Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Sways forward.
Does her best to steady her breath.
Fuck, this is a bad idea.
She’s a bad idea.
And not like having a towing company that’s open 24/7 with only one driver but an actual bad idea.
One that will leave me with much more than the occasional sleep deprivation headache and need to be hooked up to a caffeine IV drip.
Scooting over to the side closest to my bat occurs at the same time I repeat, “Get in bed.”
Bunny steals a bite out of her bottom lip before countering, “Why?”
“That way when you have to piss again – which you will – you won’t wake my ass up stumblin’ around.” I pull the cover back enough to present the space as hers. “Can’t promise I’ll be so warm and cuddly a second time.”
“This is you warm and cuddly?”
“Warm.” A crooked grin grows on my face. “I don’t do cuddly.”
“What if I asked?”
“Maybe if you begged.”
There’s no denying or missing the whimper the statement conjures.
Just like there’s no denying or missing the way my cock is beginning to stir.
Lengthen.
Threatening to join a situation I want him in but know he shouldn’t show up for.
Hell, neither of us should.
In fact…
My mouth moves to declare that she can just have the bed while I’ll take the couch when her body drops down onto all fours to crawl across my mattress.
Fucking.
Crawl.
Maintaining hard eye contact during the trek to the territory she’s been offered causes my dick to swell more; however, it’s the dangerous momentary exposure to the view of her tongue ring that pushes the damn thing to thrum in pain.
Fuck. Me.
When was the last time I was this hard?
Have I ever been?
Bunny lies on her side, flops her head on the pillow I just abandoned, and stretches herself out. Against my better judgment, I take all the time irresponsibly possible to admire her stunning, brown skinned legs and the delightful way they meet her firm, round ass. An ass that’s peeking out from underneath the t-shirt she’s wearing informing the whole world she’s not wearing any panties.
Of course, by the whole world I mean me.
Because this is my world.
And she’s just the newest part demanding to be discovered.
Conquered.
Adjusting the blanket over Bunny is followed by her needlessly backing up. The wordless declaration for me to move in closer is executed without hesitation.
No.
Hesitation is probably the one fucking thing I could use next to restraint right about now.
Her hand manages to catch mine before it can return to my side and tuck it about an inch underneath her tit, leaving my thumb to linger in an easy to graze distance. “I’m not asking or begging, Mutt.”
Because why the fuck would she?
She’s barely asked for a goddamn thing since she’s been here.
She just sort of wants, and we someway…some…fucking how…just…give in.
It’s like if the word temptation was 3-D printed with a pussy and a rack worthy of crashing my truck over.
Something I almost did daydreaming about doing this very shit on my way home this evening.
I grunt my annoyance yet simply stay still.
After all, there are worse things than having her wrapped up in my arms.
Flooding my senses with vanilla.
Grinding her ass up and down the span of my shaft.
The realization of the latter has me pausing to affirm what it is I think is happening. That she is indeed sliding my cock between her fabric covered ass cheeks. That she really is rocking her entire body into the motion, doing the very imploring she just declared she wasn’t going to do. I force myself to swallow my groans, which is an easy task until I make the mistake of peeking underneath the sheet to actually see the sight of her ass coating my cock the way it wants her pussy to.
At least for now.
I’ll take that sweet ass eventually.
Just not our first time.
Again.
Unless she begs.
Logic makes an effort to persuade me to leave the situation while instinct blatantly laughs in its face.
Knows what’s about to happen is supposed to happen.
Declares Kipp isn’t going to hate me for this but thank me.
Thank me for test driving his new plaything to insure it’s safe for more than just joyriding.
Knocking my lips against her ear is attached to me growling, “Don’t fucking toy with me, little rabbit.”
Bunny cranes her neck over her shoulder so that our eyes can briefly meet. “Then you toy with me…” Her mouth lowers just enough to let her tongue snake out to touch me with the jewelry I wanna feel. Need to feel. Am gonna fucking feel. “Sir.”
Getting my tongue against hers is done in tandem with yanking a fistful of her hair. I lap up the muted whines of pain and inspire new ones with lash after lash after lash against the little round ball of chaos that’s been calling to me since we first met. Attempts to fight back are made, but they’re pointless.