The Step father and His plus size obsession
He was relentless, his tongue working magic, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises.
He worshipped every inch of my plus-size body like it was a religion, and by the time he finally stripped off his own clothes and lifted me into his arms to carry me to the massive bed, I was completely unraveling.
The sheets were cool against my bare skin, but he was burning up. He settled between my thighs, his heavy, tattooed body caging me in, and when he finally pushed his cocoa inside me, the stretch was so intense, so full, that I arched off the mattress with a scream.