big mama ❥ tyriq withers
PAIRING: tyriq withers as “cameron ‘cam’ cade” from “him (2025)” x black!fem!plus-sized!reader
SUMMARY: in which Cameron’s cocky attitude gets the best of him and he swears up and down he can handle you and your size, so you decide to see it through because you’re sure you’ll prove him wrong. little do you know, your opinion is far from fact. 🩷
AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by this TikTok & the comment section + the clip of Tyriq saying “i like my women like i like my weights: heavy.” 🤭
“ooh, wassup, big mama?” the sound of Cameron’s voice echoing throughout the dining hall made you pause before you could lift your fork to your lips and you let out a laugh, your head raising and your eyes locking on an enthusiastic Cameron Cade approaching you and your best friend Sierra’s table.
“you always this loud or you just happy to see me for some odd reason?” you chuckled, raising an eyebrow, as you let go of your fork and let it rest in his plate, leaning back into your chair and crossing your arms.
“both. you should know that by now,” Sierra answered your question before Cameron could even open his mouth, a knowing smirk crossing her face while she stood up from her seat and grabbed her backpack before picking up her empty plate and cup, “but i’ma leave y’all alone so i ain’t third-wheelin’ or nothin’.”
Sierra winked at you before disappearing off into the crowd of college students searching the dining hall for a good meal, making you chuckle as you watched Cameron take Sierra’s seat and sit down in front of you.
“anyways, now that yo’ guard dog gone, wassup wit’ you? you comin’ to the game this Saturday?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you snorted at him referring to Sierra as your guard dog and you shook your head at his antics, a soft chuckle falling from your lips while you picked up your fork.
“i’m thinkin’ about it,” you admitted as you stuck your fork in the middle of your plate of pasta and twirled some noodles onto the utensil, “why, you want me there or somethin’?”
“of course i want you there, that’s why i asked,” Cameron grinned a little as he watched you take a bite of your pasta, “you know i need big mama there as my good luck charm, girl.”
you laughed at his words and nearly choked on your pasta as you shielded your mouth with your palm while you chewed and eventually swallowed your food, running your tongue over your lips before speaking, “Cam, i told you to stop callin’ me that shit.”
“stop playin’ like youn’ like when i call you that. know yo’ ass be blushin’ when i ain’t around to see it,” Cameron cockily smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes and removed your makeshift shield from your mouth, “speakin’ of ‘stop playin’, when you finally gon’ stop playin’ with me and give me a chance?”
you raised an eyebrow in amusement and picked up your cup filled with Coca-Cola, taking a sip it from your straw before sitting it back down, “Cam, you not serious.”
“how i’m not?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms.
“because you know damn well i’m practically twice your size. you like a lil’ nigga compared to me,” you chuckled as you gestured between your size and his with your index finger, “i could literally break you, Cameron.”
“and you think that’s ‘posed to steer me away from you or some shit?” Cameron chuckled in amusement as he eyed you up and down and licked his lips at the sight of your big breasts sitting up through your top before his colored eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, “i know what i want and i know what i’m gettin’ myself into. i ain’t no lil’ nigga, shawty.”
a look of surprise mixed with amusement crossed your face and you chuckled as you crossed your arms and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth, “wanna make a wager then?”
“shit, c’mon.” Cameron smirked as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward, eagerness and curiosity evident in his demeanor.
“if you make five touchdowns at this Saturday’s game then i’ll consider your everlasting desire to pursue me. how that sound?” you asked, grinning, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron’s smirk widened while he leaned back into his chair again and adjusted his hips.
“so that means you comin’ to the game this Saturday, right?”
“duh, Cam.”
“a’ight. then, that’s a bet, big mama.”
if you knew Cameron was gonna show his ass at that game, you would’ve upped the ante to an unrealistic number of touchdowns. you were sure he’d still find some way of try to reach it, though.
as the football game came to an end, Cameron managed to score seven touchdowns, and you already knew his ego was boosted higher than it already was, but you honestly might not be able to tell the difference since he was always cocky as hell with everything he did and said.
“you think if you would’ve said 20 touchdowns instead of 5 that he would’ve made that many?” Sierra asked, laughing, as she turned her head and looked over at you, earning a soft snort from you while you met her gaze.
“if i said 20, his ass would’ve aimed for 38,” you laughed heartily as Sierra laughed with you and she shook her head before the sound of the buzzer from the scoreboard caught both of your attentions, indicating the end of the fourth quarter and therefore the end of the game, “guess i’ll go down there and congratulate him then, huh?”
“fuck that, give him some postgame pussy,” Sierra grinned mischievously with a chortle as the two of you simultaneously stood up from your seats on the bleachers, “i’m sure he lookin’ for big mama right now, so get yo’ ass down on that field.”
“i wish y’all asses would stop callin’ me big mama,” you laughed as you playfully smacked Sierra’s arm and the two of you started walking down the staircase in the aisle, descending from your high seats, “and i’m not givin’ him no postgame pussy, Sierra, don’t piss me off.”
“yeah, yeah, make sure to let me know how the dick was tomorrow, boo! love you!” Sierra called out with a smile as she walked away from you and looked over her shoulder to blow you a kiss while she headed off the exit, making you laugh while you shook your head and ultimately grinned.
“annoyin’ ass.” you chuckled to yourself before following the crowd and walking off of the bleachers, heading to the field and searching for the one and only Cameron Cade.
after searching for a few minutes, you eventually stumbled across Cameron, his back facing you while he talked to someone in front of him. grinning a little, you walked over to him and made sure to keep your footsteps quiet as you tugged on the hem of his jersey with both hands and Cameron’s head instantly swiveled around, his eyes landing on you while he smacked his lips.
“you childish as hell,” Cameron chuckled, cracking a smile, as you laughed and watched him turn around to face you, his 6’5” stature towering over you while he held his helmet in one of his hands, “you look good, big mama.”
you dressed in a simple black cropped sweater that stopped underneath your breasts and some high-waisted jeans that emphasized the curve of your ass and the thickness of your thighs. your braids were pulled back in a low ponytail and you left one braid on each side down in the front to add to your hairstyle. your lip combo was perfectly applied and smoothed across your lips, no smudge in sight.
if you two weren’t in public, Cameron would’ve pounced on you the moment he saw you.
“thank you, Cam,” you smiled, adjusting your purse on your shoulder, as Cameron smirked a little and nodded his head, “you did good tonight, by the way. out there puttin’ belt to ass and leavin’ niggas on the ground.”
“aye, tell ‘em come pick they dead homies up, you feel me?” Cameron smirked, proudly nodding his head, as he started flexing his biceps and your smile widened, his antics making you laugh, “and ain’t nobody forgot about that bet we made earlier this week either. you said five touchdowns and i went the extra mile just to make two mo’.”
“so you made two extra touchdowns just for me?” you asked in amusement as Cameron smirked proudly and nodded his head, “i’m impressed, Cam.”
“i needed you to know how serious i was about that bet. how serious i am about you,” Cameron’s voice lowered and he took a step closer to you as he reached up and cupped your jaw with his unoccupied hand, his thumb gently pressing against your cheek, “you gon’ stop playin’ and let a nigga get to know you, big mama?”
as hard as you tried to fight it, you couldn’t stop the wide smile that spread across your face and you let out a soft laugh as you studied his eyes and slowly nodded your head, “i guess you earned it after everything you did tonight. don’t let it go to yo’ head, though.”
“mhm, lemme’ come see you tonight then,” Cameron said lowly as he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb, “you stay on campus, don’t you?”
“yeah,” you answered, your voice unusually soft, as you slightly nodded, “i stay in that apartment building by the dining hall.”
“what room you stay in?”
“234.”
“bet. i’ma slide through there after this, a’ight? don’t go to sleep on me.”
“better hurry yo’ ass over to that building and i won’t.”
once you made it back to your apartment, you showered and changed into something more comfortable, which just so happened to be your pajamas. you wore a baby pink matching set that contained a button-up top that emphasized the fullness of your breasts and some shorts that your thick thighs ate up with every step you took. you were grateful the shorts were made of comfortable material or else you would’ve taken them off for constantly turning into panties every time you walked.
your braids were free from its ponytail and cascaded down your back and your lips were free from your lip combo, but they still held some shine since you put on some clear lip oil to keep them moisturized. speaking of moisturized, your body was just as moisturized as your lips were, your limbs coated in cocoa butter with your favorite scent of perfume on your pajamas mixing with the faint cocoa smell.
you didn’t do all that for Cameron, though, that was just how your nightly routine always went. you’d shower, dry off, moisturize, get dressed, and spray on some perfume before heading to your bedroom, and you’ve done it every night since you were a teen.
however, you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t double-check your appearance before leaving your bathroom.
you sat on the couch occupied on your phone with your TV softly playing “The Jamie Foxx Show” in the background, a lit-up candle with your favorite scent sitting in the middle of the coffee table and creating a cozy atmosphere. you were trying to distract yourself so you wouldn’t focus on the impending appearance of Cameron at your door, but it honestly wasn’t working.
you were nervous and you hated it, but you couldn’t help it. this would be the first time you and him would be alone together and you didn’t know what to expect from him, other than his casual flirting, of course.
before you could continue overthinking in anticipation about what was to come, three knocks sounded off your door and you raised your head from your phone as your eyes averted towards your door, your mind already knowing who could be at your door at almost 11 PM.
getting up from the couch, you sat your phone down and adjusted your shorts as you walked towards the door, unlocking it before pulling it open. your eyes landed on none other than Cameron Cade, who was standing at your door in a grey Nike tech with grey Nike sweatpants to match, his hood resting on his head while you caught a glimpse of the white tee under his partially zipped-up jacket. his cologne filled your nose as he stood in front of you with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his signature smirk on his face while his colored eyes traveled over you.
“‘bout time you got here.” you joked, a small grin creeping onto your face, as you stepped to the side and allowed him in, a soft chuckle falling from his lips while he stepped inside your apartment.
“if you missed a nigga or some, that’s all you had to say, big mama,” Cameron smirked, pulling his hood off of his head, as you playfully rolled your eyes and your grin slightly widened while you shut and locked the door behind him, “yo’ roommate here?”
“nah, Sierra gone for the night. she don’t usually come back after football games.” you answered as the two of you entered the living room and walked towards the couch.
“damn, she yo’ roommate, too? that’s yo’ guard dog, fo’real.” Cameron laughed in amusement as you smacked your lips and laughed with him while the two of you sat down on your couch.
“stop callin’ her that, she damn near like my sister,” you chuckled as you leaned forward and sat your phone on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch, “even if she is annoyin’ sometimes.”
“sometimes?” Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked at you like you had two heads, making you snort before bursting out laughing.
“alright, Cam, damn, not too much on my girl!” you laughed as Cameron laughed and his lips curled up into a grin while he raised his hands in surrender.
“a’ight, a’ight, i’ll leave yo’ guard dog— i mean, yo’ best friend alone,” Cameron chuckled as he smirked a little and unexpectedly grabbed your thick legs, pulling them across his lap while he adjusted his hips into a manspread, “i should be focusin’ on the reason i’m over here anyway.”
your eyebrows raised at his action but you didn’t move. in fact, you adjusted your legs on his lap to make them more comfortable instead of pulling them off of him, making his smirk widen once he sensed your compliance.
“so what’s the reason you over here?” you rhetorically asked, grinning a little, as Cameron smacked his lips and gave you a knowing look, his hand resting on top of your knee while his other arm rested on the back of the couch behind your head.
“play crazy if you want to,” Cameron chuckled softly, shaking his head a little, as you laughed and your grin widened, “you know i’m here for yo’ pretty ass, girl.”
“i actually got a question, Cam.” you admitted as you shifted a little and turned to face him, keeping your legs draped across his lap.
“wassup?” Cameron asked, his voice low, as his thumb stroked your knee and his eyes remained fixated on yours, not once looking away from your face.
“why you want me outta’ all the girls here? like, it be bitches throwin’ themselves at you on the regular and you still be all up on me like youn’ see ‘em.” you inquired, curiosity in your tone, as you raised an eyebrow and Cameron chuckled, a smirk resting on his face.
“what, you think i’m easy or some shit?” Cameron asked, feigning offense, as his eyebrows furrowed and you laughed, rolling your eyes at his interpretation.
“you know damn well that’s not what i was implyin’, nigga.” you laughed as Cameron smiled at you before laughing with you.
“i know it ain’t, i just like fuckin’ with you,” Cameron cockily grinned as he gently squeezed your knee, “here’s the thing though, them bitches only want me ‘cause i look good and i’m a good ass athlete. they don’t want nothin’ serious with me fo’real, they just wanna fuck me and brag about it in they lil’ group-chats. i don’t know about the rest of these niggas, but i ain’t ‘bout to just fuck any girl that’s throwin’ pussy at me, you feel me?”
“you ain’t like them. you smart as hell and got your priorities straight. you pretty as fuck and you nice ass company, too. it feel good talkin’ to a girl who got gears turnin’ in her head for once,” Cameron grinned, making you laugh at his comment while you smiled at him, “i ain’t tryna’ go on no ‘you just different’ ass rant like the rest of these lame ass niggas do, but i’m on you ‘cause you real. you one of the realest people i know and that shit attractive as hell. you probably one of the only girls on campus that ain’t easy ‘cause you be curvin’ the fuck outta’ me.”
“clearly you don’t give a damn about me curvin’ you ‘cause that never stopped you from flirtin’ with me.” you laughed as you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms, earning a chuckle from Cameron while he smirked at you.
“i’m glad i ain’t stop ‘cause look where it got me,” Cameron cockily smirked as he gently squeezed your knee again and his arm behind your head moved from the couch to the back of your neck, his hand making contact with your shoulder and slightly pulling you closer, “got me in yo’ apartment sittin’ on yo’ couch with them legs in my lap.”
you were now hyperaware of how close you and him had gotten since you started talking, and it only clicked once his cologne started flooding your nostrils again. the room filled with comfortable silence after Cameron’s words, the only sound being the soft advertisements coming from your TV. neither of you looked away from each other, and you honestly felt like you couldn’t because of how intensely he was staring at you.
he was starting to grow on you and you could feel it.
“sit on my lap.” the sound of Cameron’s demand broke you out of the trance his colored eyes had you in and a look of confusion crossed your face as your eyebrows furrowed and you let out a laugh of surprise.
“what?—”
“you heard me,” Cameron murmured as your eyes searched his face and you noticed how serious he was, which silenced the laugh you had brewing in your chest, “c’mere, big mama.”
as much as you hated to admit it, his nickname for you was starting to grow on you just as much as he was. usually when he called you ‘big mama’, you’d laugh or roll your eyes at him, but this time? this time was different.
as soon as the words ‘big mama’ left his mouth, you felt a faint ache between your legs.
reluctantly, you moved from your position on the couch and went to sit on Cameron’s lap like he asked, your thick thighs surrounding both of his while his hands rested on your hips and your hands found his shoulders.
“and don’t hover,” Cameron warned as you met his gaze and sheepishly grinned, knowing that he caught you about to full-on hover atop his lap instead of sitting on it like he wanted, “sit all the way down.”
“Cameron—”
“what i say?” Cameron raised an eyebrow at you and leaned his head back against the back of the couch to get a good look at you, “sit yo’ pretty ass all the way down, girl, i’m not playin’.”
“…i don’t wanna hurt you.” you mumbled, continuing to hover above his lap, as Cameron looked at you in disbelief and laughed in amusement, his grip slightly tightening on your hips.
you weren’t insecure about you weight. you used to be when you were younger, but as you grew up, you found the beauty in yourself and built your confidence up. however, the thought of putting all your weight on someone made you nervous. wouldn’t you be too heavy for them? would that not be an uncomfortable experience for them? would they even be able to fully support your weight? would you end up hurting them in the process?
so many questions would always run through your mind when it came down to sitting on someone’s lap, letting someone pick you up, and letting someone carry you, but Cameron wasn’t trying to hear any of it. he wanted to show you that he could handle you, but you were still hesitant and he noticed it immediately.
“girl, i hip-thrust shit heavier than you and you think you gon’ hurt me?” Cameron asked in amusement, raising his eyebrows, as he gently squeezed your hips, “i’m not gon’ tell you to sit down again ‘cause if i do, i’ma make you.”
your eyebrows raised in surprise at his words and a small grin pulled at the corners of your mouth as you hesitantly lowered yourself down onto Cameron’s lap, making sure not to hover so you didn’t have to listen to another pep-talk.
as you sat your weight on his lap, you started getting comfortable in the new position. truth be told, you’d never trusted anyone enough to sit on their lap before until now, so all of this was new for you. it wasn’t a bad feeling though. it just felt… warm, and it made your stomach flutter a little at the feeling.
“how much do you hip-thrust, Cam?” you asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow, as Cameron chuckled and cockily smirked at you, his thumbs rubbing your hips.
“a lot,” Cameron shrugged, making you smack your lips at his vague answer, “enough to handle you, big mama.”
you smacked your lips again and let out a hearty laugh at his answer, “oh, my God, you lame as fuck.”
“you on my lap, though, so i can’t be too lame, right?” Cameron smirked, raising an eyebrow, as his hands moved from your hips to your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze, making your hands shoot to his forearms.
“don’t push your luck, nigga.” you chuckled as Cameron’s smirk widened and his tilted his head a little, his colored eyes peering up at you mischievously.
“you sittin’ on my lap and you think i ain’t gon’ grab some of that ass?” Cameron chuckled, squeezing your ass again, as your grip tightened on his forearms in response, “you lucky i’m not hard with you sittin’ on me like this.”
your eyebrows raised in surprise — at his words and at the fact that he wasn’t hard — and you watched Cameron’s eyes wander across your body, his gaze moving from your big breasts to your chunky waist and down to your thick hips. his eyes rested there for a moment and occasionally flickered down to where you were seated on his lap, which was honestly starting to make him hard even though he wasn’t before.
the casualness in the atmosphere of the room was gradually shifting into something more and sexual tension was slowly seeping its way into the air, but it didn’t surprise you. you were honestly expecting it the moment he arrived, but it arrived later than you expected.
“Y/N,” the sound of your name coming from Cameron completely caught you off guard, and it was evident in your face. any other time he was referring to you, he’d just call you ‘big mama’, so hearing him say your name wasn’t necessarily a common thing, “can i kiss you?”
“huh?” the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them, a small furrow forming between your eyebrows at Cameron’s question.
“stop playin’ and gimme’ a damn kiss, Y/N,” Cameron chuckled lowly, taking a hand off your hip, as he reached up and gently grabbed your jaw, pulling your face down to his but pausing before his lips could touch yours, “i’m not gon’ kiss you ‘til you let me know i can.”
your eyes lingered in his before flickering down to his lips, practically staring at his mouth while you contemplated the decision you were going to make. honestly, you didn’t think too long or too hard because your lips were on his before you knew it, the two of you kissing passionately while your hands moved upward from his forearms to his biceps.
his hand left your jaw and wrapped around your neck instead, holding it with enough pressure to make you hot and bothered while he deepened the kiss. his other hand remained on your ass and he grabbed a handful of both cheeks as he pushed your hips further down into his lap, making you feel his erection through his sweatpants.
“you feel that?” Cameron murmured against your lips as he purposefully shifted his hips underneath you and made his erection press harder against you, “feel what yo’ pretty ass do to me, big mama?”
“Cameron,” you gasped softly, your voice sounding breathless, as you pulled away from the kiss and looked down at your connected hips before looking back to his face, your eyes searching his, “how… how the hell did you get hard that fast?”
Cameron didn’t say a word, but the wide shit-eating smirk on his face said more than he ever could. his hand left from around your throat and his other hand left your ass as he securely wrapped his arms around you and stood up with you against him, holding you up with ease while his hands shifted to your thighs to properly hold you.
“Cam!” you exclaimed in surprise as you tightly gripped his shoulders and he let out a soft chuckle of amusement at your reaction while he continued holding you like you weighed nothing.
“you done playin’ with me like i can’t handle you?” Cameron asked, raising his eyebrows, as you looked down at him and reluctantly nodded your head, a smile creeping onto your face.
who were you to keep playing with a fine ass man who was skinner than you yet could lift you like you were as light as a feather?
“okay, you made your point. i ain’t gon’ play with you no more, Cam.” you smiled as Cameron cockily grinned and leaned in, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before pulling back.
“good, now tell me where yo’ room at so i can keep makin’ my point.”
never in a million years did you think you’d finally cave to Cameron’s advances, but here you were now: naked as hell and spread out across your bed while a shirtless Cameron licked you clean from your second orgasm, both of which were caused by that mouth of his.
guess his mouth had other abilities than talking shit.
“fuck,” you breathed out as you watched Cameron rise up from between your thighs, the lower half of his face completely soaked with your cum while he licked his lips, “i ain’t know you could eat pussy like that, Cam.”
“you wasn’t supposed to know,” Cameron chuckled as he climbed off of the bed, “it would’ve ruined the surprise.”
you laughed breathlessly as you watched him undress, your eyes drinking him in while he pulled off his sweatpants and boxers and exposed his dick.
“you got a condom?” Cameron asked as he climbed back onto the bed and hovered above you, his hands beside your head to balance his weight while his necklaces dangled above your face.
“it’s a box in that drawer. don’t ask how many’s in it ‘cause i forgot.” you answered with a small chuckle as you gestured towards your nightstand on the left of you, making Cameron chuckle while he leaned over and pulled open the drawer.
“how many niggas you done had in this room not to remember how many condoms you got left?” Cameron joked, pulling out a condom, as he shut the drawer and you smacked your lips before straight-facing him.
“Cameron, don’t fuckin’ play with me, nigga.” you retorted, a small furrow between your eyebrows, as Cameron met your gaze and he smiled a little, giving you a brief kiss on the lips before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
“i’m sorry, big mama.” Cameron cooed, pulling the condom out of its wrapper, as he tossed the wrapper onto the floor and rolled the condom onto his dick while you cracked a smile at his apology.
“i’ll accept your apology when you fuck me.” you smirked as Cameron’s eyes instantly flickered up to your face and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“shit, you ain’t gotta’ tell me twice.” Cameron adjusted his body between your legs and his hand gripped one of your chunky thighs to pull your legs further apart as his other hand guided his dick towards your pussy, teasingly sliding the tip against your clit before placing it at your entrance.
he slid in slow, not wanting to rush it or unintentionally hurt you. as he pushed in, your jaw dropped at the stretch his dick was creating inside you, your hands practically clinging to his biceps while his hips continued pushing forward. he stopped once he was halfway in and his eyes searched your face as he looked down at you.
“you good? want me to keep goin’?” Cameron asked softly, intently studying your face, as you let out a heavy breath and slowly nodded your head.
“you… y-you can keep goin’, Cam.” and keep going, he did.
as he pushed further and further, he eventually buried all of his inches inside your walls, a deep groan falling from his lips while his eyebrows furrowed a little.
“fuck, you wet as hell,” Cameron groaned as his hands gripped your thighs and hiked them up to his waist, beginning to slowly rock his hips back and forth, “this pussy so fuckin’ good and i ain’t even been in it for five minutes.”
you moaned at his words and one of your hands left his biceps as you reached up and grabbed his jaw, pulling him down for a hungry kiss. your hands cupped his face and his grip tightened on your thighs as his chest pressed against yours, your hardened nipples brushing up against his skin while you tilted your head and deepened the kiss.
Cameron’s strokes gradually sped up and as they did, your ability to kiss back slowly diminished, your jaw going slack while blissful moans and needy whimpers poured from your parted mouth. Cameron’s eyes flickered open and he stared down at you as he stroked you, his lip tucked between his teeth while he admired your love faces.
“you so pretty, baby. so fuckin’ pretty with this dick inside you,” Cameron murmured as his hands moved from your thighs to the back of your knees and he pulled both of your chunky legs over his shoulders, making you gasp loudly, “shit, you sound even prettier moanin’ for me. you ain’t ever gettin’ rid of me after this, big mama.”
you couldn’t speak. hell, your mouth couldn’t even form words. all you could do was moan, and Cameron was enjoying every little sound you were making with his signature smirk sitting right on his pretty ass face.
the minute he pulled your legs on his shoulders, you knew he was about to make up for all the times you curved him. you could feel him even deeper inside you at this angle, and you were damn near seeing stars from his strokes. your hands clung to his arms to anchor yourself and his hands rested beside your head as he thrusted into you with a passionate yet quick pace, his dick hitting all your sweet spots deep inside of you with each buck of his hips.
“C-Camerooooon!” you whined desperately, your eyebrows furrowing, as your eyes rolled back and your head fell back against your pillows, your body rocking underneath his with each push and pull of his hips while your nails left crescent-shaped markings in his skin.
“i know, baby, i know. feels good, don’t it, big mama?” Cameron cooed, cockily smirking at you, as he leaned down and pressed soft kisses on your face, his lips trailing along your face from your cheeks to your chin and your ajar lips, “this pussy huggin’ the fuck out my dick, pretty girl. she needed to be fucked by a nigga who knew what to do wit’ her, didn’t she?”
Cameron pulled his head back a little and looked between the two of you, watching the way his dick pushed and pulled out of you while your essence coated every inch of him, “mhm, look at that. look at how she grippin’ me, baby. she actin’ like she don’t want me to leave her.”
you damn near ascended under him. it was like he was trying to take your soul and your body was putting up no fight to make him stop. you were practically turning into mush underneath him, your noises becoming less and less coherent while your eyes rolled back so far your irises were no longer visible.
“o-ohhh— fuuuuck— nnnnngh!” you brokenly cried out, your voice cracking, as your eyebrows furrowed deeply and the bridge of your nose scrunched up a little, your stomach muscles beginning to tighten up and your breathing starting to quicken.
“breathe for me, baby, c’mon,” Cameron cooed softly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “in and out for me — real slow, a’ight? look at me while you do it.”
your hooded eyes dazedly met his gaze and you started fixing your breathing like he asked, which only intensified the pleasure that was coursing through your entire being. you didn’t know what had overcome Cameron, but you figured that since this was the first time you hadn’t curved him, he was going to take advantage of it and make you feel the best you ever had.
and boy, was he doing the job right.
“and you was so scared that you was gon’ break me… shit, it sound like i’m breakin’ you, big mama.” Cameron cockily smirked, his colored eyes peering down at you, as a grin slowly spread across your face and you giggled through your pleasurable gaze, but it was soon cut short by a loud gasp that ripped through your chest from your impending orgasm — and it was coming fast.
“Ca—Cam!” you whimpered desperately, your legs beginning to shake on his shoulders, as Cameron’s eyes searched your face and it immediately clicked in his mind what was about to happen, making his smirk widen, “i-i’m finna— i’m fffffinna— fuuuck, i-i’m ‘bout t-t-to—”
you couldn’t even get your damn words out because it felt like you were about to explode, but Cameron knew what you meant. he could tell by the way that your breathing had picked up again and how your body was trembling that you were about wet him up more than you did when he ate your pussy — and he was willing to drown in your essence for as long as he could.
“i know, baby, i know you ‘bout to cum. gon’ ahead and cum on yo’ dick, big mama, it’s all yours to have. show me how good i’m fuckin’ you and wet this shit up like a good girl.”
