Page 11 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

I want him with a need that aches inside of me so desperately it feels like that fire is going to consume me.

“I want what’s mine, Lily.” His hands hold me open to him as his breath ghosts over me. “I’m owed.”

“Then take it, please.”

His teeth tease my clit through the silk, and I rock against him, but I can’t reach for him.

If I try, I’ll fall over.

“Such an impatient little mortal.” His hands daw over my hips and his fingers grip the band of my underwear. “I should punish you for staying away so long and coming back to me, expecting to get everything you want.”

The only sound I can make is a whimper as he slides my underwear down. I lift my hips for him, drawing my knees together and up as he slides that final piece of clothing from me.

“I want to taste you.”

But he catches my hand when I reach for him. “This is about what I want, Lily. You can wait your turn.”

“You don’t want to reward me for coming back.”

His eyes narrow on me.

“Open for me, Lily.” He nips the inside of my knee. “Let me taste that beautiful pussy again.”

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to worship you.”

“Be a good little wife, and you’ll get what you want.”

“I want quite a lot, Jack.” My gaze travels down his furred stomach.

He doesn’t give me the chance to reach for him again.

Jack descends on me like a starving god.

His tongue works against my clit and I can barely stop myself from raising my hips to meet his mouth. I want that promised orgasm. I want to come across his sweet, furry muzzle.

“How many times have you touched yourself, remembering the way I loved you, Lily?”

He sucks my clit and I have to gasp before I can answer. “Every night.”

“Good girl.”

It had never compared.

It had never been enough to match that memory.

The way I feel now… That memory might not have been enough.

Every stroke of his tongue, his fingers… the pleasure is close enough and just far enough away it feels like I might die before I reach it.

Hands clenched to fists in the pillows at my sides, I rock my hips against him, riding his mouth as he works me higher and higher. And then….

I scream his name as it crashes over me. The pressure is so intense, Jack is the only thing holding me to that bed.

My next breath is a sharp burn against my lungs and I’m painfully aware of the marks my nails have left against my palms. My whole body shakes as I come down from that high.

I hadn’t forgotten.

Nothing can compare to the orgasms Jack gives me.

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