Chapter 13

13

Abrielle

He's in me.

I'm on him.

He's… huge…

The size of his cock fits the size of his body and his attitude.

I've never felt anything like Colver.

That's not just some caught up in the moment cliché thing either.

My legs tremble as I hover over him.

I can't imagine there's much more to put inside me, but then I look down and see that I'm only halfway there.

"Oh, fuck," I groan as I watch his thick cock rip me open.

I feel it too.

Being spread. Being… stretched…

That intense feeling.

I'll admit, at first it felt like a dull burning but that went away fast.

In its place is a warmth. A pleasure.

Straight to my core and into the depths of my belly.

All the signals going off, calling for another orgasm.

My hips buck and rock as that feeling hits me hard again.

Somewhere in my head I picture myself standing at a whiteboard with a large, black marker. And I draw a second line.

That's two! How many more to go?

I lift myself up but Colver pulls me down.

"Your cunt is the best I've ever fucking felt, kitten," Colver growls at me.

I have no clue if he's lying to me or not. Nor do I care.

In this moment… my God.

His hands are massive, holding me at my ribs.

He's like a monster holding me. Moving me up and down as I come.

I finally can't take anymore and I cry out his name and collapse forward.

My hips rock forward with force, making his cock exit me.

I'm humping his pubic hair, unable to control myself as my body just keeps pulsing.

I feel his heavy cock slap against my lower back and my butt.

Wet, throbbing, ready for more.

"I'm sorry," I groan. "You're just… it's more than I've ever had…"

Colver's hands move up to my chest, cupping my boobs.

His hands engulf them.

He squeezes and gently kneads…

I've heard rumors that women can orgasm from having their boobs and nipples played with.

I totally understand it now.

My body keeps shivering. Signals going off again… no chance that I'm going to calm down from this.

I think Colver broke my vagina.

There's no longer an off switch when it comes to orgasms.

It's just… endless…

I pick my hips back up and I'm ready for more.

Colver's hand inch down from my boobs and his mouth grabs for my right boob.

I throw my head back and cry out.

I feel his cock teasing me, playing with my labia, touching my hole, driving my body even more insane.

Colver pulls his mouth away - evil-like - from my boob.

I yell at the slight sting of pain that's somehow enjoyable.

Then he makes his next move.

We're done fucking on the couch apparently.

I'm in his arms and he's on the move.

I feel like I'm floating through the air as he moves me down to the floor.

That's where I feel his heaviness once more between my legs.

And this time he's in complete and total control.

He's inside me a second later.

I grab for his bottom lip with my mouth, biting… even growling…

I can't believe what Colver has done to me.

This isn't the way I act during sex. Ever.

Well, that's different now.

Colver somehow turns my biting his lip into a deep and wild kiss.

His tongue is crazy and sexy. As it sweeps into my mouth I think about that tongue between my legs. Yet at the same time his cock is between my legs, burying himself to his hilt.

Next Colver kisses down to my neck. Kissing the mark he left earlier. Then down to my chest.

But he stops.

The lower half of his body keeps moving.

Thrusting. Pumping. Fucking me.

His left hand grabs at the blankets on the floor and tightens up into a giant fist.

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.

That's when I slowly sit up.

I hold a blanket against the top of my chest.

"That's right," I say. "We both chased our dreams and got them. You became a famous hockey player. I became an artist."

"Really?"

"That's right. I can tell you the whole long story someday if you want. Or not. Doesn't matter. I basically took a chance on myself, rented a space and opened a gallery. It was a struggle. But I loved my gallery. It was all mine. Until it wasn't."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning things went to shit, Colver. Some people were able to just skate right through the last handful of years. No pun intended with the skate thing. For me, it was hard. I didn't mind the sense of isolation and all that. I got a ton of stuff painted. But selling online really didn't work the way I wanted it to. Not to mention being trapped in a terrible lease. That's when Simon showed up. The hero investor type."

I roll my eyes.

Colver doesn't make a face or anything.

"I don't date those kinds of guys," I say.

"I'm not sure I really give a fuck about the kinds of guys you fuck."

"Wow. Even after coming you're still mean."

"What did you expect? Me to run out and buy you roses? You're cunt is heavenly. That's about it."

My face burns hot and I swallow hard again.

I accept the reminder that I'm in the presence of evil.

"Right," I say. "Okay, I'll speed this up. Simon bought the building and offered to help me. I ended up foolishly signing away some of my rights and intellectual property to him. I was desperate to survive and wanted to make a name for myself. At some point things with Simon turned into something else. He only recently gave me that diamond ring. I'm not sure what it exactly means either. I think it's more symbolic for him than anything. I don't love him. I don't want him. I hate him. But I'm trapped."

"And how do I help you with that?"

"I don't know, Colver. I just had to see you. Simon and I got into a big argument over my paintings. I want my stuff back. I want what's mine and to move on. He can keep everything he's made from me. I just want to be left alone now. He told me to buy him out. Can you imagine that? Buying my own paintings from him? But I guess I did that to myself. Well, I lost it and started yelling. Finally sticking up for myself, I guess. Simon told me that my artwork wasn't even that good. That he only did what he did because the building was increasing in value and because he knew I was an emotional mess and he could get me into bed really easy. Fuck him for saying that."

"Seems like that's what you did, Abrielle," Colver says.

"Yeah. I suppose so. None of this bothers you?"

"Why would this bother me? You got tricked by some guy with money."

"But…"

"Do you think I'm going to get jealous? Look at me, kitten. Look me in my fucking eyes…"

I'm already looking at him.

He waits a second.

He then touches my chin. It causes an instant flood between my legs.

"I just ate your clit for breakfast, Abrielle," he says. "I savored your cunt and drank from it like someone broke open a coconut. And I felt how tight your cunt was. You've been neglected all this time. That's the part that makes me angry. Got it?"

Now I'm wondering if a woman can orgasm from hearing a man talk.

And, yes, I'm aware that Colver is awful. Just pure mean, evil, and rude.

But it's his style.

"What do you want me to do, kitten?" Colver asks. "Scare this guy? Beat him up? I'm not exactly an unknown person. There's a reason why I didn't take you to the hospital for your arm."

I nod.

"I can't go back in time either," he continues. "I can't undo whatever the fuck you signed. Why not just walk away? Get a lawyer? Fight for yourself."

"I have nothing!" I cry out. "He took it all!"

"He took it all…"

"I was busy getting things in order and thought I could trust him. He did something with all the paperwork. He got his name added to a bunch of stuff. Maybe I didn't pay attention. Maybe he forged it. I don't know. I have nothing, Colver. Nothing."

"So what do I do? Buy you a house? Is that what you want? Your mother fucked my father for, what, a month? It wasn't like we grew up together. It wasn't like we were close. We knew what we had going on."

"Which means we could at least understand each other, Colver. Maybe that's why I showed up. I thought you would understand."

He's silent for a few seconds.

His jaw tightens.

"You still paint," he says.

"I love it. I'm really good at it too."

"I haven't had coffee yet, kitten. I don't like to think too much before coffee and breakfast. I can't promise a fancy breakfast, but I'm sure there's something in the freezer."

I shake my head. "It doesn't have to turn into that."

"Into what? It's not romantic. It's necessity. Look at you right now. You're shaking."

Colver lifts my right hand and I am shaking.

It's not from hunger.

It's from talking about Simon.

And it's from Colver fucking me.

My body hurts. It doesn't ache, it hurts.

And right now…

I want coffee and I want Colver to fuck me even harder.