Page 170 of His Big Bad Stick

Colver slides a finger into me and I groan again.

“Good morning, kitten,” Colver growls.

I gently rock my hips and smile. “Good morning to you…”

His cock thickens, hardens. He swells against my back, showing me his size.

Not that I need a reminder of Colver’s size.

I reach down and touch his wrist. “No more touching, Colver.”

“What?” he growls.

I turn my head and look at him.

Those sexy, evil eyes of his.

Torturous eyes.

“Fuck me, Colver,” I whisper. “Fuck me slow and gentle.”

He grits his teeth and gives me a slight smirk.

He touches my inner leg as I open for him.

Moving slow and gentle - just like I asked - he nestles himself between my legs.

His thick, hard cock, greeting itself to me.

Its own version of a good morning kiss. A hard thrust, entering me, then stopping.

Colver kisses the back of my shoulder.

I’m already breathing heavy. It feels so good already.

Colver’s left hand follows the curves - new and old - up my body and he grabs for my boob. It’s heavy. Really heavy. I get why women have back issues with pregnancy and other things. Between my stomach and my boobs, I feel hunched forward, desperate for a sense of relief.

But I’m getting relieved right now.

Colver squeezes my boob.

He presses himself forward, sliding deep into me.

He knows how I like it in the morning.

Slow. Soft. Gentle.

The two of us groaning at one another.

Stealing a kiss here and there.

He’ll move over on top of me while I’m on my side.

A total power move, leaving me feeling so vulnerable yet sexy.

He’ll flirt with my boobs. He’ll suckle gently on my nipples.

We’ll kiss over and over.