Page 59 of White Rabbit

“Is it possible to come just because you looked at my cock a certain way, Rabbit? Because I feel like if you don’t do something soon, that will be the case.”

Grinning coyly, I lean in and flick my tongue over his slit, lapping up pre-cum and making the mushroom tip glisten with my spit.

“Bunny…” he warns, as I continue teasing him with tiny kittenish licks. I can see him counting in his head, trying to exercise patience, but after a few minutes of me gently tasting him, he fists his hands in my hair.

“You asked for it, Rabbit.” He growls, guiding me onto his cock, pushing past my lips and lodging himself inside my mouth. “Now you’re going to take my dick like a good girl.”

Pulling out slowly, he lets his heavy cock drag over my tongue before he pushes back inside. He does this slow, taunting push and pull until I reach up and massage his balls.

“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job, Ava. You’re going to make me come if you keep that up, baby.” He rolls his hips faster, picking up the tempo as I swallow back a gag.

Slurping and sucking, I know I’m making a mess as he continues to thrust, fucking my face and taking what he needs.

“You’re so perfect for me. Such a good little bunny.” He thrusts into me mercilessly, spit trickling from the corners of my mouth as I try to relax my jaw to accommodate him.

“Fuck, I wanna come on your face Rabbit.” He grunts, pulling out and taking his cock in hand. “Need to mark you up.”

It only takes a few pumps before hot ropes of cum shoot from his dick, landing across my cheek and mouth. As he teases out the last weak spurts of his orgasm, he moves the slick, sticky tip of his cock over my face before pushing back between my lips, letting me taste the salty tang of him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Eli promises as he helps me to my feet and lifts me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I let him carry me into the bedroom.

After fucking me for hours last night, we had ordered some takeout and then I had ridden his cock on my sofa before we crawled back into my bed. Covered in fresh hickeys, dried cum and sweat, I’ve never been so thoroughly satisfied while also being a little sore and worn out.

That doesn’t stop Elijah from gently parting my thighs and sliding inside me before I’ve even come round fully. Glancing at my bedside clock, and seeing that it’s not yet even seven AM, I groan. His mouth seals over mine, swallowing my grumbles as he fucks me slowly, taking his time to turn my sleepy complaints into moans of ‘more!’

Rocking into my body lazily, he reaches down between us and teases light circles over my clit. Given how abused and over-stimulated my nerve endings had been for the last twenty-four hours, it takes barely no time at all for my orgasm to wash over me. My body clenches, and squirming around Eli’s cock, until he lets out a small grunt and a wet heat floods me. When he eventually pulls out, Eli settles between my legs and uses his fingers to keep his cum stuffed inside me.

“I’m going to need to do that twice a day from now on.” He slaps me lightly on my ass before biting down on my thigh, leaving yet another mark.

“Twice?” I say, almost slurring as tiredness hits me and I pull the sheets around me like a cocoon. “You should be so lucky.”

“C’mon, we need to shower.” His warm hands move over my skin as he tries to gently shake me, but I curl up tighter into the bedsheets, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Mmmmm, you go first. I’m just going to stay in bed a little longer.”

“Ava…” I feel his finger trace over my cheek.

“Mm?” His chuckle as he enters the bathroom and turns the water makes me smile sleepily. As the door clicks shut, I drift to sleep, feeling more content than I have in a while.

Sharp pain in my scalp wakes me as I’m dragged from my bed by my hair and thrown onto the floor. Someone kicks me in the stomach, forcing me to curl up on myself while another kick to my ribs makes me cry out.

What the hell was going on? Where was Elijah?

“Keep your fucking mouth shut, Ava.” My brother’s voice is low, as he grabs my hair again and yanks my head up. He slaps me across the face so hard I feel like my eyes rolled back in my head. The smell of alcohol rolls off him as he kicks my leg. “You’ve already ruined everything, so now you’re going to help me fix it.”

My body is on fire and I can’t help the sob that escapes me. “Why’re you doing this?”

He snorts and drags me from the bedroom, pushing me into the living room. Forcing me to my knees, he snatches up my throw from the back of the sofa and tosses it at me so I can cover up.

“Why did I start working for the mafia? Why did I frame Creed? Ask father,” he spits as he takes a glug from an open bottle on my coffee table and looks away. How long had he been in my apartment just waiting for an opportunity? Had he been listening to us have sex? How long had he been drinking? “Men like Creed, like his boss, don't deserve the lives they live.”

His pupils are huge, and I realize he’s taken something as he fists his own hair, yanking and pulling before slapping his cheek, over and over. “It’s all ruined now anyway...they’re going to kill us.”

I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s switching between angry, frightened and upset and I’m struggling to keep up.

“Princess Ava, untouchable, innocent Ava.” He laughs, but it’s hollow as he pulls something out from the waistband of his jeans. Pressing the barrel of the gun against my temple, the cold metal making me flinch as he leans in and hisses by my ear. “You know father didn’t want you involved because he didn’t think you had the balls for it. That’s ironic isn’t it, little snitch?”

A moment later, Eli’s voice calls out. “Ava? Rabbit? Where’ve you gone?”

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