I thought we were talking about work.”

  “Well, yeah. I just mean you should get used to talking to a guy again. And I don’t mean getting his coffee order.”

  “You mean try out some flirty pick-up lines on a few random guys before I go see your boss.”

  “Yeah!”

  We laugh together, and Lilly joins in, even though she has no idea what we’re talking about. She is just laughing to laugh, which is just fine. I love her laugh. It always makes me smile.

  I leave the room for a second to grab one of Lilly’s toys and come back to Tori playing peek-a-boo with her. Although her childrearing knowledge comes from not so reliable sources, I can see her being a good parent. Not sure how her job will fit the bill, though.

  I sit down on the blanket with them and play with Lilly for a few minutes. Tori just watches, then pulls her cell phone from between her breasts and starts tapping away. Then she stops for a moment and turns the screen toward me.

  There is a picture of a man on it. He is wearing a simple shirt and holding a cat close to his chest. Beneath him are a green thumbs-up and a red thumbs-down.

  “What do you think? He’s got a cute pussy.” Tori snickers.

  I laugh at her and give her arm a gentle, friendly shove. “Really, Tori?”

  She pulls her phone back and continues tapping on it while I play with Lilly. Suddenly, a little lightbulb goes off in Tori’s head. She shoots up and runs over to the counter where my cell phone is sitting. She grabs it and kneels down next to me.

  “That’s it! Whitney, we’ll get you set up on ChatPlanet!”

  “ChatPlanet?”

  “Yeah! It’s this new app that gets your info. Then you, like, answer a few questions. Then it matches you up with other people that answered the same way. Like they find people that you would match with.”

  “And you want to sign me up so I can flirt?”

  “Exactly!”

  Apparently, I take just a little too long because Tori has already downloaded the app and shoved my phone into my hands.

  “Go on. Answer the questions.”

  I look at the phone in my hands and start reading.

  Do you prefer cats or dogs?

  I’m going to find my soul mate based on if I like cats better or dogs? Tori must be out of her mind. I’m never going to match with someone on here.

  Would you rather wake up in the morning or the afternoon?

  What would I rather do or what do I do? Right now, I’m a manager at a coffee house, and I pretty much always cover the opening shifts in the morning. Do I like waking up before the sun so that a bunch of hipsters can have their fancy lattes and not even tip well? Fuck no. But I do it anyway.

  Do you like rainy days?

  We live in Seattle. There’s not much of a choice. Morning? Rain. Dead of night? Rain. Afternoon in the summer? Rain. Middle of winter? Rain.

  I keep answering questions while Tori entertains Lilly. I look up a few times to catch a glimpse at Lilly giggling and Tori lightly pinching her little chubby cheeks. After a few questions and filling in my information, I hand my phone over to Tori.

  “There,” I say. “I filled it out. Now what?”

  “Now you just wait. It will notify you when someone matches you.”

  “Matches me?”

  “Yeah. Like it will send you suggestions and you can like them or dislike them.”

  We sit together on the blanket for a while longer until I tell Tori that it is time for Lilly’s bath. She helps me by taking Lilly into the kitchen so I can go grab her little tub, bath duck, and soap.

  I get to the kitchen to see Tori dancing little Lilly across the table, complete with burlesque music played by the lovely Tori Martin. I laugh at her, and she helps me get Lilly out of her clothes and into the bath.

  Normally, bath time doesn’t take that long, but with Tori “helping,” it ends up taking three times as long. Even with Lilly’s struggling and sliding around, we manage to keep the soap out of her eyes. Which is good because “no tears” my ass.

  After the third major splashing of the kitchen, I start to wonder if Tori brought an extra set of clothes. Both of us are just about as soaking as Lilly. Luckily, we’re just as clean too. Tori doesn’t seem to mind. She just keeps on styling Lilly’s soapy hair in various fashions: mohawk, liberty spikes, straight up, whooshed to one side.

  Another decent splashing of us all as we try to rinse off Lilly, and we are stopped at the sound of my cell phone buzzing on the counter.

  “Whitney! You got a match!”

  “What?”

  “Go check it!”

  Tori hip checks me out of the way, and I almost slip on the wet, soapy floor. She continues to rinse off Lilly while I dry my hands.

/>   Within moments, I am at the table holding my phone, looking at the picture on the screen. The picture is of a muscular man leaning back on a motorcycle with his shirt off and a hard hat tipped slightly forward on his head. I show Tori, and we squeal a little about the amazing find.

  “Click yes, click yes!” she cheers.

  I can’t believe myself. I’m actually excited about this man. I want to talk to him and get to know him and just, well, touch him.

  Tori takes Lilly into the other room to get her dry and dressed. Before she leaves, she gives me the look of, “Talk to him, girl.”

  I immediately start tapping away, which gives me such a rush. I feel like a new person. Then I just have to stop for a moment and pull my eyes from the screen. I know that I have no idea who this is, and really, I’m just not ready to jump into anything, but it doesn’t hurt to flirt, right?

  Tori comes back and sits with me on the couch with Lilly on her lap. “Well?”

  “I don’t know, Tori. I’m not ready.”

  “Worst he can say is ‘no.’”

  She has a point. I continue with my message and push the dreaded send button. After about half an episode of some kids’ cartoon show with no real plot, my phone buzzes and it’s a message from him.

  I just about jump off the couch, I am so surprised. Tori looks over at me then over my shoulder at the message.

  “Well don’t stop now, girl.”

  I laugh at her and reply.

  By the time Tori is ready to go to work, this mystery man and I have exchanged over thirty messages, and they just keep getting hotter. We started simply enough with the “Hi, how are you?” “What are you doing?” kinds of questions. The chit-chat stuff. But now, we’re actually talking about dates we would want to go on and how we would surprise our partner in sexy ways.

  Tori leaves soon after, knowing that things are going to get hot. I get Lilly to bed and get myself in bed too, but not to sleep.