Page 49 of Run, Little Bunny

“You’re going to murder me?” she asks, her voice dripping with sex.

“First, I’m going to torture you.”

The lip bite. AnnafuckingClark. Kissing her thigh, I’ve decided. Let’s be fucking crazy.

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“Where are you going?” I nearly yell as Chad leaves the living room without a word.

All I hear is his chuckle as he walks down the hall. I was so close, and he just left. Loudly exhaling, I wonder what's next. The last thing he said was that he’s going to torture me.

What did I provoke? What is he going to do? What’s he getting? He has to be getting something, right? Rope, maybe.You’re fucking deranged, and now you're about to get exactly what you asked for.Lying on his couch, naked, the seconds tick by and my excitement grows.

“Chad!” I yell impatiently. No response, but I hear his footsteps coming back toward me.

“Oh my God.” I giggle, seeing him in a bunny mask, shirtless and wearing jeans.

“You better run, little bunny,” he says, leaning against the wall, staring at me.

“What?”

“Run.”

I stare into the big, glassy eyes of the mask. “Run?”

“Run, little bunny,” he commands again.

Run!He’s going to chase me.Fuck yes!I hop off the couch and bolt.

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“Outside.” I chuckle, watching her run out the front door. I hadn’t considered that. I thought she’d run down the hall and end up in my bedroom.

My little bunny, naked and barefoot, running outside. I bite my lip, smirking.

If she’s down, we have to fuck on the grass.Condom.I sprint to my room, then race out the door.

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My heart's racing as I sprint across his yard. We’re really doing this! I glance back and see Buttons stepping down from the front door. Shit. I run faster. In the dark, that mask is terrifying. Giggling as I run, this is—“Fuck!” He’s fast. His hands grip my hips, and he tackles me down. I try to fight him off as best I can. “Get off me!” I yell, giggling.Why can’t I stop giggling?

“Fuck, you're strong,” he says, pinning my arms down on the cold grass.

“Buttons, no!” I giggle, staring up at him.

He chuckles behind the mask.

“Do not fuck me with that mask on!”

“You sure you don’t have a thing for Buttons?”

“I’ve never had a thing for Buttons.” I giggle as his hands possessively squeeze me.

Chad tosses the mask aside. With my one free arm, I pinch his nipple, and he wraps his hand around my neck in response.

“How are you going to murder me?”

“With my cock.”

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