Page 66 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

“No.” I hold my hand out and he does stop—which surprises me. “Let me fuck you the way you like.”

His smile tightens and I know he wants to say no, but instead, he says, “Anything you want, baby girl.”

I really hate that endearment.

Pulling myself to my feet, I guide him back to sitting and slip what’s left of my dress from my shoulders, letting the suddenly heavy fabric pull itself down my body—letting him watch it go.

He sits, licking his lips with a too-long, too-purple tongue.

“Come show me how you worship your god, baby girl.”

His cock juts up like a picket and I imagine trying to take him like this would require literally impaling myself on him.

So I straddle him, but low on his legs and I take hold of his cock before he can complain.

“Jack,” I say, eyes wide, meeting his gaze. “It feels so big.”

There’s a moment of curious concern on Minoka’s face, and then, he chuckles. “It just feels that way because you’ve missed me.”

I stroke him a few more times before I walk myself forward, just enough that I can press my mound to him, grinding my pussy against him.

“Yes, pet.” His breathy words come out with a lowing sound.

I hold him tight to my body, letting the wetness left behind by his tongue slick his shaft.

I rise and I rock against him, and I don’t let him shift the angle of his hips. I don’t let him push that enormous cock inside me.

I have a feeling I could easily get myself off like this.

But this isn’t about chasing my orgasm. It’s about making a point. It’s about winning the game.

Still… I can’t hate that it feels good.

And if I close my eyes… if I tilt my head back… if he doesn’t make any sound… I can pretend.

He huffs a heavy breath out his flared nostrils and his fingers tighten on my hips. “What are you thinking about, baby girl? What’s so interesting up there?”

“I’m thinking about you, Jack.”

His fingers dig into my skin, and I meet his eyes again.

He doesn’t flinch away from my gaze, so I smile and squeeze his cock, grinding my clit against him even harder as I move against him.

I can see him begin to lose focus.

The illusion starts to fade—not just for me, but for the audience we’ve gathered.

I hear a hoof clop when he stamps his foot.

He’s close, but he’s not close enough.

I arch back, taking hold of his balls with my other hand and give him a squeeze.

Bearing down on him, I rock harder. I pulse against him in a rhythm I know will drive him higher.

And then, when I feel his balls start to tighten, I lean forward, bearing down on him as my lips find his ear. “Go fuck yourself, Minoka.”

I kiss the egg, and I’m in Jack’s arms as we both watch a bolt of come spray from Minoka’s cock, straight into the air… and fall back onto the trickster god.

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