Page 107 of His Big Bad Stick

My hands shake a little. My teeth chatter.

My heart races.

Colver’s fingers slide along my legs, down to my ankles, helping me stand on one foot at a time. Taking my pants completely off.

He then grabs the sides of my panties and pulls.

I groan loudly and stumble forward.

I feel Colver’s face press against my body. His nose nudging between my legs. Against my panties.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.

Colver moves his head back and forth, teasing me.

He’s teasing my clit with his nose… through my panties…

It doesn’t seem very fair that he’s so good at this, but at the same time, what the hell do I care? He’s doing it to me.

He finally starts to pull my panties down.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Colver then looks up at me.

Evil in his sexy eyes.

His left hand grabs at my hip. Tight. Forcefully.

His right hand moves to the front of my panties and he pulls.

Our eyes lock tight as he tears my panties down my legs.

My jaw is quivering.

This is just so… intense…

I step out of my panties and I’m all Colver’s.

Whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.

His right hand touches my belly. Ever so gently. Softly. Caring.

A different kind of chill moves through my body.

He evil eyes… his protective touch…

He moves forward and strokes his tongue between my legs.

I whimper and thrust my hips, grinding against his mouth.

The surge in cravings makes me shake.

I’ve been waiting for this again. Waiting for more of him.

Wanting and wondering and…

“Oh, Colver,” I groan.

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