Page 133 of His Big Bad Stick

His right hand touches my stomach. My slightly popped out stomach.

He kisses my shoulder. His teeth graze my skin.

Always with that slight hint of total control.

I love it.

He kisses to my neck.

I watch him in the reflection of the mirror.

My entire body trembles.

His left hand touches the clasp of my bra and he twists with ease, just once, and my bra is open.

“Not sure the right thing to say here, kitten,” he whispers to me. “So I’ll just handle this in another way.”

Colver uses the tip of his nose to nudge my bra strap down my right shoulder.

My boobs feel slightly heavier. They’re definitely very tender. Sometimes they ache randomly. It’s an odd feeling because sometimes it feels as though I’m about to get my period. But that’s not going to happen. No way.

My bra falls down my arms.

Colver moves me from the sink and turns me toward him.

I stand with my upper back tight and slightly arched, showing him my boobs.

His mouth drops down to my left breast, going right for my nipple.

His lips touch. I shiver some more.

His mouth opens and he takes my entire boob into his mouth and pulls.

“Oh, Colver,” I groan.

With a wet kissing sound, his mouth pops free and he pushes me to face the sink again.

Then he steps behind me.

My eyes grow wide as I stare at him in the mirror.

Behind me.

His hands touch my hips. Touch the top of my panties. Fingertips grasping, clasping, pulling.

Guiding them down until I can take over and step my way out.

Naked. Fully naked.

Exactly what Colver had been hoping for when I walked out wearing that towel.

Colver opens his jeans. The sound of the zipper makes my inner thighs tighten.

I’m groaning just thinking about Colver touching me with his cock.

A second later, I feel him.

His body against mine.

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