Page 116 of Run, Little Rabbit

And fuck. The way Angel’s cock bobs as he rides Max is mesmerising.

“Can I?” I ask, reaching a hand towards his cock.

Angel’s eyes meet mine, and the guy looksruined. His eyes are red and his lips are puffy from being stretched around Max’s cock for so long but he nods with desperation at my question.

“Please,” he begs, his voice cracked and raw.

I wrap my hand around him, and the whimper that leaves his mouth almost wrecks me. Max groans next to me as Angel picks up his pace, and I have no words to describe how amazing it is to be part of this. Tears form in the corners of my eyes as I watch them. These men belong to me, and I belong to them.

Niki leans over me, slotting his hips between mine and sliding his dick back into my ass. He brushes my sweaty hair off my forehead and wraps my thigh around his hip with his other hand. He rolls his hips slowly while looking deep in my eyes, and I see all his emotions play across his blue depths. I know he isn’t wired like me, but that doesn’t stop me from seeing how he feels about me. That manic, possessive spark shines brightly for only me.

I slide my free hand around the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine in a kiss that’s as filthy as his mouth. “Fuck me, Niki. Make me squirt for Angel.”

He pulls back with that feral grin that I love so much and signs, “With pleasure, little Rabbit.”

Then he slots his knees beneath my thighs, raising my ass off the bed, and when he thrusts his dick inside me, it’s so deep I’m almost sure he’s rearranging my insides.

His hand wraps around my throat, putting a little bit of pressure on my carotid until the edges of my vision turn hazy. I lock eyes with Angel, and there’s a possessive glint in his eyes as he waits for me to give him what he asked for.

I know it’s not going to take long. I'm already wound tighter than a witch’s cunt; all I need is a little something to push me over the edge.

Niki must be able to read my mind because he sinks two fingers into my pussy, curling them with accuracy. He thrusts them against that spot with a brutality that has my spine archingand my fingers digging into Niki’s wrist as he makes my body do exactly what he fucking wants.

My orgasm hits me like a tsunami as I explode for him. It’s overwhelming, and I feel that gushing sensation as I let go and surrender to the pleasure, letting it drag me under and drown me in it.

There’s a cacophony of groans and grunts and slapping skin as the others fall over the edge with me but I’m so lost to the euphoria that I can’t decipher who is doing what.

It takes a few minutes for me to regain control of my limbs, and my body is still trembling from the aftershocks, which could be due to the languid licks I can feel on my pussy. When I look down, Angel is between my legs, lapping up all the wetness from my release as if it were his favourite fucking meal.

I let him carry on until I can’t bear it anymore, my clit too sensitive, and I have to push him away.

He settles behind me with a soft chuckle and drapes his arm around my waist, encouraging me to roll onto my side so he can be my big spoon. As soon as I roll over, I find Max watching me with contentment plastered onto the handsome lines of his face, with Niki snuggled up behind him.

“I think we need a bigger bed,” I say with a smile. “Are you okay? You didn’t pull a stitch or anything?”

Max purses his lips to stop himself from smiling. “Imighthave pulled one, but it was totally worth it.”

“Max,” I gasp, reaching for the bandage.

He bats my hand away with a laugh. “I’m kidding. I didn’t pull anything.”

I slap his chest playfully. “That’s not funny, asshole.”

He just grins and presses a soft kiss against my lips. “Now. Where were we before we were rudely interrupted?”

I snort. “I think I was telling you off for taking a bullet for me.”

“Oh, yes, and I said I love you, but you didn’t get a chance to say it back.”

I throw him a haughty look. “How do you know Iwantto say it back?”

He hits me with his most intimidating stare, and I can’t help but chuckle at him. “Echo Quinn, don’t you dare laugh at me. Don’t you know who I am?”

I slide my hands along his jaw, his stubble scraping gently against my fingers. “Yes. You’re Maxim Volkov, and I love you too—” My reply ends with a moan as he devours my mouth.

But that’s okay. Because I’m devouring him right back.

When he pulls back, he’s smiling warmly at me. “You’re mine, pet. And don’t ever forget it.”

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