Page 45 of Run, Little Bunny

She lets out a small noise, like she’s disagreeing with me, and I stop.

“You don’t believe it?” I ask, sitting back slightly. She shrugs, avoiding my gaze, and that does something to me. I don’t like that she doesn’t see what I see.

“I’ve gained a few pounds working at La Nonna.”

“And?”

“I want to lose them.”

“Where am I going to grab and bite? You have to think about me here too.”

“I have to think about you?” The edge in her voice is unmistakable.

“Anna.” My voice is soft but firm. “You have a perfect body. The way your waist curves, your ass, these thighs …” I grab her leg gently, my fingers pressing into her skin. “These thighs I could sink my hands into.” I move my hand up to her chest, brushing it lightly. “These perky fucking tits. You have the sexiest body and the most beautiful face.”

“This is the biggest I’ve ever been,” she says softly.

“What if I like you exactly how you are? Because I do.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“I guess I’ll have to live with a smaller ass.”

“It will be just as sassy. Don’t worry.”

Grumbling, I flip her over and swat her ass.

“I’m so turned on right now,” she breathes out before giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“How much I like all of this …” Anna trails off, nestling back into the couch so she’s on her back.

I kiss her and then explore her body with my lips. “Touch yourself,” I whisper. “Tell me about your fantasies.”

Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip again. I can see her hesitating, but I want her to let go.

“Be a good girl,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear again. “Touch yourself.”

She covers her eyes with her hand, and I lean back, watching her.

“What?” I ask, needing to know what’s going through her mind.

She peeks at me through her fingers, giggling softly. “I’ve only ever read about guys saying ‘good girl.’ You’re the first guy to say it to me. I like it … way too much.”

Fuck.I bite my lip, trying to keep my composure. “You like it way too much?” I breathe against her neck before kissing and sucking. “That’s … that’s turning me on.”

She exhales softly. “You want me to touch myself?”

“Yes.” I press my body against hers, my lips trailing along her skin. “I want to hear your noises. I want to watch you.”

“What are you going to be doing?”

“Kissing every inch of you,” I whisper, letting my hand drift down her body.

“Every inch?” she asks, a teasing smile playing at her lips.

“Almost every inch.” My voice drops lower. “I want you to be so turned on, little bunny. And I really want to know your fantasies.”

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