“I’m not blacked out, Nova.” He nips my neck and releases a breast to tuck my hair over my shoulder. His hand glides down my back and settles on my ass. “Are you done being stubborn and coming up with excuses? Or do I need to teach you a lesson?”
I try to glare at him. I really do. But the look dies a quick death the moment he swats my ass and raises an eyebrow.
I swallow my pride and nod, but I can’t stop my sharp tongue in time as I say, “So what do you plan on doing, then? Fondling me in front of the mirror until I accept that I’m pretty?”
Amusement dances in his eyes. He lowers his arms and steps back. “You’re right. Playing with your tits isn’t enough.”
My jaw drops as I watch him peel off his jacket, his shirt joining it on the floor. Then he works his pants undone. He raises his head, catches me staring, and grins. “Take your shoes off, but keep your thigh-highs on, then put your hands on the mirror and bend forward.”
My head swims with anticipation, knowing it won’t be long until he’s inside me. I kick off my shoes, step closer to the mirror and place my palms on the cool glass, then bend until my ass juts out.
I thought I could be strong enough to resist my playboy brother. I believed if I made the no-sex rule, it would stop things from getting weird. But it’s too late. I realize it was just a matter of time before this would have happened.
Aiden shoves his pants down his thighs, freeing his erection from its confines. He kicks off his boots, and his pants join the rest of his clothes on the floor. Then he raises his head and fists himself. Our eyes meet in the reflection as he positions himself behind me, his free hand coming between us.
“I’d undress you, but I love you in this bunny suit.” He flicks the fuzzy white tail and grins. “So I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you like this.”
My legs tremble, and he hasn’t even touched me the way I want him to yet. Aiden hooks his fingers beneath the panty line and slips the thong aside. He swipes the tip of his cock between my folds and groans.
“Fuck, pretty girl. You’re soaked.” He hisses between his teeth as he pushes the tip into my entrance, stretching me with his invasion.
I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. “Yes.” I yelp as he eases more of himself inside. “You’re too big. I don’t know if I can?—”
“I know you can take it.” He slides another inch inside me and groans.
I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek until copper coats my tongue. Dildos are one thing. I have plenty of lube to ease them into my body. However, this is different. Aiden is thicker and longer than my toys, and my body isn’t used to this kind of size.
He bends over me, flattening his chest against my back. His arm snakes around my middle, and his hand slides between my legs.
“Open your eyes,” he murmurs.
I peek at him and loose a shaky breath. His fingers slide the front of my bunny suit to the side before dipping further and rubbing my clit. Pleasure mixes with the uncomfortable pressure.
“There we go. You’re doing so good taking my cock,” he coos. “Focus on me.”
I nod, not caring how desperate I look. He smiles and surges forward until the tip of his cock bumps against my cervix.
“Fuck.” He groans and drops his forehead against my shoulder. “That’s my girl. I knew you could do it.”
I pant and widen my stance to get more comfortable. The pressure and tension are almost too much, but I refuse to back out now. At least I now know what it means when people talk about a guy rearranging your guts.
Tingles spread to my stomach and down to my toes the more Aiden plays with my clit, all while holding still and not fucking me like we both really want. He lifts his head and tests my reaction by withdrawing until only the tip remains, then slams back in. A choked noise escapes me, and I keep my eyes open, despite wanting to squeeze them shut.
“Good girl.” He drags his shaft out, then rams inside me. “Keep looking at yourself.”
Aiden measures every stroke, alternating between soft-and-shallow and hard-and-fast. I brace myself against the mirror with trembling hands. He doesn’t hold back. He fucks me like he’s trying to break me, his praises holding the promise that he’ll piece me together by the end.
He straightens and rakes his gaze down my body. “I really do love this outfit.” A smirk curls his lip, and he flicks the bunny tail. “But I need to see all of you now.”
He steps back, leaving me feeling empty and on edge as his dick slips out of me. He rips off my outfit, gathers me in his arms, and carries me to his bed across from the mirror. Sittingon the end of the mattress, he lowers me onto his cock. I cry out from the angle and throw my head back.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he says through gritted teeth. His arms loop beneath my thighs, then spread my legs as far apart as they can go. He leans to the side, looking past me at our reflection to get a full view of where we’re joined.
“Goddamn,” he breathes, and thrusts up, shoving his cock deeper until my toes curl and I scream from the mixture of pain and pleasure. My arousal coats his shaft, blurring the tattoo on the underside as it disappears inside me.
Just how big is that fucking tattoo?
The question fades when his dick glides against a sensitive spot that curls my toes and makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. Aiden kisses my neck and grunts.
