Crazy About My Plus-Sized Crush (Chapter 2)

Ethan POV

“Wait, wait, wait.” I put my hand in front of me to create a bit more space between us. She stepped back a little.

What the hell was she talking about? Taste me?

“Emma, are you drunk?” I asked. She didn’t seem drunk, so why the fuck was she acting like this?

“I’m not, Ethan. Didn’t drink anything tonight.” She moved in again, closer this time, trying to mold herself against me. “I just want you. I want to taste you.” She bit her lip while staring at me. I felt lost by her words. I really didn’t understand what she found attractive about me. I was ugly, fat, and unattractive to the eye.

I stepped to the side, trying to dodge her. I knew this was too good to be true. She was probably pulling a prank on me.

“Emma, it’s late. I have to go home. You seem a bit buzzed. Why don’t you just stay here?” I started, not looking up from where I stood.

It was silent before I heard the locks turn again into place. I raised my head and saw her taking out the keys. She threw them under the bed before turning to face me. There was a glint in her eyes as she looked at me.

“There. Now nobody is getting out until I get what I’m owed.” I gulped at her words.

“What are you owed?” I asked, watching her simmer her way toward me.

“Your cock,” she answered, still with that same glint in her eyes. I could only gulp again at the audacity of this woman.

“Emma, please wait. Let’s talk about this.” I really didn’t want to do it. I was afraid she would say I took advantage of her.

“Ethan, shut up.” She snapped. “You’re too annoying. You have free pussy and yet you’re acting like a little kid.”

“I’m telling you to fuck me. Fuck me.” She spoke again, this time more seriously than before.

I was too stunned to process it. Before I knew it, I saw her standing in front of me, her hands gripping my trousers, trying to undo the button.

She was already pulling my pants down along with my boxers. She smirked victoriously at me before getting down on her knees.

“Tsk. All this dirty talk and you weren’t even hard,” she spoke, taking my limp cock into her hands and giving it a light pump.

“Augh… Emma, stop,” I let out a moan from the sensation. I instinctively closed my eyes from the feeling. It was too much for me to handle.

“What if I don’t?” she answered with confidence. I could already picture the smirk on her face.

“Fuck, I hate that they said those things to you,” she spoke out of nowhere, her hands never leaving my penis. It felt strange in a way, but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Who the fuck do they think they are, treating you like that?” I let out a groan when she tightened her hold on my dick. It was too good. She was too good.

God, I was going to cum.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked. Simultaneously I could only moan as an answer.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.” I felt her loosening her hold on me. I let out a whine at that. She released me and it felt so hollow.

“Yes, Emma. I like it,” I answered her, opening my eyes to stare at hers.

“Damn brat.” She squeezed again, which forced me to let out another moan. “It’s Mommy to you, not Emma,” she instructed.

“Yes, Momm—” I was about to answer her when she took my entire length into her mouth. Fuck, it was too much. It was too, too much.

It felt so warm and nice at the same time. I could only brace myself on the wall as I felt her dive first into it.

Then she brought it out. I looked down at her. Fuck, was the sight beautiful to look at. She had my dick all the way inside her mouth.

I put my hand on her head, but she smacked it away.

Taking my cock out of her mouth, she scowled at me. “Let’s get one thing straight. I am the one in charge,” she reprimanded sternly again.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Yes what?” she asked.

“Yes…” I started to say, then remembered her words. “Mommy,” I added the last part.

“Good boy,” she praised me. My dick twitched in her hand at being praised. “You like that, don’t you? Being praised?” She hummed. “Continue being a good boy for Mommy. Maybe then I would let you feel good.” Then she took me back into her mouth.

It felt like heaven on earth. I couldn’t think straight. All I could do was sit there and take it, take whatever she was doing. My hand gripped the wall, searching for something — anything — to help stabilize me.

“Fu~ck, too much~” I screamed out, feeling my balls tightening at the feeling. Her head bobbed up more, making wet sounds as she did it.

“Mommy… Mommy…” I chanted her name like a prayer. That was the only thing I could do — chant her name.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, some more.

She took me out of her mouth, breathing hard while still pumping my cock. “Fucking cum for me. Cum for your Mommy,” she uttered, then took my cock right back into her mouth.

It became too much. I had to stop myself. I felt that familiar telltale sign of being drawn closer.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck, I just came. It felt so fucking good. Better than my hand.

I tried to catch my breath, looking at Emma from the corner of my eye. She was already getting up while wiping her mouth.

“Do you want me to… hmm… to e-eat you out?” I stuttered out the question. There was no way I didn’t understand the question. I was trying not to faint from asking her.

“You are so sweet,” she cooed at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning my head forward into a kiss.

It felt so euphoric.

I was literally kissing the most beautiful woman in our department, and she had just sucked me off.

Fuck, I tasted myself in her mouth as she slipped her tongue into mine. We wrestled for a bit, fighting for dominance, before I lost to her. Her tongue worked around my mouth before I started to feel out of breath from it and struggled to be free.

I was gasping for air.

I froze when I saw her.

She was taking off her skirt. Her milky thighs were all in view. Then her shirt followed next, leaving her with nothing but her lacy underwear.

I couldn’t stop gawking at her even when she took her bra off, followed by her panties which were wet. She bent over to show me the outline of her pussy.

The familiar rush of blood went downstairs. Jerking off to p**n did nothing compared to the real thing.

She sat down on the vanity table, spreading her legs wide open for me to see.

“Come here and fuck Mommy’s cunt,” she said, playing with her lips, smearing her juice. My length throbbed at the sight of her just vulnerable and begging for me to fuck her.

My feet moved on their own. Before I knew it, I was in front of her, hands moving to spread her pussy apart for me to slide in.

“Mommy, what should I do now?” I asked, voice heavy with lust. I didn’t know what came over me, but I wanted to obey every single one of her commands.

“Just fuck me,” she commanded, wrapping her legs around me and drawing my body closer. Her hand reached for the space in between us and gently stroked my penis before easing it inside of her.

It felt mind-blowing. I bit my lips, almost tasting blood, to stop myself from moaning like a bitch at this feeling.

God, she was so warm and so tight. I worked my hips as she removed her hand once everything was inside.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I wanted to move so badly, but she hadn’t commanded it, and now I wanted to move so badly.

“Does my sweet boy want to fuck Mommy’s pussy?” She used a gentle motherly tone when it was anything but that.

I nodded my head frantically at it, practically begging for it.

She let out a soft laugh before pulling back and sliding in. “You can fuck Mommy now.” I followed her lead, starting with soft thrusts. Her breasts jiggled with every movement I made. It was so hypnotizing.

And her moans were so beautiful. Her skin felt so soft and delicate. Who would have believed such a thing would be possible?

“Oh god, you are making me feel so good,” she moaned out. “You are making Mommy feel so good.” I already felt that familiar knot again.

“You love making Mommy feel good, don’t you?” she asked. I nodded eagerly at the praise. “Yes, Mommy. I love making you feel good.”

“You are a good boy for me.” I already felt my orgasm drawing closer now. I gripped her waist, trying to last longer because I knew she was still far.

“Is my baby about to come?” she cooed at me before moaning. “Cum inside Mommy, yeah.” With those words I came inside her, still thrusting and never stopping.

“I guess you are a virgin. Came so quickly without doing anything too hard to you. The first taste of pussy had you acting like a brat,” she hummed thoughtfully. There was no mockery in her words.

She pulled me out of her, sliding down, then turned around with her ass facing me.

She wiggled her ass in front of me, guiding my cock back inside her. I moaned at the feeling of being sheathed in her warm heat.

This time around I didn’t waste another moment. I picked up my pace from how it was before, trying to make sure she came.

“Oh god, that’s it, baby.” She moaned out. It seemed this one was doing much more to her. “Fuck, thank god those girls rejected you, or else how would this fat cock be all mine?”

Her walls were squeezing me in, making it so hard to move. I already felt that feeling again for the third time tonight.

“Don’t worry, Mommy will take good care of you,” she spoke deliriously. I knew she was closer now, more than ever.

I tried to take it, but I couldn’t. It was too much and she was squeezing me a bit too much. She came first this time around. I just thrusted a bit more before following suit.

It felt amazing.

I was panting with my head slightly tilted. Emma was doing the same, trying to catch her breath.

I guess I am no longer a virgin.