Page 64 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Vin stretches me out on the couch. He tosses the backrest cushions away and then reaches for a blanket on the shelf under the coffee table. The folds are firmly creased, so they’ve probably never used it.

The throw is soft, warm, and plenty big enough for both of us.

“Take off your leggings,” he murmurs in my ear.

I do as he asks, shimmying the fabric off my hips and ass and then shoving them down until they catch on my ankles. His feet tangle with mine to free me from the fabric before he sheds his lower layers.

Skin grazes against mine and spurs this odd vulnerability. We’re dressed from the waist up and covered by the blanket otherwise, but static buzzes in my chest at being so exposed.

“Now what?” I ask.

He grabs a large throw pillow and sets it under our heads.

“I told you. Watch the movie.”

Exposed skin covered in hair tickles my legs. He grinds his half-hard shaft against the cleft of my ass, and I sigh a pained exhale.

“Shhhh, Izzy. I’ll take care of you.”

Fingers probe my stomach before creeping lower. Vin cups my core, his finger mimicking what Mason did that day in the kitchen.

“Vin,” I whisper, and he chuckles darkly.

“So needy,” he murmurs. “So fucking wet and eager for my cock. Don’t worry, beautiful. I’m gonna make it better.”

I grind my ass against his crotch to insist he take it another step further.

“Fuck, Izzy,” he curses. The hand between my thighs coaxes me to wrap my top leg backward over his. He positions his cock at my entrance and slowly, with the most restrained caution, presses in.

He works my clit while he slides into me, and my slick and cramping insides eagerly accept him.

“Hell, we never talked about condoms,” he mutters.

“I have an IUD and I’ve been tested. Well, not since Trick but it’s only been him.”

“Thank fuck. I’m clean too. You good?”

“Yeah.”

When he’s seated to the hilt, he again kisses my temple and continues playing with my clit.

“So fucking perfect,” he groans in my ear. “This pussy is like magic. I’m dying to fuck you but won’t last even a minute. I’ve never been with an omega and it’s everything I’d hoped it’d be.”

He murmurs soothing words, telling me it’s fine, but his hips never shift.

Having him sunk deep and filling my pussy is the most challenging relief. I’m dying for him to thrust into me. To make me scream and wail.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he holds me while we watch the movie.

A cramp hits me again. He curses softly to himself but braces me through it while it passes. He is right, though—it helps.

Eventually, his hand creeps down again. He toys with my clit and pulls out enough to squeeze himself with the ring of his fingers before returning inside me.

I touch the place where we’re joined. Angry veins etched into the base of his shaft pulse under my fingers.

“Are you sure you—”

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