Page 40 of His Big Bad Stick

I break down crying, telling him about my life. About what’s happened. What I’ve become.

As soon as he hears everything, he pulls to the side of the road.

We’re in the middle of nowhere.

Colver grabs me and pulls me toward him.

He pulls me on top of him.

He’s touching me, holding me… his hands are everywhere, all at the same time.

The push of a button and his seat reclines and slides back.

I reach down and cup the massive bulge between his legs.

Then we speed it up.

He scrambles to open his jeans and push them down.

I move and kick and hurry to take my pants and panties off.

At one point my bare ass slaps the horn and it beeps.

I laugh. Colver doesn’t.

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down for a kiss.

We kiss.

His insanely thick cock touches between my legs.

I’m soaked and throbbing. I cannot remember the last time I felt actual pleasure.

Maybe never.

Maybe I’ve been waiting all along for this moment.

Colver’s cock pressing against me. Colver’s cock entering me.

Colver pulling me down, making my body accept all of him.

I gasp and clench. I try to thrust but my legs won’t move.

It just feels too good…

That’s where the dream ends.

Each and every time.

The first few times I open my eyes it’s dark so I just go back to sleep.

I avoid anything that can appear as reality.

I just want to sleep.

Until finally it’s light out.

Or at least it’s getting light out.

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