“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t mean to be a bad Bunny,” I whine. “I want to be good for you, only good. But…” I lift my face from his chest and blink at him. “I haven’t been fucked for so long.” He raises a brow at me, a smirk playing along his full mouth.
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” I nod eagerly.
“Didn’t I fuck you good enough last night?” He frowns.
“You did!” I rush out. “You did. So good. It’s just…” Shit, flames lick up my neck with equal parts embarrassment and lust.
“Just what?”
“I’m just so needy for you, Master.” I gulp. “All the time,” I admit. “It’s all I ever think about. How empty I feel.”
“Fuck,” he growls, digging his cock into my stomach. “Will you behave then?” I bob my head up and down, the bunny ears flopping all over the place. “Is that what you need to behave?” he coos, rubbing his hand behind my bunny ear, petting me gently. “You need to be fucked?” I nod eagerly, one ear plumping into my forehead. “Youneed your Master to fuck the bad little bunny right out of you? Is that what you need?”
“Yes, please,” I squeal. “Please, Master. Please. I’ll be good then. I promise. I’ll be good.”
“You will, won’t you? You’ll be at my beck and call if I give you my cock, won’t you, darling?” His blue eyes gleam, a deep indigo now, a feral promise in them.
“I will,” I agree, not just to this, but to everything. “Anything you want, Master. Just please…”
“Anything?” he teases and I nearly come then and there.
“Anything. Always,” I promise, sealing our fate.
“Always,” he repeats, wrapping his hand around my neck and plunging his tongue into my mouth without warning. I open for him, all air leaving my lungs as he plunders my mouth, sucking my tongue against his. He’s wet and warm, and all things dirty and delicious. He gives my throat a test squeeze before his hands slide from my neck, over my shoulders, and down my back. He pauses on the way, teasing me through the fluffy fabric, humming appreciatively. When he reaches my hips, he hesitates, then moves his hands down my thighs, digging his thumbs into my bones. I whine, because fuck my thighs. I want his fingers on my butt, in my hole, fucking me. He laughs again, releasing my mouth, licking down my chin and around my Adam’s apple, sucking it into his mouth, slurping greedily around it.
“Arghhhhh,” I scream, humping him, my dick hurting so badly now. I want to come and I want his cum in me. That’s what I want. Fuck foreplay.
He releases my Adam’s apple with a pop and chuckles. “Impatient, are we, Bunny?”
“Pleeease,” I beg, coming apart on top of him, tears trailing down my face. He pats my thighs, then moves his hands towards my butt. Digging his fingers into thefleshy globes, he wiggles my butt, my hole buzzing with need. His right hand then pulls away and holds up his index and middle fingers in front of my mouth.
“Suck,” he demands. “Make them nice and wet.” I nod over-excitedly because, yes, fuckingfinally. Sucking his fingers into my mouth, I run my tongue up and down, covering them with saliva. He pushes his fingers all the way to the back of my tongue, teasing my throat, and I gag around them. He hums, fucking my throat, tears streaming down my cheeks. “There’s a good Bunny,” he smiles. “There’s my good little Bunny.” I nod, swallowing as drool gathers in my mouth, then eventually spills from my lips and mixes with the tears as they slide down my chin and neck. I’m a mess, but I don’t care because I’mhismess.
When he’s satisfied that I’ve done a good job, he pulls them out of my mouth and holds them up in front of me. “Ready?” I nod.
“Yes, Master. I’m ready. Please.” Then his fingers disappear, and within seconds, I feel their wet coolness at my hole, prodding at the sensitive skin. I jump, but his other hand steadies me, a firm grip on my left butt cheek.
“Easy there.” He smiles, leaning in, resting his sweaty forehead against mine, and I instantly relax. “There’s a good bunny,” he praises me. “Relax, darling.” I close my eyes, focusing on my breath and the feel of him against me. His fingers circle my hole, slowly at first, until they start prodding carefully at my entrance.
“East!” I whimper, chasing his fingers, my balls ready to burst and shoot my release all over my onesie. The need to touch myself, to stroke my dick, becomes overwhelming, but I can’t. There’s no way. I’m trapped. His fingers circle my rim, around and around until I start spinning, too, blood rushing in my head. He licks at my lips, demanding entrance, and the moment I open forhim, his fingers breach my hole, the sweet sting soothed by his tongue against mine. He waits until I’ve adjusted to his fingers, then starts fucking me in slow, deep strokes. Within seconds, I’m riding his hand, leaking like a faucet.
“So eager,” he tsks appreciatively against my lips. “So wet for me, my sweet, sweet Bunny.” I nod, my eyes squeezed tight as I focus on the stretch. There’s no pain now, just a dull throbbing sensation and then the promise of pleasure, all-consuming and infinite. “You’re such a little nympho, aren’t you?” He bites my bottom lip and I whine. “Such an insatiable little nympho.” I nod affirmatively, riding his fingers, my dick catching some friction against the fluffy fabric.
“I am,” I sob. “I need you, Master.” He curls his fingers inside me, rubbing against my sweet spot and I scream, my lungs echoing the sound. “Arrgghh!” He continues to stab at my prostate, pulling animalistic noises from my lips, licking up and down my neck, and occasionally digging his teeth into my skin. Then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, his fingers disappear, my hole clenching with desperation. My Master doesn’t fail me, though. Within seconds, his fat, slick cockhead pushes against my rim, and he slides into me with one smooth stroke. I think I scream again, but no sound leaves my lips. I can’t hear anything. There’s only white-hot pain and pleasure flashing before my eyes.
“So big,” I whimper, as he fills me up. “So big, so big, so big. Hurts.” I struggle around him, and he freezes for a moment before I continue. “So fucking good. It hurts so good.” He relaxes, a sigh leaving him before he starts fucking me. He splits me wide open, my hole stretched to the max, bouncing me up and down on his cock, a firm grip on my hips. And I’m exactly where I’m meant to be, connected with him in the most intimateand all-consuming way. His cockhead rubs against my prostate so good, precum shooting from my slit with each touch.
“This goddamn hole,” he grits, biting into my neck again. “This sweet, sweet little hole.” Sweat beads across his forehead and I dip my tongue out, tasting him, his essence exploding in my mouth. “You were meant to be fuckedjust.like.this!” He digs the words deep inside me with his fat cock.
“I am,” I gasp. “I am.”
“This fucking hole,” he growls again, biting even harder into my neck, then soothing the sting with his tongue. This is a claiming. There’s no doubt about it. It’s rough, and it’s filthy, and it’s permanent. It’s his wolf coming out, taking from me what he wants, and I go willingly. The bunny in me needs it. Ineedhim.
His thrusts are becoming irregular now, frantic, and I know that he’s close. My chest expands with pride over what I’m doing to him, my Master. My hole pulses around his cock. It’s like he’s determined to fuck my insides raw, and I love that idea. I want to throb and ache for days as he uses my body and my hole, taking what he needs from me.
“This hole,” he repeats. “I’m gonna breed this fucking hole. I’m gonna fuck a baby bunny into you. You want that, don’t you, Bunny? You want me to breed you?” he croaks.
