Page 54 of Redeeming Rabbit

Did I mention her lips were bend-me-over-and-spank-me naughty girl red? And she had a goddamn cupid’s bow I’d commit a felony to lick. We were well beyond talking the moment she squeezed my dick and promised to punish me. Desire—not fear—widened her pupils as I lowered my hands to her hips and tugged her hard against me. Now, she was mine.

“We. Can talk. Later.”

Turned out she had, in fact, started the launch sequence. Still, I half expected her to start spouting statistics at me, but she nodded. “I’m good with that.”

Once I got the door open to usher her inside, locking it firmly behind us, our clothes came off so fast it was impossible to tell who took off what. Stark naked, we looked one another over. I’d seen her naked once before, but that had been almost a month ago. There were things I’d forgotten. Like that mole just beneath her left nipple. I needed to taste it. The next thing I knew, we were a tangle of body parts inching toward the bed. Her scent, her taste, and the feel of her skin overwhelmed me, making me feel goddamn high. It wouldn’t have surprised me had I started floating. In fact, that might come in handy. I couldn’t stand for an inch of my skin to be separated from hers, but I also really wanted to make it to the bed. All I kept thinking about was how close I’d come to losing her. How walking out her door had been the biggest fuck-up of my life.

She would eventually tire of my issues, but I’d be foolish not to embrace whatever time we had. To feel the weight of her incredible tits in my hands. To experience the taste of her nipple on my tongue.

Elenore moaned.

I lowered her to the bed and once again drank in the details of her body, wishing like hell for a photographic memory. “You’re gonna have to punish me later. After I show you how much I missed you.” I licked my finger and lowered it to circle her clit, watching how she bucked in response. “Can I take back the reins?”

Eyes hooded with lust, the question seemed to confuse her momentarily, but she finally nodded. “You can drive. For now.”

I chuckled and lowered myself to her body. Unlike last time, I didn’t take the scenic route. A month without her taste had been too long. Her sounds guided me as I feasted between her legs, licking, sucking, and fingering her through two orgasms before my cock couldn’t take the neglect anymore. She was still spasming from her second release when I suited up and drove home.

Fuck.

Elenore’s cunt damn near squeezed the life out of me. I probably should have taken the first stroke slower, but my brain was still disengaged, and all I cared about was getting inside her. What I didn’t expect was the strange prickling of my eyes. I blinked that shit away and got myself under control. This was about her goddamn pleasure, not mine. I was determined to show her the best damn time of her life. Maybe then she’d reward me with more access to her body.

I pulled out and drove back in.

“Holy shit!” Elenore said with a gasp.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Concern for her comfort drained the urgency from my groin.

“No.” Her eyes were glassed over. “Do that again. But harder.”

I slowly pulled out and slammed back into her.

She gasped, which was even better than a groan, so I did it again. And again. Elenore liked it a little rough. Filing that detail away for later, I gripped one of her ass cheeks and shifted her position, driving myself even deeper.

A groan.

Fucking music to my ears. She was in my bed, her pussy spasming around me, and it was heaven. The best day of my life. I fucked her harder and faster, chasing her orgasm like it was my last goddamn meal. I would be the best dick she’d ever had. The only one she ever wanted.

She screamed my name as I fucked her through orgasm number three before flipping her over and lifting her ass into the air.

“How are you still hard?”

Her appreciation only stroked my ego as I grabbed her hips and lined myself up.

“I won the bet,” I reminded her. “I’m fuckin’ you all night.”

19

Elenore

After a wild and crazy night of orgasms, I woke up alone in Rabbit’s bed. I’d plugged both our phones in at some point last night. His cell was gone, but mine had a text notification.

Foragoodtimecall

I missed you too. Thank you for coming last night. And coming and coming. (rolling laughter emoji) I’m in the kitchen. We take turns serving breakfast on the weekends, and I pulled duty today. Come down and eat when you get up.

I searched the room for my discarded outfit only to find it and realize slutty biker chick wasn’t suitable breakfast attire. Making a mental note to pack a bag if there ended up being a next time, I rifled through Rabbit’s drawers until I found sweats and a T-shirt. After a quick shower in the communal ladies’ room, I pulled my hair into a ponytail and headed downstairs.

Tina was seated at one of the long dining tables across from a grizzled older biker who stood up and waved goodbye to her. As I approached, Tina vaulted to her feet and reached across the table to the man imploringly.

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