Page 85 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

I drag his face to mine and kiss him.

I kiss him like it might be able to make me forget. Like it’s my only lifeline.

And he returns it just as fiercely.

“What do you need, Lily? Tell me what you want, and you can have it.”

“I want to taste you.” It feels like a lifetime since I have.

I want him in my mouth so I stop wanting to scream.

I want to choke on him so the tears that threaten at my eyes have a point and purpose.

I want to fill myself with him in every way possible, in case this is the last chance I’m given to have him.

A low ledge seems to grow out of the moss-covered wall, and Jack sits, leaning in such a way that when I go to my knees on the moss that has grown out over the rocky floor, I am in perfect line with his cock.

His hand in my hair, Jack lets me draw him into my mouth, to lick and suck and stroke him.

He lets me worship him anyway I see fit.

And force myself to go slow and steady. It isn’t a race. It can’t be a punishment.

I want him to fill me deeply and completely. Everything has been on an abbreviated timeline. I want to savour this. I want to pretend that there is no looming axe over my head.

His cock is my only focus. Finding his pleasure is my only goal.

But not even my Easter Bunny can last forever.

That sugary come fills my mouth, and I swallow every drop I can, but there’s so much, it spills down me, and I can’t stop myself from laughing at the mess we’ve made.

But Jack doesn’t let me wash it off before he pulls me from the ground and draws my lips to his, making me straddle him.

I let him try to distract me, but his cock is still hard, pressing against me and I reach behind me, moving so I’m high enough I can—

I moan into his mouth as I slide down on to him.

Jack holds me, guiding me this time as he works me onto his enormous shaft. As he helps me take all of him into my body.

I vaguely wonder if I’ll ever fit him perfectly on the first try. Even though I know the answer is no.

Hands on my hips, Jack loves me slowly, drawing out each gasp and shattered breath.

He watches me as he fucks me, like he’s memorising every little sound and tremor. Like he can’t quite trust that we’ll find our way out of this after all.

His thumb teases my clit as he murmurs encouragements, as he loves me with his words as well as his body.

The orgasm that washes over me is a gentle thing. Just enough force to tighten my muscles and shoot that ecstasy through my veins.

But the moan I press into his chest is a soft sound, one that seems to spear straight through him and a moment later, he comes again.

We stay joined, water dripping over us, his come leaking from me to the moss below. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to do anything.

Hand petting my hair, Jack’s words are low, meant only for me—as though someone else might hear. “I’ll give you anything in my power, Lily. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jack.” And now, I’m going to lose him before I’ve even had a chance to truly have him.

“Let’s clean you up again and go lay down. I’m not going to be able to think inside of you.”

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