Page 64 of Claiming His Bunny
Ethan checks on the restraints, running his finger under them to make sure they aren’t too tight. “Too much?” he asks, his ruthless predator mask slipping for a moment.
I wriggle around, testing the position. I’m not very flexible, so having my legs up like this isn’t what I’d call comfortable, but it’s not painful either. My muscles will probably be sore tomorrow, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less. “I’m fine,” I reassure him, a tremble of anticipation running through me as he slips back into his role.
“Well, then…” Without warning, he dives forward, straight for my exposed pussy. My outer lips are already pulled apart by the way my legs are spread. Ethan’s tongue ventures between them, licking me all the way up to my throbbing clit.
I whimper as he flicks his tongue over it, the sensation both too much and not enough. “Ethan…” His name is like a prayer on my tongue. “Oh, god!”
Ethan licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh, and I can’t do anything. I can’t move my hands to push him away or drag him closer. I can’t close my legs to give myself a second of reprieve. His iron grip on my hips even prevents me from writhing. All I can do is take whatever he decides to give me while making a slew of lewd noises that make me sound like a cat in heat with a broken voice box.
I scream out when he slides his fingers inside me, curling them to reach just the right spot. His mouth continues the exquisite torment of my clit, each of his motions keeping me right on the edge but never pushing me over.
“ETHAN! Please!” I cry out his name again and again. If he doesn’t let me come soon, I might spontaneously combust. Or cease existing. Or have a fucking heart attack. “Ethan, please! Pleasepleaseplease!”
His grin is cocky as he glances at me, his chin and cheeks glistening with my juices. “Yes, bunny?”
“Please, let me come. Please!”
“Are you sorry you ran from me?”
Not even in the slightest. This is the most erotic experience of my life. Also the most frustrating one. “Yes! I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ran, I’m sorry I hid, I’m sorry I tried to hit you. I’m so, so, sorry, but please!”
His lips close around my clit again. “Hmm,” he hums, the vibrations making me see stars. Ethan flattens his tongue, giving me another long, lazy lick before nodding. “Okay.”
I want to weep in joy when he finally brings his cock to my pussy, running it through the slit to coat it with my juices mixed with his saliva. A bead of pre-cum glistens on the tip, and I want to lick it off. But I also want him inside me, now, so I just keep repeating, “Ethan, please!” My new mantra.
My eyes flutter closed as he lines his cock with my opening. Sharp pain on my clit has me snapping them open again. “Eyes on me,” Ethan commands, raising his hand to slap my pussy again if I disobey. “You will never close your eyes again while I’m inside you. I want you to watch me. Watch us.”
“O-okay,” I whimper, keeping my eyes locked on his. “But, Ethan, please, I need you inside me.”
“Watch.” He directs my gaze downward, to where his cock is spreading my pussy lips. As I watch, he inches his hips back, finds the right spot, and pushes forward.
My pussy struggles to stretch around his girth, the sensation somewhere between delightful and painful. Ethan moves slowly but relentlessly, his cock disappearing inside me inch after thick inch. This position allows for intensely deep penetration. By the time he bottoms out, I’m seeing stars, my eyelids drooping.
“WATCH!” Ethan bellows, smacking my clit again, and it’s that sharp pain combined with the way I’m impossibly stretched around him that finally pushes me over the edge.
My mind shatters, my body spasming and clenching around him so tightly it hurts. His cock inside me is my only connection to reality as I ride out the waves of the massive orgasm that has been building inside me for what feels like an eternity.
Just like he ordered, I keep my eyes open, watching the place where we’re connected, where his body becomes mine and mine becomes his.
Tremors still run through my body when Ethan starts moving, setting off more waves of pleasure. I moan and mewl and cry and beg like a woman possessed, tugging at the soft sash binding my wrists.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Ethan mumbles as he leans forward to capture my mouth. The motion deepens the penetration even further, until I feel like he’s speared his damned cock all the way through my body.
“Oh, please, Ethan!” I whimper, all other words having evaporated from my mind. Nothing else exists but him, his cock, and the way it fills me.
Grinding his hips against my clit, Ethan asks, “Are you going to come again, bunny? Will you come again for me, like a good girl?”
I don’t think my body is done with the previous orgasm yet, and I can already feel another one building in its wake. “Y-yes. Please, make me come,” I beg, and he does.
He slams into me over and over. His hand sneaks between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit. As he rubs it, I scream out.
“Yes,” Ethan says breathlessly. “Let me hear you. Moan and scream for me, bunny. Let me hear everything.”
He pinches my clit, and dammit, I never thought I’d be into pain, but with Ethan, it works. The scream leaving my mouth is half tortured, half exhilarating, and I come again. This time, Ethan follows, bellowing his own roar of ecstasy as my pussy squeezes his cock like a vise.
I barely feel him pulsate inside me, preoccupied by my own body jerking and spasming like it’s hooked to a car battery. I try to keep my eyes open, I really do, but when the waves of my pleasure finally begin to subside, I realize my eyes are closed and I’m slowly drifting off to sleep. Or unconsciousness. Who the fuck knows?
Ethan chuckles, his lips ghosting over mine as he unties my hands. I want to touch him, but my arms feel too heavy to lift, so I just leave them limply lying on the bed. Then my ankles are free, my hip joints making alarming popping sounds as I straighten my legs. “Oh, god,” I groan, feeling like I just finished a marathon.
