Page 49 of His Big Bad Stick

I growl again and finally allow my tongue to taste her clit.

Her small, pearled nub presents itself more and more with each stroke of my tongue.

When I cut left to right, Abrielle jumps and cries out.

It pisses me off that she’s never felt this before.

No man out there knows how to properly tongue fuck a woman’s clit?

My jaw tightens with annoyance.

I’m always annoyed, but that’s okay.

At least right now I can be annoyed and drink the lusty honey dripping from Abrielle’s body.

My hands move from her hips to her back.

Up until I feel the small clasp of her bra.

I twist and then quickly move my hands to her chest. Feeling her breasts against my touch. Her budded nipples.

I curl my fingers, hard.

Abrielle groans louder and places her hands to mine. She digs her fingers in between my fingers. She wants me to ease up on my grip.

I move my hands from her breasts, back down her body.

My thumbs meet at her belly button.

I don’t know why but I stop right there.

My tongue moves faster, more rampant.

Now I need her to come. I have to taste her warm gush of pleasure…

Abrielle’s hips grind.

She cries out, reaches for a pillow and places it over her face.

Oh, fuck that, kitten.

I grab for the pillow and throw it across the cabin.

I pull my mouth from her body.

“Don’t ever hide your screams with me, kitten,” I say. “I’m going to eat your cunt until you scream and finish.”

Abrielle whimpers.

I pick up where I left off.

Seconds later Abrielle lets out a scream.

She suddenly jumps…

Her feet press to the floor, up on her toes. The lower half of her body bucks up into the air. She grabs for the blankets on the floor.

And the moves… oh, fuck…

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