Page 48 of His Big Bad Stick

She’s ripe. She’s ready.

She’s quivering after one stroke of my tongue between her legs.

There hasn’t been a real man between her legs… possibly ever.

My hands press at her inner thighs.

There’s something I have to do next.

A theory… an idea… maybe even a fantasy of mine…

My tongue slides along her wet labia with ease. She’s sweeter than I could have ever imagined.

I squeeze my hands. My thumbs press against tender flesh, against tightening muscle.

Abrielle lets out a groan and jumps.

I press again.

She shivers and calls out my name.

Then she giggles.

Yes, I’ve wanted to know that all this time. I wanted to know if she’s ticklish or not.

I quickly move my hands up to her curved hips - what a fucking woman she blossomed into - and I pull.

I need her cunt as close as possible.

A growl escapes my throat as I dive back in for more.

I can’t help but savor her. Suckling her labia. Thrusting my tongue against her entrance, tasting her. Feeling her throbbing, swelling, clenching against the tip of my tongue. I place my entire mouth over her, close my lips and pull away with the loudest, wettest kissing sound I can make.

I then move up and loudly kiss her soft, smooth mound.

Fuck. As perfect as I’ve wondered all these years.

I drop down once more and use my nose to dig for her sweet clit.

Not hard to find at all.

Abrielle is beyond ready.

Her wet, pink hood quivers.

I nuzzle my nose against her clit, savoring her flavor.

I can never forget her. I never will forget her.

This is a one-time exchange. That’s all.

I’ll eat her until she comes. I’ll fuck her until she can’t walk.

Then I’ll save her and fix her life like I did all those years ago.

And I’ll never talk to her again.

I’ll have no reason to talk to her again.

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