Page 46 of His Big Bad Stick

Colver turns and walks me into his cabin like a gluttonous caveman with a meal wrapped up in his arms.

He kicks the heavy front door shut.

Now we’re really kissing. Full on making out.

I’m clawing at the back of his neck, fearing that he’s going to come to his senses and stop.

He’s right. Throwing that stupid ring into the woods doesn’t really mean much.

What about my heart? What about what I want for once? Huh?

Fuck everything around me.

I’m taking what I want for once. I’m getting what I need for once.

Are feelings going to get hurt in the process?

Boo-fucking-hoo…

I fear that Colver kissing me is slightly turning me into him. Like his tongue is a dagger, injecting venom into me.

Oh, God, who cares! Inject me, Colver! Fucking inject everything everywhere!

I let out a loud groan as I break our kiss.

His lips and tongue aren’t ready for a rest.

They latch onto my neck.

I feel a tight pull and I cry out.

There’s that slight twinge of my skin hurting.

I know instantly Colver has left a mark on my neck.

It’s so fucking hot. It’s so fucking wild and dirty in a way too.

Colver takes me to where he slept, placing me down on the floor. On blankets that smell of a mix of his cabin and himself. My hands fall to the floor, grabbing for the blankets.

Colver hovers over me.

“I want everything, kitten,” he says. “Do you understand that? I’m going to lick it and fuck it and savor it until I’m done.”

I gasp for a breath and think I nod.

I can’t be sure.

There’s a slight state of lusty paralysis that takes over my body.

Colver lifts my shirt up, all the way up and over my bra and my boobs.

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.

His right hand grabs the top of my bra, left boob side, and he pulls.

Just like that, my left boob is in his huge, strong grasp.

He cups under my boob and squeezes. Hard.

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