“Because you kept watching,” she hesitated before speaking slowly, laced with sugar, basically yanking on my cock. “If you… didn't like what you saw,” she sighed as I stepped closer again to stand over her succulent body, “you would’ve turned away and stopped watching. But instead, ah, you stayed and kept watching your brother…ffffuck me.”
I cupped her chin, ran my thumb over her plump bottom lip, as she looked up at me as if I were a king. “What do you want, girl?”
Her hands found the front of my jeans and unzipped me, flipped my hard as fuck cock out, and wrapped those lips overmy shaft and began licking and sucking, moving up and down. After a few seconds, she pulled off and looked up to me and said, “I want you to help me destroy my stepmother.”
I smiled as she bit her bottom lip again, as her little hand wrapped around my cock and began slowly rubbing. “Destroying your stepmother is not part of our plan,” I told her straight.
“Change the plan,” she demanded, rubbing me harder.
I grabbed a chunk of her hair, wrapped it around my fist, pulled her head back, drawing a gasp from those lips. “Get on your hands and knees, wabbit,” I ordered. She hesitated as fear flashed behind those eyes, then, like a good girl, she awkwardly reorganized her body, having two challenges to deal with, both her swollen ankle and me holding her hair.
She then stuck her ass up at me, pulled down her pants to reveal her sweet, perky, fleshy cheeks and crack that I wanted to run my tongue down. But I wanted to be mean to her. The wabbit who called the cops on us deserved to be punished.
“Let’s see how much you can take before you break?” I warned her, before plunging my length in all the way, drawing out a high-pitched gasp. With one hand holding onto her hair like a rein, the other hand held on to her fleshy butt cheek as I slammed her, jolting her body forward.
Balls smacking against her flesh, thrusting faster and faster, keeping up the pace as her sighs and moans grew more excitable. Then I suddenly pulled out, and she glanced back at me, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire.
My cock was shiny from her wet pussy, stuck out like an impressive rod, as I looked down at my wabbit and said, “There is a way where both of us get what we want.”
“What is it?” she asked with so much hope in her tone.
“First, you have to do something for me?” I ordered as my finger moved down to her tight hole, and I wiggled it inside as she flinched. “You ever been fucked in the ass?”
She shook her head. “No,” she breathed, frightened, but at my mercy. She had no choice, and I liked that.
“I’m going to fuck you in the ass,” I told her, “if you take it, wabbit, I’ll tell you how we can achieve our objectives.”
“Okay,” she sighed, obviously unsure but desperate for any chance to succeed in overthrowing her stepmother.
“Relax,” I demanded as I wormed my cock in her tight hole and grunted as the feel of her skin wrapped around my cock. Halfway in, I began thrusting in short movements to force my cock further in. “Relax,” I kept repeating. “If you tense up too much, it will hurt like hell.”
I continued, “I’m just gonna sit here with my entire length inside you, filling you up, cos it feels so fucking good.” She made a soft little sigh and wiggled her ass a little as I began thrusting, in and out, drawing moans from a mouth I haven't kissed yet.
I slammed harder and harder to test her strength, pulled her hair back, increased the pace, slapping balls against her butt, fuck, she felt good.
As we fell into a rhythm, she started screaming with each strike, shirt sharp screams of desire. Sweat poured from my brow as the tremendous energy and drive to fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to shit for a week came over me. I needed to punish her, but my reason for punishing the wabbit faded with each thrust, so all I had left was pure animal instincts.
Her little hands gripped the blankets as her knuckles turned white, the back of her thighs shook, butt cheeks quivered, lower back muscles pulsated, juice dribbled from her asshole, my grunting, her sharp screams of utter elation as we began climaxing.
“Oh my god,” she sighed as if I was killing her, but the cutting of the skin felt good, a sharp sting before the relief.
Tight hole clamping around my cock caused a buildup in my balls, and just as I was about to release, I pulled out and said, “Marry me,” just as I creamed all over her back.
“What?” she gasped. Those two words sobered her up faster than a lightning strike. “Huh?” Her tone was as if I’d gone mad, and maybe I had.
“Marry me.” It was weird saying it aloud, but I waited for my instincts to scream at me in retaliation for my stupidity. But the words landed in my chest and felt good, not something to reject or run away from, but the idea of marrying the daughter of Maxwell Boleyn felt fucking good.
She, on the other hand, was dumbstruck, speechless, and never saw that coming. Yep, it was a surprise for me, too, but it will achieve what we both want, and well…any fool could see that Adina would make a good wife.
“Marry me.”
