Page 39 of White Rabbit

Not only had she done as I asked, but she’d waited for my permission to remove the contraband from inside her. She wanted to prove to me I could trust her, that she would do anything for me…and she’d succeeded. This woman amazed me.

“Allow me,” I murmur with a grin.

Pulling her in for a quick filthy kiss, where teeth and lips collide with a hunger I’ve never felt before, I wrap my hand around her waist, grab her and throw her onto the desk.

Getting comfortable in her chair, I push myself between her legs, spreading her thighs wide apart until she tosses her head back with a soft moan.

Shoving her skirt up around her waist, I remove her ugly work shoes, tossing them over my shoulder. I take my time peeling off her awful black tights, treating it as if I was unwrapping a gift, peppering her exposed skin with kisses. Occasionally latching on with my teeth, sucking a mark into her creamy flesh until there’s a trail of my touches. I let the tights drop to the floor, placing a kiss on her ankle.

The panties come off next. They’re fucking drenched and I have to take a deep breath to calm myself, tucking them inside pocket for later. This was all for me.

“Did you peek inside?” I murmur against her pussy, sliding a finger into her wetness until I brush against something hard.

“Mmmm, no. You told me not to,” she whimpers as my tongue flicks over her clit.

I gently tease the first plastic ball out with a soft pop and she groans as I do. There’s a reason I chose this task, I think to myself as she arches her back and spreads her legs wider.

Biting down roughly on her thigh, the soft creamy flesh tastes sweet as I suck another mark. She lets out a small squeal which gives way to a moan and as I return my mouth to her clit, licking and sucking until my face is soaked and I free the second ball.

“Undo your shirt,” I demand, standing.

She unbuttons the blouse with a speed I’ve never seen before, desperation and need driving her. She’s wearing a simple white lace bra, no padding, only thin fabric covering her perfect tits. I’ve never cared about size, big or small. It was all the same to me, but there was something about seeing her tiny tits with the pink hardened tips poking at the fabric, begging for my attention.

Using my teeth, scraping gently against the sensitive skin, I pull the fabric down and uncover one breast. My tongue laves over her nipple, teasing her before I take it into my mouth and suck, hard.

If Bishop wants to play my games, she needs to learn that there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain, and not always in equal measures.

Instead of pulling away with a hiss like I expect, she makes a quiet mewling noise and moves her hips, looking for friction. I continue sucking her tit while my right hand moves down her body between her legs. I resist the urge to thrust two fingers inside her, in case I accidentally force the third ball too high, but that doesn’t stop me from rubbing her clit with my thumb and gently sliding my fingers inside her halfway.

Her body clenches around me, eager for more as I suck another love bite into her skin, right between her breasts. The wetness coating my fingers and the begging noises she makes are making it so very, very hard to stay in control. I want to bury myself in her. Bind her to me, force her body to submit to me over and over again. My White Rabbit. My drug.

Hands snake into my hair as she bunches it up into her fists and squirms against my mouth, my teeth still embedded in her skin. I pull away from her breasts and move upwards, kissing and biting as I find my way to the curve of her neck.

“There’s still one ball left,” I whisper, my lips pressed against her neck, just below her ear as my fingers tease the ball lower. “Come for me. Push it out with that tight pussy of yours.”

My words should repulse her, but she loves it. I can feel the slickness between us, telling me how much she wants this. Instead, she tilts her head back, giving me full access to bite down on her neck as my fingers work faster. There’s a low hum that vibrates in her throat against my mouth as she gets closer, and I know she’s struggling to keep quiet as her body starts to shudder and buck as she yanks on my hair.

“Fuckkk…” she hisses as the last ball slips out, her orgasm taking over as she clamps down on my fingers. I don’t pull away, instead I lighten my touches, letting her ride out the waves until her breathing slows.

Ava leans back, using me to steady herself, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Beautifully corrupt, and I did that. The pink in her cheeks, the look of lust in her eyes, heaving breasts and glistening pussy on display—that was all for me.

Pushing my pants down to my ankles, I ignore the way her eyes widen when she gets a look at my cock. She hadn’t seen it properly in the art supply closet, half shrouded in shadows, but now, in the daylight of her classroom, there was no missing it.

The head of my dick is a flushed pink color, and pre-cum drips from my slit as my cock throbs. It’s all for her. Using the wetness gathered on my fingers, I slick up my shaft before rubbing the tip between her pussy lips, making sure to swipe over her clit with every pass.

When my cock is sticky and glossy with the remnants of her orgasm, I wrap my fist tightly around my shaft and fuck into my hand. My thrusts are furious and fast as I chase my orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I curse as my climax barrels into me like a freight train. Hot spurts of cum cover her, landing in ropes all over her bruised thighs and swollen pussy.

Using my fingers, I swipe through the mess, gathering it and push it inside her. Where it belongs. Because she’s mine.

Chapter Twenty

AVA

It’s like my body and my mind aren’t my own. If they were, I wouldn’t be here doing this. I’d be running for the hills clutching my pearls, not digging myself in deeper and letting a mobster push cum inside me at every opportunity.

What just happened between us was intense, earth shattering, thigh quaking and what comes next is almost the opposite, as he renders me speechless.

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