“Yes!” I scream because I want whatever he wants. And I think I scream that, too, because he stills for a moment, then fucks me even harder, deeper, faster.
“You’re mine,” he promises. “Every part of you belongs to me now.” I nod, my tears leaking into his golden hair.
“Yes,” I sigh, happiness filling my chest. “Yours.” And then I come. I come harder than I ever have before, my hole squeezing his cock so tightly thathe gasps and curses. He follows me over the edge seconds later, yelling his release against my neck.
“Fuuuck!” He fucks his cum into me, my sensitive insides quivering around him. “So good,” he pants. “So, so fucking good.” He slides his tongue up my neck, then along my chin, until he finds my mouth and kisses me reverently. “I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. “My darling. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Master,” I whisper, and although a thousand sensations inhabit my body all at once, I can’t name a single one of them. “You are my purpose,” I admit, baring myself completely for him. “There’s only you.” I feel his smile on my lips, his cock still throbbing inside me.
“There’s only you too, Benjamin,” he says, pulling away slightly, my name spoken with such tenderness that I can’t hold back.
“Did you mean it?” I ask. “That you wanted to…” I trail off, suddenly uncertain, digging my teeth into my bottom lip. His blue gaze zeroes in on my mouth, then coasts across the rest of my face, his eyes eventually locking onto mine.
“That I want to fuck a baby bunny into you?” He winces, blushing adorably.
“Yes,” I nod. “Or was that just…was that just something you…”
“Is that something you’d want? One day?” he asks, his eyes darkening. And I can’t lie. Not when he looks at me like that. Not when his cum is inside me and the imprint of his teeth is burning on my neck.
“Maybe,” I admit. “Yes, maybe one day, I’d want that. With you.” He nods slowly, and just when I can’t take it anymore and want to blurt, ‘just kidding!’ jazz hands and all, he shrugs, then echoes my own words back to me. “I want whatever you want. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Yeah?” I sniffle.
“Sure,” he laughs. “Why the hell not?” I giggle at that because, wow, who would’ve thought? “And it’ll finally get my mother off my goddamn back if we start popping out babies.” He winks.Babies. As in plural. An entire litter, perhaps. I giggle again and snort, because being happy feels wonderful, just wonderful. East winces because he’s still inside me.
“You know I can’t actually have your babies, right?” I grin stupidly, then yawn, feeling a beginning fatigue overtaking my well-fucked, sated body.
“I know,” he says, and he actually looks sad for a moment. Then he brightens, regarding me just as stupidly. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
Chapter Twenty
Easter
“I’m really sorry,” he dips his head, glancing at his hands in his lap.
“Will you cut it out?” I chuckle. “I’ll get you a new one. Fuck, I’ll get you ten.” Yes, the bunny onesie is ruined. But fuck, did we have fun ruining it. And although Benjamin looks crestfallen right now, it was as much my fault as it was his. Sure, his cum ruined the fabric in the front, but I was the one who tore off the bunny’s butt when he tried to get out of bed and I forcefully pulled him back.
“Really?” He perks up, looking at me, his grey-brown eyes wide.
“Sure.” I shrug.I’ll get you anything you want.At this rate, I’m already headed for an Amazon Gold Member Card.
“Okay, East.” He smiles at me in that way of his that makes me want to slam the brakes and pull the car over this very minute and fuck him senseless. I don’t care where or when or who sees us. He belongs to me now and I’m a needy bastard. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of the world can either watch me tear my Bunny’shole apart or fuck the fuck off. My fingers tingle to just swerve onto the hard shoulder and put the ‘Attention! Emergency Fuck Ahead’light on. Ugh, I wish, but if there’s one thing my mother hates, it’s tardiness. She won’t have it, and we’re already running late because Benjamin had a breakdown of epic proportions when I told him that 1) yes, we definitely ruined the bloody bunny onesie and 2) I forgot we were invited to lunch at my mum’s house. Yes,we.That was her final demand before she hung up two hours earlier,‘Don’t be late, Easter, and remember to bring that darling boy of yours.’
Mum greets us from the doorstep, waving her arms like a bloody marshaller, as if I’ve caught a case of amnesia overnight and forgotten where I grew up. Her rainbow-striped apron sparkles in the bright spring sun and I instantly feel bad for not appreciating her more. As far as mums go, I’ve won the fucking lottery. It’s not that I don’t. Appreciate her, I mean. I’m just bad at telling her. How much I love her. As she starts jumping up and down, her lips shaped into that ‘yoo-hoo’of hers, I vow to tell her before I leave today. I know she still carries a lot of guilt from back when Dad died, but now that I know what it’s like to truly love someone, I can’t seem to hold on to any leftover resentment towards her.
“Your mum’s a rainbow,” Benjamin snorts and starts humming ‘She’s a Rainbow’ by the Rolling Stones. I smile at him like a loon, forgetting myself and where I am, randomly blurting, “You’re the sun.” He turns in my direction so quickly that he nearly headbutts me. “Reaally? I’m the sun?” he looks at me wide-eyed, shifting in his seat. Oh, dear God, this Bunny is one B from blowing in his pants already. We need to get this show back on track and commenceMission:How to Survive Lunch with your mum without fucking your Bunny on the Table.
“Right,” I grunt, wiping my hands roughly across my face. “Let’s go, darling.”
We quickly disembark from the car and make our way towards my personal cheering squad, aka Mum. Bunny lingers a few steps behind me as we walk across the lawn in front of Mum’s bungalow. Spring flowers are starting to burst through the crisp green carpet, and Benjaminoohsandaahseagerly telling me their Latin names, most of them something withvulgaris. For fuck’s sake.
“Darlings!” Mum storms towards us as we reach the house. “Let me take a look at you!” She beams, and I brace myself for hermum attack, scrunching my nose because that is a scientifically proven defence against mum kisses. But she breezes right past me, like I’m day-old toast, heading straight for Benjamin. “There you are!” she coos, wrapping him in a rainbow hug and rocking him from side to side. He looks helplessly at me over her shoulder, his eyes wide, dark brown curls all over the place, sparkling as they catch the sun.
“Just go with it,” I say, smirking. “Don’t fight it. It’ll only spur her on.” He blinks at me, then relaxes into her arms, his eyelids fluttering closed. My poor darling. It will take some time and a lot of reassurance, but I’m determined to convince him he has a family now. He has me and Mum. And Mr Harvey, of course. He’s already texted me twice this morning asking about Benjamin. Maybe we’ll bring Mr Harvey with us the next time we visit Mum. That’ll keep her somewhat pacified.
Minutes later, we’re placed around a lavish table. It’s clear that Mum has outdone herself, making sure all my favourite dishes are here, along with a wide range of vegetables. Yes,someone,as inbesotted-boyfriend-of-the-year,may have dropped a few hints about Benjamin being a veggie fan. Benjamin takesit all in, his gaze coasting along the beautifully set table and the steaming, delicious dishes.
“You go on now, sweetie,” Mum smiles at him. “Don’t be shy. If you see something you like, grab it.” She winks. Benjamin blushes, his eyes locking on mine, and I just nod and smile because what can you do when you’re sitting across from the man of your dreams?
