Page 104 of Broken Player

Instead, my goddamn jaw almost hit the floor when I crossed the threshold into the room. Ryan stood behind the islanddressed like a fucking Playboy bunny, complete with ears. My gaze raked hungrily down her body, taking in the bright blue satin bunny ears on her head, the black bowtie at her neck, and the curve-hugging blue satin bustier her tits were spilling out of.

Her long legs were wrapped in black fishnet stockings, and my cock had never been harder. She was my fantasy come to life. "What are you doing, Freckles?" I managed to choke out despite the fact my brain was exploding into ten thousand tiny pieces because of how goddamn incredible this was.

Instead of answering, she sauntered across the kitchen and handed me a glass of whiskey just how I liked it. I gripped the glass and lifted it to my lips, letting the drink burn its way down my throat, but my eyes never left hers.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" she purred, running her index finger down my chest and abs before grabbing my dick through my jeans.

"Fuck," I groaned as she suddenly spun and pressed her ass into me, fluffy bunny tail and all. I reached over and set my glass on the island, grabbing her hips with both of my hands and pulling her closer as she ground herself against me.

"Don't you remember?" she murmured. "Miss August 2003?"

If I wasn't so goddamn turned on right now, I might ask her how the hell she remembered my favorite Playboy Playmate of all time. The one that I jerked off to so many times when I was twelve, I'm surprised my dick didn't fall off. But at this moment? The how didn't matter. The fact that she was standing in front of me as my living fantasy in more ways than one had my pulse skyrocketing as my heart tried to pump all my blood to my cock.

"As if I could forget," I ground out, my hands finding their way around to the front of her body and gliding up and down every silky inch of her costume as she pressed herself harder back against me.

Slowly, she lowered herself, dragging her body down mine until she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air as she wiggled her hips, that goddamn bunny tail taunting me like a red cape to a bull. Ryan glanced back at me over her shoulder with a wicked grin on her face and one last wiggle of that tail before turning around and kneeling in front of me.

I was surprised my dick hadn't punched a hole in my jeans to free itself at this point, but when she reached up and unzipped my fly, I practically moaned at how good it felt when I popped free of the confining denim. Her nails scratched down my thighs, making me shiver.

She yanked my jeans down, and I stepped out of them, and then she practically tore my boxers off of me. I almost fell over trying to step out of them as fast as she wanted me to, and she giggled and flashed me that wicked smile of hers again.

"Careful, Freckles," I warned, not minding the idea of taking this whole situation over and showing her who's really in control.

"Or what?" she challenged, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I reached down and tugged at her bowtie, running my finger around the inside of it before wrapping my fingers around the band and pulling her slightly forward. "Or I'll show you exactly what happens to bunnies who misbehave."

She stood up and kissed me, her tongue swirling with mine before she pulled back and slid that goddamn satin outfit down along my body until my cock was wedged between her tits. She moved up and down a few times, letting my shaft glide along the silky material. I'd never felt anything like it, and I never wanted her to stop.

My head fell back on my shoulders, and I closed my eyes, letting the feel of her perky tits sliding along my dick wash over me and mentally saying the alphabet backward to keep fromcoming. I had big plans for that bunny outfit, and coming in the first five minutes was not part of them.

Cool air rushed across the heated skin of my erection catching my attention, and I looked down just as Ryan stuck her tongue out and ran it along the entire length of my shaft before pulling me into her mouth. She sucked, bobbing her head up and down as she gripped the base of my cock in her fist. As much as I'd already learned her body, she'd paid attention and discovered mine, too. I was already close to coming, so I pulled her off of me.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered. My cock swelled even more as I watched her follow my command. I walked around her slowly, taking my time as she watched my every move with lust-filled eyes.

Stopping behind her, I got on my knees, pressing my dick up against her satin-covered ass. I reached down, running my hand along the curve of her ass before grabbing a handful of her fishnet and tearing it apart. No part of me wanted her out of this bunny outfit when I fucked her.

No, I was going to fuck her while she was wrapped in bright blue satin, fluffy tail and all. Sliding the satin material to the side, I slipped a finger inside her soaking pussy. "Already so wet for me," I murmured as she rocked back against me. Pulling my finger out, I slapped her ass, and she yelped before moaning.

"Hold still, Freckles, or you'll get another one," I demanded, and she stilled under my palm. Pushing my finger back inside of her, I worked it in and out a few times before adding a second. She squirmed again, and I bit my lip while I slapped her ass again, rubbing away the sting as she cried out.

"Had enough?" I asked.

"Have you?" she countered and fuck if I didn't love how this girl always challenged me.

Rather than answer, I moved the satin fabric further over and replaced my fingers with my cock, pushing inside Ryan until I was buried balls deep. She let out an excited gasp before rocking back against me again.

"Haven't you learned who's in charge yet?" I questioned as I pulled out and slammed back inside of her again and again. Leaning forward, I grabbed the back of the bow tie collar she wore and wrapped my fingers around it, holding on while I set a punishing pace, our hips slamming together relentlessly

Letting go of the collar, I reached around and rubbed her clit in the same rhythm I fucked her, and she bucked against me, clawing at the floor and cursing like I'd never heard out of her before. As I picked up my pace, she tensed around me, and I knew she was about to come. "Come for me, Freckles," I urged as she squeezed my dick and shook around me. Her inner walls contracted, and I was fucking done. My eyes rolled back in my head as I slammed into her one last time before I surrendered and rode wave after wave of pleasure until I couldn't hold myself up anymore.

Pulling out of Ryan with a wince, I flopped down on the floor beside where she'd fallen. Both of us breathed heavily, and she crawled over to me, resting her head on my stomach and looking up at me with a satisfied smile, bunny ears askew. "We're definitely doing that again," she panted.

"Fuck, yes, we are," I agreed, running my fingers through the tangles of her hair and humming contentedly. My earlier irritation was completely forgotten.

"What is this?"Ryan asked as she dropped her bag on the floor of the entryway. Our house's open floor plan meant shelooked right into the kitchen where I was covered head to toe in flour and other powdery baking shit, but fuck it. I tried.

I held up a plate of darker-than-they-should-be chocolate chip oatmeal cookies for her. "I made you our favorite."

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