Page 89 of The Hat Trick

“Admit it, Bunny, admit you love my fucking cock in your tight pussy,” I say against her lips before forcing my tongue back in once more.

“Admit your cock likes my tight little pussy,” she teases, and I can’t help the chuckle I let out before moving my lips to her neck then to one of her tits.

I flick her peaked nipple with my tongue, and she gasps, bucking her hips up, searching for me again. Neither of us say anything so I suck as much of her breast into my mouth that I can before letting it go with a pop.

“I’ll do this all night until you admit it,” I tell her before moving to her other nipple and doing the same thing.

I switch between the two while she writhes and moans beneath me. I really don’t think she’s going to say it, she’s just going to let me tease her all night, but then she finally speaks, and I didn’t realize how relieved I would be to hear it because I am dying to bury my dick inside her again.

“I like your cock, fuck, just fuck me,” she moans, yanking at my hair, pulling me up her body until our lips are crashing together once again and I don’t waste any more time before slamming into her again.

I grab a pillow from above her, pulling back from her mouth to give her another command, “Lift your hips.” She listens without much of a fight, doing as I say so I can slide the pillow under her. I lift up onto my knees, wrapping her legs around my hips. I look down at her, sticky with sweat, light skin pink from my mouth and my hands. Her lips are swollen, hair is tangled. Fucking beautiful.

“Be a good Little Bunny and come for me again,” I say, pulling my hips back before pushing back in forcefully. She gasps, grabbing the sheets under her palms.

I fuck her relentlessly, not letting up for a single second. She’s crying out, panting and grappling for anything and everything she can reach. I feel when she’s close again, I am determined to make this the biggest orgasm she’s had yet because I know it’s going to send me over the edge with her.

“Come for me. Tell me who is making your pussy cry for them.”

Her cries are becoming screams as she reaches the peak of pleasure and when my name falls from her lips again while she contracts around me, I lose myself in her, thrusting once, twice before I’m spilling inside her with a grunt.

I hold myself up over her while riding out the last little bits of pleasure, refusing to remove myself from her body while she continues to squeeze me with aftershocks of her orgasm and takes everything I give her.

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s so much there I don’t even know how to begin to address it. I lean down to press my lips against hers. We kiss, but not out of hunger this time, it’s softer. Almost sweet, and I don’t want to change that right now. I’m just enjoying being wrapped up in her which is something I’ve never experienced in my entire life.

The thought has me pulling back while the small hint of fear takes over in the back of my mind at how much I was enjoying that with her. She gasps when I separate our bodies, and collapse onto the bed next to her. Despite the little voice of fear in my mind screaming at me to keep us separated, I grab for her, pulling her against me.

She sighs, and we just lay there for a few moments in silence. The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing while we come down. We are both hot and sweaty, but I don’t care. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to ruin whatever moment we are in right now. So, we just lay here.

Her soft finger starts to trace lines on my chest. I tense slightly and feel when she shifts to look up at my face. I don’t look down at her, but I also don’t let her go.

“Why do you act like such an asshole all the time?” she asks quietly, effectively breaking the silence between us.

My first response is to pull away from her and tell her to leave. I want to put distance between us, I need to. But I can’t. Instead, I shake my head, and tighten my arms around her slightly.

“It’s how I was raised,” I grunt, reluctantly.

“What do you mean?”

I almost don’t respond. I really think about what to say next, and how nothing sounds good enough so I might as well not say anything. But Chandler is different. Our situation is different, and I don’t know what it is about her, about any of this that has me actually admitting something to her.

“My dad, it’s just how he raised me. I needed to be the best at whatever I set my mind to and no one else mattered. And success doesn’t come from being nice to people.”

She pauses her finger on my chest for a beat before continuing. I want to throw her off me, I want to kick her out of my house. I feel itchy and hot and uncomfortable. It’s like she can feel my internal battle and rests her hand flat on my chest. I relax slightly under the touch, and she doesn’t ask me anything else.

I hear her mumble something that sounded a lot like, “Doesn’t mean you need to be like that.”

But I don’t acknowledge it, instead I hold her body against mine until her breathing evens out and she drifts off to sleep.

29

The last month felt like a fever dream. The holidays came and went, and now sitting at my desk at work, it’s like everything that has happened to me wasn’t even real.

A month ago, I was finding out about my ex being engaged. Then, learning he’s married. And that was the day I met Vince.

Vince.

Which led to Brent and Matt.

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