Page 51 of His Big Bad Stick

There’s plenty for me to hold and her to suck.

She’s looking at my cock with surprise and maybe a little worry.

It’s okay, kitten. It’ll fit. I promise it’ll fit.

“Colver,” she purrs with her mouth an inch from the tip of my cock.

“Use your mouth for something other than talking,” I say.

I release my grip on my cock.

Abrielle slides her hands up my stomach and under my shirt, wanting it off.

That much I can do for her.

I use one hand to take my shirt off.

Her eyes grow wide.

She quickly realizes there’s a difference between muscle at eighteen and violent muscle after a long professional hockey career.

I touch the top of Abrielle’s head and move her closer to me.

Her lips touch the head of my cock.

She kisses. Teases.

Her mouth opens. Her tongue flicks.

She’s nervous and playful.

That’s okay. Only for a few seconds though.

Abrielle opens her mouth more. And more.

I slide my cock into her mouth. I feel her tongue against the bottom of my shaft. Pressing. Moving a little. Her teeth very faintly scraping the top of my shaft, just for a split second. She opens her mouth even more.

“There you go, kitten,” I growl. “Nice and easy. Sorry about your jaw hurting later.”

But I’m not really sorry.

I want her jaw to ache as much as between her legs.

Leave her thinking about me for hours and days.

Let her face the man who gave her that diamond ring… knowing my cock has been stuffed down her throat and in her cunt…

I exhale with a low rumble as Abrielle takes more of me into her mouth.

She keeps going.

Slowly pulling back a little.

Taking more.

Easing herself yet taking care of me.

I have to admit. The muscles in the back of my legs tighten.

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