He jerks forward and pulls back really quick.
In that moment I realize he’s getting… bigger…
Swelling. Readying.
“Oh, fuck,” I say out loud.
I stare at the ceiling of the cabin and feel that intense pulse of Colver’s amazing cock as he starts to finish.
Pushing deep into me and releasing.
There’s so much of him in more ways than one, my body can’t keep up.
I try to wrap my legs around his body but I can barely move.
I simply leave my legs open as wide as I can and let him fuck me as he spills himself deep into my core.
My nails scratch at the back of his neck and his huge shoulders.
I claw up to his hair as he’s focused on my boobs again.
Moving from one to another, kissing and growling while his cock throbs over and over.
Part of me wishes I had this kind of attention all the time.
Imagine years of this style of fucking…
My toes curl and I lift my hips, wanting him to keep going.
Would it be wrong to want to just live in this cabin for the rest of my life, naked, on the floor, letting Colver fuck me again and again until the end of time?
Colver sits with his back against the couch and a part of the blanket over his cock.
I can easily see the shape of his thickness through the blanket.
I never knew it was possible for a man to look so full and hard when flaccid.
As for me, I’m curled up with pillows and blankets on the floor, on my side.
Colver’s left hand has been touching and playing with my hair for the last minute or so. I don’t want to say anything to him because I don’t want him to stop.
“Let’s try this again, kitten,” he finally speaks. He takes his hand away from my hair. “Who do I have to kill?”
I shut my eyes and swallow hard.
Of course we have to talk about this stuff.
The reality of why I tracked down Colver. The reason why I’m in his cabin.
I look at my bandaged arm.
“I want to be clear that he didn’t do this to me,” I say. “At least not directly.”
“He still hurt you,” Colver says.
“I have an art gallery. Or at least I did have an art gallery.”
Colver looks at me and lifts and eyebrow.