Page 134 of His Big Bad Stick

He’s so much taller than me. That means his heavy cock touches my back and slithers all the way down against my ass.

Colver looks at me in the mirror.

It might be the most intense stare I’ve ever felt from him.

It doesn’t scare me at all but it sure as hell makes me shake.

I get it.

He could have felt and seen my small baby bump and taken off.

He didn’t. He’s not.

He’s here…

Using his right hand, he touches my right ass cheek and then slides under.

I press back, offering myself.

Colver bends his knees and eases his cock between my legs.

I feel the intense swell of him as he pushes against my body.

I’m sopping wet, more ready than I have ever been.

As soon as he thrusts, welcoming himself into my warm threshold, I reach back with my left hand and grab at his muscular leg, my nails wanting to scratch, dig, slice.

Colver’s right hand touches my stomach.

His massive hand cradling the new baby bump.

I feel so unsure… but his cock has a way of fixing that.

Sliding deep into me, I throw my head back and cry out to the ceiling in the bathroom.

Colver pumps himself. Hard.

“Yes,” I purr.

His left hand climbs up the front of my body, cupping my left boob.

Taking me. Holding me.

Fucking me. Yet caring for me.

Something both of us are not used to at all.

He moves slow. So fucking slow.

It’s exactly what I need right now.

Feeling every thick, throbbing inch of him.

After the best minute or so of my day (so far), Colver exits my body.

I groan in a voice I’ve never made before.

Colver spins me around.

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