Page 43 of The Hat Trick

“Don’t care. I want you to.” She steps away from me until her back hits the wall, and I continue stalking forward.

I smirk, “You want me to what, Little Bunny?”

“Leave,” she says weakly, as I get closer, our chests almost touching, but not quite.

“It doesn’t sound like you really want that.” I raise my hands to press against the wall by her head, caging her in.

"I do," she breathes, and I can tell she’s lying. It’s so obvious in the way her breathing has increased, and how she arches just ever so slightly toward me.

“So, then what would you do if I touched you right now?” I ask, leaning my head down closer to hers, some of my hair falling forward and brushing against her forehead.

“Push you away. Maybe scream.”

“Oh, you’ll scream, alright.”

Her lips curl in a snarl, but it only makes her look cuter, not scary. I lean a little closer and bring one hand down to start trailing up her thigh, lightly. Her breath stutters, but she doesn’t stop me. My fingers trail up onto her hip, her side, grazing the side of her breast, up her collarbone, neck and then her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear.

She still doesn’t stop me.

“If you don’t want this, push me away, Little Bunny. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

Her eyes lock on mine, she wants to fight. I can see it, but she has yet to push me away, or make any move to get away from me.

“And if I don’t?” she whispers.

“Then I’m going to kiss you.”

I press my hips forward, pushing her further against the wall. My cock is thickening in my slacks, and I’m sure she can feel it. And she still doesn’t make a move to stop me.

“So then kiss me.” I almost don’t hear her, but I don’t take a second to question if I heard her correctly or not.

My mouth descends on hers instantly, roughly and I press her completely against the wall with my body. She opens for me almost instantly, my tongue sliding in her mouth, tangling with hers as she grabs at my suit jacket, pulling me closer.

I roll my hips against hers, and she moans into my mouth, yanking me even closer. I know she feels my erection now because I’m so hard it’s painfully pushing against the zipper of my pants. I slide my hand up the side of her thigh, up the slit in her dress so I feel her warm skin against my callused hand, and it makes me want to grab at more of her. Grab harder. Feel her.Fuckher.

As soon as my hand reaches where her thigh meets her hip, I realize there’s no fabric there. No panties. And it’s like the dam breaks. Any slight self-control I’ve had is gone, and in its place is an animal I’ve attempted to keep caged but has now broken free.

I grip her bare waist hard, yanking her body impossibly closer to mine while I grind my hips into her. She gasps into my mouth, throwing her arms around the back of my neck, holding me closer while our mouths stay fused. Our tongues battle, and it’s the one competition I don’t care if I win, as long as this doesn’t end.

I bunch up her dress so when I lift her, she is able to wrap her legs around my waist. I feel the warmth from her pussy against my groin, and it makes me press into her even harder, dying to remove the fabric on my body that’s keeping me from thrusting inside her.

She starts grinding against me, gripping the hair at the nape of my neck. I pull my mouth from hers to trail my lips down the side of her neck, nipping and sucking while she pants and moves her hips against me as much as she can from this position.

When I finally make my way back to her mouth, she says the words I’ve been waiting to hear her say, the last final wall breaking down between us with the two words she breathes out.

“Fuck me.”

My mouth crashes against hers, not giving her a chance to take back what she just said or change her mind. I almost ask if she’s sure but decide against it. She pulls at my suit jacket, pushing it off my body, and ripping and fighting at my clothes.

“You’re not getting me naked this time, it’s going to be hard and fast,” I tell her with a bite to her collarbone that makes her gasp loudly.

“This will be the only time, so make it worth it.” Her words are one thing, but the way she says them is so husky I know there’s no way she means it.

I reach between us, not daring to set her down, and risk her leaving this room. I undo my belt, and pants, finally freeing my rock-hard cock from the confines. She pushes at my pants with her legs to get them further down, but they only get below my ass before I notch the head of my dick at her entrance.

“Wait,” she presses her hand on my chest. Sweat beads on my forehead at the restraint I’m showing, not pushing inside her all at once. “Condom.”

“I’m clean, Bunny. I want nothing more than for you to go back out to your two boyfriends with my cum dripping down your thigh.”

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