So beautiful.
“You want me to fuck a baby into you?” Though it’s not like I’m going to stop now.
Her pussy twitches and I groan.
“Your sweet little cunt is practically begging me to fill you up.” I’m driving into her with no control. My balls have pulled up, and my cock is on the edge of exploding.
“That’s so filthy,” she whimpers.
“And you love it. My gorgeous, dirty girl. My perfect bunny who’ll give me so many babies.”
Wordless sounds of pleasure fall from her lips, and the pumping of my body into hers has a wet sound that heats her cheeks. She can’t hide how this turns her on.
“I’m going to breed you, little bunny.” I grit out the promise.
One more thrust, then another, and the ecstasy snaps.
I explode.
I bury myself balls deep in her pussy, right at her limit, and paint her insides. Over and over the orgasm washes through and out of me. Filling her up.
“Mine.” I roar the word. A claim as much as the seed I’m pouring into her. “You’re mine.”
I can’t look away from her.
Nina is my universe.
I shudder and groan as I spill.
It’s endless, and not enough. Never enough with my bunny. I will always want to be closer.
But eventually, the pulses recede, and I’m left with my fingers pressed hard into her generous thighs and my head slumped against her ankle, which is resting on my shoulder.
I’m destroyed. Wrecked.
But she remains my highest priority. Brushing my lips over her calf, I ease her leg down and then lean forwards. Still inside her, I unlock the cuffs, then pull her to lie in my arms.
“That’s it. My good girl. So sweet. Took my cock so well.” I talk nonsense. Soft words of affection and approval. She’s limp and tired, and I’m destroyed. But that doesn’t mean I can’t hold her close. I need her next to me like she’s a drug that’s only transferable with skin-to-skin contact.
I stroke her hair, and when my erection eventually softens and slips out of her, I cup her pussy and finger her gently, pushing our combined juices back into her.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re mine, now. I’m not going to let you go.” I hold her to me as I finger her with my come. I can’thelp it. I don’t stop touching her, and soon she’s squirming and crying out as she comes again, and I kiss her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips.
As her skin cools, I drag the covers over us.
We nap. Or, Nina does, exhausted from orgasms. Her sleepiness makes my heart swell with satisfaction that she’s sated.
I run my hands over her naked body, possessive. She’s mine and she’s so lovely.
When she stirs, I can’t restrain my smile. “Hungry?”
She tilts her head until she can look into my eyes, and there’s a hint of uncertainty there even as she nods.
I cut up her clothes, so when she’s on her feet, she hesitates, and goes to cover herself with her hands and looks towards the door, presumably thinking of the bag she brought. Then she squeals, and clamps her legs together. “I need to?—”
“Leave it,” I say roughly. “I like my come dripping down your legs, Bunny.”
She flushes scarlet.
