“Oh, my Bunny,” I groan into her mouth, wrapping one arm around her waist between the steps, pulling her flush against me, her soft tits and hard nipples pushed against my chest. “Oh,fuck, you feel so good.”
She whines, arching her spine and moving with my every thrust, spreading her legs and writhing on my cock, trying to take me further inside her hot channel.
Barely containing a growl, I sink my other hand roughly into the hair at her nape, keeping most of my weight on my knees so I can push up into her and pull her down onto me with my brutal, possessive grip.
“Oh,” she whimpers, over and over again, perfect little, “Oh, oh, oh,”s in time with every joining of our bodies.
“You’re so good, Brigit,” I grunt, driving harder and harder, forcing her onto my cock while I push into her, fucking her with everything I have. Her wide-open mouth pushes messily against mine, moaning into it. Every slap of my body meeting hers echoes off the walls, joining her growing wails and the hot, wet sounds of her cunt soaking me. “I knew you’d be such a good fuck. You moan so pretty for me.”
She cries out, digging her nails into my back, “Cormac, oh— oh, my god, oh, oh, oh, ohfuck.”
“Yeah?” I growl, the sharp pain of her nails scratching down my ribs making my cock jump inside her, breaking me out in goosebumps. “Oh,yeah, oh you love taking this cock, don’t you?”
She tries to nod, and I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling until her neck extends, opening up for me to run my tongue along, dragging a ragged scream out of my gorgeous, delirious with lust girl.
Sinking my teeth into her neck, I order, “Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love it,” she cries.
“Fuckinghell,Brigit,” I rail into her, little more than a feral animal chasing after the screaming orgasm I need from her. “You’reso goodat taking orders. Such a sweet little Bunny.”
A pathetic, needy, whimpering cry slips from between her kiss-swollen lips.
“You’remyfucking Bunny, huh?” I bite out through gritted teeth, making her squeal again. “My obedient, slutty little Bunny.”
“Yours,” she agrees with a cry.
Jesus Christ.
I bet she’d say anything I asked right now. Shelovesbeing told what to do while I fuck her, loves not having to think.
“Tell me you’re my slutty little bunny, Brig.”
She whines, her cunt flexing around me, so close to release she can’t stop the endless whines and cries of my name, sprinkled with desperate pleas I don’t think she even means to utter.
“Say it,” I bite her shoulderhard,making her scream, the sound ringing in my ears until my spine tingles and my cock swells, threatening to unload and spill inside her.
She surrenders, crying out with wild abandon, “I’m your slutty little bunny.”
My eyes roll back in my head, knowing the sound of her screaming that while taking my dick like it’s her only salvation will be the last thing I think of every night and the first every morning. There’s no overstating how god damn perfect she is, how fucking incredible it feels to finally fuck her into oblivion.
I groan into the skin still trapped in my mouth, my teeth digging into her skin, giving her the same pinch of pain her fucking nails are injecting into my back, wildly thrusting, hitting her G-spot with every push, feeling her tighten around me.
“Cormac—fuck,I’m gonna— I’m gonna fucking come. Jesus— fuck, please,” she squeals. “Oh, my god, oh god, oh—” her words cut off in a scream as she shatters, her hot cunt squeezing my cock, trying tofucking drag it further inside, pulsing around me with almost painful intensity.
I grunt and groan into her skin, more animal than man, tasting the blood blooming across my tongue from accidentally breaking skin. The taste of her coppery liquid, the pulsing of her pussy around me, and the sound of her wails of pain and pleasure drag me into my own orgasm; her delicious shoulder the only thing keeping the sound of me shouting her name muffled.
Hot spurts flow out of me into her fluttering cunt as we come together, every flex of her pussy milking more cum from my throbbing dick, the sound of our orgasms mixing adding to the filthy squelching of liquid between Brigit’s legs.
When the high fades and my thrusts slow into lazy, sated pushes of my hips into hers, my rough grip on her nape releases, and she hisses out a breath of relief.
I run my mouth and tongue soothingly across the broken skin from my teeth, drowning in bliss from the flavor of her flesh and blood and the sweat gathering across her heated body.
Lifting my head to look at her face, Brigit’s all but boneless, her head resting on the step, eyes closed and mouth wide open, taking in huge heaving breaths.
I take just a moment to bask in her post-orgasmic beauty, how soft and serene she looks. The only time she ever seems fully relaxed is after I’ve forced her into screaming orgasms.
“I think I cut you,” she mumbles.
