Page 47 of His Big Bad Stick

I suck in a breath and find myself arching my back. Wanting more.

Colver’s pointer finger circles around my erect nipple.

“Fuck, kitten, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growls at me. “Looking at these tits hidden in your shirt. Walking around in hoodies with no bra on. Fucking bathing suits…”

He growls louder.

His mouth drops down and he sucks on my boob.

My jaw drops.

His mouth is aggressive. His tongue is mean.

His teeth grab and bite.

“Colver!” I cry out.

His mouth jumps from my boob and he moves down.

No kisses. No teasing.

He knows what he wants and he’s going for it.

I lift my hips off the floor as Colver is down there.

My pants and panties slide down my legs in one swift move.

Down. And off.

Colver then stops.

He stares.

I bite my bottom lip.

His hands touch my knees. Then the insides of my knees.

“Look at you,” Colver says. “Fuck. Plump and juicy.”

I’m not sure any other guy in the world could look between my legs and use the words plump and juicy.

“I’ve wanted to taste your soaking-wet cunt for so fucking long…”

Chills race through my body.

A sense of shock hits me as Colver inches forward.

This is really going to happen.

Colver’s evil, mean, awful tongue is about to lick between my legs.

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Colver

I lick Abrielle’s honeypot, the exact way you’d think someone would do after waiting what feels like a lifetime for what seems like a forbidden taste.

Abrielle’s body is anything but forbidden.

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