Page 8 of Bunny Vibes

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Olivia

My lips parted involuntarily, and I shuddered as my heart pounded and the muscles in my core clenched. I was glad Spencer had insisted on our date, but now that it was over, the desperate need to be taken by him had returned with a vengeance.

He took advantage of the opening and sealed his mouth over mine, tangling our tongues together. A deep groan rumbled in his chest, and he pulled back an inch, locking his hungry gaze on my face and murmuring, “You taste so fucking good.”

“It’s the chocolate,” I insisted. I’d had a brownie sundae with hot fudge for dessert.

Spencer shook his head before licking my bottom lip and then the top. “It’s you. The chocolate is just sprinkles on top of your deliciousness.”

It was a pretty cheesy line, but damn, when he said stuff like that in his low, smooth voice, I practically melted. I went up onto my toes in search of another kiss but was interrupted by the elevator’s ding. The thought of someone getting on and seeing our disheveled appearance had heat creeping up my neck. When the doors opened, and no one stepped on, I realized that we had reached Spencer’s floor. Then I was blushing for a very different reason. I mentally rolled my eyes. It was ridiculous how I could feel like a sexy vixen one minute and a blushing virgin in the next.

I’d barely taken a step outside of the elevator when I found myself swept up in Spencer’s strong arms. He strode down the hall with purpose, clearly a man on a mission. I sunk my fingers into the thick, soft hair covering the back of his neck and he shivered. His pace quickened even more, and in less than a minute, we were at the door to his room. Somehow, he managed to dig out his key card and swipe it without shifting me or setting me down.

Any thoughts that didn’t involve a naked Spencer and a bed fled from my mind when he pushed the door open and let it slam behind us as he rushed through the suite to the master bedroom.

He halted at the side of the bed and let go of my legs so that they swung down and gently set me on the ground. Cupping my chin in his warm hands, they held me still as his eyes roamed over my face before zeroing in on my lips. Tingles started from the spot where his gaze was locked and traveled down to my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to stop the heady pulsing, but it only got worse when he claimed my mouth in a tender kiss. It was unhurried and exploratory, but every bit as passionate as the desperate, hungry kisses we’d shared so far. It didn’t diminish my aching need, but it made me feel cherished, and . . . loved. I pushed that thought away and let myself fall into the kiss, enjoying this sweet side of Spencer that I hadn’t seen yet.

Any walls that were still standing between us crumbled to the ground. Spencer leaned back a few inches, and his blue eyes probed my soul. Had he felt it? Was that possible? A slow smile stretched across his face. At first, it was pure happiness, but after a few seconds, it turned devilish.

“You’re mine.” It was a statement, but I nodded mutely anyway. “I think it’s time to make it official by marking this beautiful body inside and out.” His eyes darkened until the blue was almost navy, and they swirled with ravenous hunger. “I’m going to pop your sweet little cherry and fuck you until I’m sure you’re going to feel the reminder every time you move tomorrow.”

I swallowed hard, nervous because it was my first time, but also wound up so tight I was ready to beg him. A mewl of protest slipped from my lips when he released me and took a few steps back. His eyes raked up and down my body, leaving a trail of flames in their wake. When they returned to my face, he gave me an exaggerated wink. It should have been comical, but somehow, he managed to make everything he did sexy.

“Strip, baby,” he ordered. There was promise in the commanding tone of his voice and the rakish tilt of his lips that had me obeying without argument.

I bent down to unbuckle my heels, but he jumped in to stop me. “Everything but those fuck-me shoes.”

My lips tipped up as I straightened and began to unbutton my blouse slowly. Spencer made me feel powerful, like an expert seductress, even as I submitted to his demands. He licked his lips, and his eyes followed my hands as they revealed my naked skin, little by little. After undoing the last button, I untucked my shirt and let it hand open, which revealed my white lace demi bra. The cups sat low enough that my hardened nipples were nearly popping out the top.

Spencer had crossed his arms over his chest, legs in a wide stance, making it easy to see what my little striptease was doing to him. But at the sight of my breasts practically overflowing from my bra, his jaw hardened, and his hands twitched. “Keep going,” he rasped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

His hungry stare was pushing me to my breaking point, and I decided I lacked the patience to drag this out. I quickly dropped my blouse off my shoulders, allowing it to slip off of arms and fall to the floor. With a twist of my fingers, I undid the clasp on my skirt, and it pooled at my feet. I’d never been self-conscious of my body— I had curves, and I loved them. However, as I shifted my weight, I felt the drenched material of my panties rub against my skin, and my eyes fell as blood rushed to my cheeks in mortification. Was I supposed to be this wet? Would Spencer be disgusted?

I chanced a peek at Spencer’s face and felt even more nervous to see that his eyes were riveted where my thong just barely covered my mound. “Spread ’em,” he croaked. I wanted to hide my face behind my hands and wait for a hole to open up and swallow me, but despite my penchant for blushing, I wasn’t the kind of girl who ran from uncomfortable situations. I took a deep breath and held my head up as I moved out my right leg, then my left.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed. “You’re soaked through.”

I frowned and was about to close my legs when I blinked and found myself sprawled out on the center of the bed with Spencer on all fours, straddling my body. He was panting hard, and I audibly gulped at the feral glint in his eyes. His gaze slid from my face back to my pussy. He was staring at it as though it held all of the answers to the universe. Without warning, he swooped down so that his nose was hovering centimeters from my sex and inhaled deeply. His eyes closed, and he licked his lips, reigniting the burn through my body that had been fizzling out. Knowing he was turned on by my body’s reaction to him made me feel hot and needy. He raised his head and met my gaze. “Seeing your panties soaked with your juices, knowing I did that to you is sexy as fuck,” he growled. “But I need to see this juicy pussy naked and glistening. Dripping in anticipation of the pleasure I’m going to give you.” I shuddered, and my breath caught in my throat as he hooked two fingers in the strings of my thong and snapped them open, rather than dragging them down my legs. He clenched the fabric in his fist and brought it to his nose, breathing in the scent. Then he tucked them into the pocket of his pants.

He pushed my thighs wide and turned his focus back to my center. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me.” With one long finger, he swiped through my slit and brought the digit to his mouth. “I’m going to taste your sweet cherry before I bury myself in your virgin pussy and make you mine,” he rumbled right before he sucked his finger clean.

I wasn’t a virgin because I was a prude, but because I was picky, and the moment I saw Spencer, I wanted only him. And despite his little example from earlier, I was a little surprised that his filthy mouth was making me so fucking hot. So. Very. Hot. Could someone orgasm from dirty talk alone? Right now, I was desperate to feel him, but I put it on my mental to-do list for sex.

Spencer moved down to his stomach and buried his face between my thighs. He used his thumbs to pull back my southern lips before licking me from bottom to top. I cried out, and my hips bucked up, seeking relief, but his arms kept them firmly planted on the bed. I was feeling raw, my nerve endings frayed from the need to come, and when he licked around my clit without touching the center, I whimpered. He plunged his tongue into my channel, and my walls immediately clamped down on it. He groaned as he pulled back. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. We’re going to have to work this pussy, make her soft from some orgasms and stretch her out so I can fit my fat cock inside.” He speared me with his tongue a few more times, then traveled up to my little bundle of nerves. When he finally— finally licked over the hard button in the center, it sent a shockwave through my system, and my back bowed off of the bed as I cried out. “Come, Olivia,” he commanded. His lips closed around my clit, and it only took one tug for me to fly apart.

When the world stopped spinning, and I could catch my breath, I glanced down to see Spencer watching me with awe. “Why— why are you looking at me like that?” I panted.

He shook his head and placed a soft kiss on my mound before answering. “Baby, that was the most beautiful, sexiest, hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life.” Warmth seeped through me at the complete honesty in his expression.

I shifted my hips for a second, and Spencer’s gaze darted to the outside of my left thigh. Oh right. . .he hadn’t noticed it yet…

“You have a tattoo?” he asked, his tone was gritty, as though he was speaking for the first time after a year of silence. I couldn’t entirely read him, so I wasn’t sure what that meant.

I nodded. “Since I was eighteen.”

He rolled me over a little so that he could lean down and inspect it. It was made of flowers and branches, one of which had a songbird perched on it. It took up the majority of my outer thigh and wrapped around the back of my leg. I could understand why he hadn’t seen it right away. Besides, he’d clearly been too focused on my pussy to notice it before now. Which made me giggle, but I swallowed it before it slipped out. He folded over a little more, getting even closer, scrutinizing the design, and I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

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