“Give it to me.” Stopping between her ungodly legs, my left hand takes control of her hip while my right is breaking the stick away from her sticky fingers.
I catch the rough swallow spiraling down her throat, her stammering, flustered gibberish pumping my dick with a blood rush I can’t refuse.
“You’ll forgive me,” I manipulate, staring into her scared eyes and lowering her fucking mess to the one I’m about to make.
“For what?” she murmurs, her cheeks plump from the summer heat.
Indenting her soft skin with my fingers, I look between us, silently pointing out I’m about to take what I want—and she’s gonna love it.
Sliding the red tip down her panties, her gasp has my eyes shooting to hers. “I’ll make you feel good, Bunny.” My head tilts, waiting for her reaction as I get her cold treat over her clit.
She blocks a whimper, looking so fucking pretty while looking up at me, her hips grinding forward like she’s willing to accept the lines we’re blurring. “I… I’ve been sweating.”
My brow hikes up, and I apply more pressure, getting her nice and wet with languid strokes of the popsicle. “Does it look like I care?”
Her lips quiver down, and her brows flatten, giving me an influx of dopamine from how perfect she acts asmyprey. “No,” she breathes, shaking her head and digging her nails into the wooden tabletop.
“That’s right, baby bunny.” I crowd over her, getting close enough to be able to grind against her if I wanted. “Do you wanna feel what you do to me? What the thought of consuming every inch of you does to me?”
She shifts her legs farther out, sucking her pouty bottom lip into her mouth and nodding.
“Fuck,” I groan, using her consent to tighten my hand into the muscles in her ass, then I lift her soaked pussy up and roll the hard bulge of my cock up the red stain.
She looks down at the contact, and the candied moan slipping off her tongue hooks my fingers into the lace on her hip.
I can’t wait anymore. I need it.
I’m aching for her.
Moving the dripping sugar to the side, I hook into the other side of her panties and start slipping them down. “Lift your hips for me.”
Nervously, she wets her lips, twisting her toes inside her socks. “What if you think it’s ugly?”
My brows drop my vision to slits. “Lift. Your hips. Bunny. Or I’ll tear them off.”
Being obedient, she nimbly lifts her hips and thrusts her hungry cunt against the air. “Just this once. Okay?”
“No,” I argue, bouncing between her eyes and the white fabric I could easily rip out of my way. “I’m gonna consume you whenever I want. Even if you’re asleep when I get hungry.”
Like I just whispered a promise to her darkest fantasy, the fear in her eyes dissolves and she rests her ass back down. “You’d have to be quiet… And put your hand over my mouth.”
My chest thrums, working her panties down her thighs. “Is that what you do?” I whisper, moving closer to the sweetness of her breath. “You cover your mouth so no one can hear you? SoIcan’t hear you?”
I have to look down. But I know once I do, I’m gonna become an animal. And I’m waiting on the edge of my seat for the answer that has her cheeks burning hotter, the red flushing out her dirty secrets.
“Mm-hmm,” she nods, biting at her lip.
“You horny little fucking rabbit,” I exhale out, circling my hands around her knees to feel the silky, sweaty glide down her legs. “Let me see.”
Sweeping her panties off her feet, the static of anticipation cuts up my stomach, and my gaze drops to a sight better than I could’ve imagined.
She tries being sly and closing her legs, but I hook around her inner thighs and pry her back open, happily falling to my knees for a closer look at the slickness, the burnt sienna shade that’s petaled for her femininity.
My dick twitches in my boxers, and before she can start her insecure question, I’m looking up at her and grabbing the melting popsicle.
“Wait, Razor!” she whisper-shouts, tossing her pretty hand over to hide her pussy from me. “That’s not a good idea.”
Still looking up at her, I lean in and kiss the back of her hand, maneuvering the dripping, cold sugar underneath her leg.
