Page 47 of Run, Little Bunny

“You are so special,” I breathe, kissing up her body. “Keep making those noises.”

“Touch me,” she pants, and I smile, moving my hand down her body.

Squeezing her inner thigh, I take all of her in. “Do you need something inside?”

“Yes!”

Sliding a finger in, yeah—I’m in love. She’s fucking drenched. I add another finger, slowly going in and out, staring at her face, her flushed cheeks and her closed eyes. Anna’s so fucking beautiful. “I’m obsessed with you. I don’t want you to leave.”

She giggles, ragged. “Maybe I won’t.”

“If you sleep over, you are not going to get much sleep.”

“If?” She exhales loudly. “I’m so close.”

I pick up the pace, fucking her faster with my fingers. When she cries out in the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard, I love it. I love that noise. I love feeling her pulse on my fingers. I start kissing her lower stomach, delicately and deliberately, ready to taste heronce she recovers. I want her to come again. I want her to come so many times tonight that she loses count.

“I really like you,” I whisper.

“I really like you too.”

I move my kisses to her inner thighs, and she moans in response.

“You’re going to come one more time on this couch, and then I’m fucking the shit out of you.”

“If you insist,” she teases.

“I insist … and I’m going to come fast because I’m so turned on. But then I’m going to fuck you again … and probably a few more times.”

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“How will you know when I’ve recovered?” I ask as Chad’s placing kiss after kiss down my leg, making me squirm and giggle.

“One more sassy comment, and I’ll be buried between your legs.”

I bite my lip, considering if I should make one more sassy comment or enjoy the teasing he’s currently up to. “How come you still have your clothes on?”

“Because you haven’t taken them off me.”

“Look who’s being sassy now.”

He bites his lip, looking conflicted. “I’m a little nervous to take my shirt off.”

“Why?”Seriously, why?

“I have a bad tattoo.”

Immediately intrigued, I grab for his shirt. He doesn’t let me, holding onto my wrists and pressing them down into the couch. Fuck is this hot.

“You’re going to laugh.”

“Stop building it up. Let me see it.” I playfully thrash, but I really do like him pinning me down. Releasing my wrists, Chad swoops his shirt off. “What is this?!”

“A drunken mistake.”

“Chad!” My jaw is on the floor, staring at a circular tattoo that goes around his belly button. It’s like a crown of thorns design. “Is this why you didn’t send a shirtless gym picture?”

He nods, and outside of this tattoo being so ridiculous, I check out his thick and solid shirtless body. Chest hair.Zaddy.

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