Page 76 of Claiming His Bunny
What should I do? Where do I go?
As if to save me from the trouble of figuring out my next step, Ethan’s hand darts from behind a tree, yanking me against his chest. “Boo!” he chuckles darkly. “Caught you, little bunny.”
A shriek escapes, and I thrash in his grip, but he easily overpowers me. “Let me go!” I cry as he pins my arms to my body.
“I think not.”
He kicks my legs from under me and lowers me to the mossy forest floor, immediately straddling my thighs. I flail my arms in a pathetic attempt to slap him, but he grips both my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head. “Are you done?” he asks, his other hand gripping my cheeks.
I’m done. I’m so fucking done. I just want him to fuck me already. “Yes.”
Ethan cocks his brow. “Yes, what?”
Huh? What does he want to hear? “Yes…sir? Master? Daddy?” I cringe at the last word.
Ethan cringes back. “Ugh. Red.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I don’t like that one either.” I know some people love it, and I’m happy for them, but I just don’t see anything erotic in it, and I’m beyond grateful Ethan doesn’t either. “Will you please fuck me already? Sir?”
“You’ve got a mouth on you, bunny,” he chuckles. “Lucky for you, I’m done waiting.”
He flips me over, pulling my hips up until my ass sticks up. One hand tangled in my hair is holding my cheek down in the dirt, and the other one yanks my leggings and panties down at once.
I spread my legs, expecting his fingers on my pussy, but he spanks my ass instead. “That’s for running away from me,” he growls, bringing his hand down again. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.” Each word is accentuated by another strike, the pain shooting straight into my clit and turning to pleasure on the way. “There’s nowhere you could run where I wouldn’t find you. Nowhere you can hide. No one that can help you. You. Are. Mine. Understood?”
My moans and whimpers become a cacophony of desire. “Y-yes. Yes, sir!” I add when he slaps my ass again. “I’m yours. Only yours. Please, I need you! Ethan, please!”
I whimper in relief when he finally touches my pussy, his fingers sliding through the wetness between my thighs. That’s it, he’ll finally—“OH, GOD!”
He slaps my clit, the sharp pain pushing me over the edge. I shriek out, writhing underneath him as I ride out my orgasm, his fingers teasing my overly sensitive spots. Just when I start to come down from my high, Ethan slams into me, bottoming out in one rough stroke, setting off fresh waves of pleasure. I’m not sure if it’s a new orgasm or a continuation of the previous one, and I lack the brain capacity to ponder the topic.
My fingers dig into the dirt as Ethan pounds into me, my cheek sliding back and forth across the layer of leaves and dirt on the forest floor. His fingers are still in my hair, holding me down, the grip bordering on painful. His other hand is on my hip, then slides in front of my body to find my tortured clit. As he rubs it, I clench around his cock. “Oh, I like that,” he chuckles.
“Too much,” I whimper, trying to move out of his reach, but he doesn’t relent.
“It’s not too much. You’ll come for me again, bunny.” At my sound of protest, he slaps my ass again. “Yes, you will. It’s not up for discussion. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll do it. Understood?”
“Yes…” A sharp flare of pain makes me amend, “Yes, sir.”
Ethan grunts his approval. He nudges my knees further apart, deepening the angle at which his cock pounds into me with the power of a pneumatic hammer. His fingers on my clit continue moving, relentlessly pushing me toward another orgasm.
When I shatter, Ethan follows, his cock pulsating inside me as I squeeze every single drop out of it.
“Fuck.” He collapses on top of me, supporting his weight just enough so as not to crush me.
“Mmm,” I agree, panting. “Fuck.”
We lie there in a tight embrace until I can no longer stand the twig digging into my stomach and wriggle. Ethan immediately releases me, his smile bashful. “I’m sorry. I got a little lost in the moment. Are you okay?”
“Better than okay.” I roll onto my back, wincing as I stretch out my arms and legs. My thighs burn as if I just spent an hour in the gym, and I know I’ll feel them tomorrow. Maybe the day after that, too.
Ethan looks worried, so I hurry to reassure him. “I’m fine, really. It’s just too much exercise. The work in the stables, the horse riding, the running…”
“The fucking,” he adds, his worries melting away. “Do you want me to carry you back to the car?”
“So you can throw out your back, and then we’re both be useless tomorrow? No, thank you. I expect a massage when we get back home, though. And help with detangling my hair because fuck, that’s going to hurt. And maybe—What?”
He stares at me, his mouth hanging open. “You said home. You said, ‘When we get back home.’ Did you mean that?”
