Page 54 of His Big Bad Stick

I’ve never felt anything like Colver.

That’s not just some caught up in the moment cliché thing either.

My legs tremble as I hover over him.

I can’t imagine there’s much more to put inside me, but then I look down and see that I’m only halfway there.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as I watch his thick cock rip me open.

I feel it too.

Being spread. Being… stretched…

That intense feeling.

I’ll admit, at first it felt like a dull burning but that went away fast.

In its place is a warmth. A pleasure.

Straight to my core and into the depths of my belly.

All the signals going off, calling for another orgasm.

My hips buck and rock as that feeling hits me hard again.

Somewhere in my head I picture myself standing at a whiteboard with a large, black marker. And I draw a second line.

That’s two! How many more to go?

I lift myself up but Colver pulls me down.

“Your cunt is the best I’ve ever fucking felt, kitten,” Colver growls at me.

I have no clue if he’s lying to me or not. Nor do I care.

In this moment… my God.

His hands are massive, holding me at my ribs.

He’s like a monster holding me. Moving me up and down as I come.

I finally can’t take anymore and I cry out his name and collapse forward.

My hips rock forward with force, making his cock exit me.

I’m humping his pubic hair, unable to control myself as my body just keeps pulsing.

I feel his heavy cock slap against my lower back and my butt.

Wet, throbbing, ready for more.

“I’m sorry,” I groan. “You’re just… it’s more than I’ve ever had…”

Colver’s hands move up to my chest, cupping my boobs.

His hands engulf them.

He squeezes and gently kneads…

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