Page 117 of His Big Bad Stick

“No fucking way,” Colver says. He pulls my hand away from my mouth. “Scream, kitten. Scream so loud the neighbors call the fucking police.”

His hands slide over my breasts, then he cups and squeezes.

They’ve been aching all day long.

The attention feels amazing.

As does Colver’s cock deep inside me.

It takes me a few moments to adjust to him but then…

My hips move like they’ve never moved before.

It seemed impossible that the sex we had in his cabin could be topped.

I was wrong.

Very fucking wrong.

Colver fucks so good it makes you think you love him.

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My hands cradle her perfect, round ass in my hands.

My cock throbs.

Abrielle is breathing heavily onto my right shoulder. Kissing. Biting. Hot groans still escaping her.

I move my hands up to the small of her back, digging, feeling her moving.

Around her body and up to her tits once more.

She’s perfect. She’s beautiful.

Abrielle moves away from my shoulder, her head falling back. I have her in total submission right now. Yet she’s the one on top of me.

My thumbs graze against her knotted nipples.

My hands move around to her back again.

As my mouth takes her entire left breast in, I growl.

I pull away a second later.

Now comes the moment when I have to pick Abrielle up and off my cock.

The worst part of my day… even though I just got suspended from playing hockey. Even though articles and stories and whatever else are being posted all over social media and on the biggest sports sites and shows.

A slight agreement is that the Frost should have traded me last year when there was an opening. Wondering if my trade value is what it used to be. That, sure, even though I’m one of the top players in the league, I’m not truly a star. Or a leader. That I’m a liability to the team and the players and how much more can anyone take…?

I lift Abrielle up and she whimpers once more.

I stand up, holding her.

Her next destination is her last one for the night. My bed.

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