Page 129 of The Owner's Temptation

My fist wraps around it instantly.

I spit on her clit, watching her flinch in surprise. It’s not a punishment—it’s ownership.

Desire. Need.

My other hand spreads her open again, dragging the slick mix of spit and cum across her swollen bundle of nerves.

“Ilikeyou messy,” I rasp.

My thumb circles her clit. Slow. Steady. Controlled chaos.

She gasps, hips twitching in the straps. I stroke myself in time with the motion, every drag of my hand on my cock matching the rhythm of my thumb over her.

She’s not done. Not even close.

I tease her entrance with two fingers, watching her squirm and stretch for me—then slide them inside. She’s so fucking wet, the sound alone has me biting back a groan.

We both moan.

Her tight little cunt clenches around my fingers and I lose my rhythm for a second. Fuck. I start pumping faster, searching for that spot inside her that’ll make her sing for me.

“Fuck, rabbit,” I grit out, jaw clenched. “This tight hole is gonna make me come just thinking about fucking you.”

“Holyshit,” she cries, arching as I curl my fingers deep, hitting her just right.

The slick sounds of me finger-fucking her blend with the wet stroke of my palm dragging over my cock. She clenches tighter. Her head rolls. She’s gone.

“That’s it,” I hiss. “Just think about my big cock splitting you open.”

She moans loud, nearly desperate.

“Fucking your sinful mouth,” I groan, watching her fall apart.

She’s close—so fucking close—but I want us to cometogether.

“Taking your ass,” I add, circling her clit faster now, changing the rhythm—driving her up, dropping her down, then dragging her back up again.

“I’m—!” she gasps, but I cut her off with my thumb. Precise. Devastating. Her body jerks in the restraints.

“Is that what you want, rabbit?” I pant, voice fraying. “You want the devil to claimallyour holes? Make you my slut?”

“Yes!” she cries out, panting, trembling.

I growl deep in my chest. I take my cock and slap it against her clit—wet, swollen, sensitive. She whines.

“Bad rabbit,” I say, teasing her with the head of my cock, rubbing it along her slit. She grinds her hips in the straps, chasing it, desperate.

“Yes, sir,” she mewls, needy and breathless.

“Come on, baby,” I strain. I’m right there with her. So fucking close. “I’m gonna paint you in my cum. Show you just how messy I love this dripping cunt.”

“Please,” she begs—and that’s all it takes.

She starts to come again, breaking with a strangled cry, full body shaking, pulling at the leather restraints like she can’t take it, like it’s too much—but it’s never too much for my rabbit.

I watch her fall—and I fall with her.

I groan, deep and raw, as I stroke my climax out. I come hard, shooting onto her clit, still rubbing her as she pulses around my fingers.

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