Page 30 of Run, Little Rabbit

“Strip,” he commands, and I instantly obey.

I rise on shaky legs and and strip out of my clothes until I’m standing there naked, my dick pointing skyward, and my breaths coming unsteadily.

His smile is wide and feral as he twirls his finger in the air. I turn around, facing the couch, and wait. I can feel him behind me, his breaths caressing the back of my neck, the heat of his body reaching my back.

We stay like that for a moment, and the anticipation builds, suspending us in time for the briefest of moments.

The calm before the storm.

The quiet before the madness.

A growl rips through the air, and then his hands are everywhere. Pushing me. Slapping me. Forcing me to my knees on the couch. Thrusting my head down so my ass ends up in the air.

He presses against me, the soft material of his trousers brushing against my sensitive skin.

His hands hit my ass and pull my cheeks apart.

“What a fucking sight,” Maxim groans. He leans forwards, and his tongue swipes up my taint and over my hole.

“Stop teasing me,” I snap. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Again, his tongue moves slowly over my hole, and I’m about ready to scream. This isn’t what I want.

“Give me what I want, Maxim. Or I’ll find someone who will. Perhaps the Quinn boys would be up for a repeat.”

A sudden sting radiates across my cheek, and it fuckingsmarts.

“Okay, love. You want it rough?” A sound of a zipper. “Be careful what you wish for.”

The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and the obscene sound of him spitting against my hole fills the room.

At least he’s not taking me completely dry.

The burn is unreal as he thrusts into me, and I try not to clench, but the pain hurts so good. A gasp wrenches itself from my throat as he finally bottoms out and his hand wraps around the back of my neck, his fingers resting on my pulse point.

A hum of satisfaction leaves his mouth as my pulse flutters beneath his fingertips.

“Yes, Angel. Such a good little doll for me.”

Lust sends sparks all the way to my balls at his dirty words.

Yes, Maxim. Fucking use me.

He doesn’t even start slow. The pace is intense, right from the off. The room fills with the sound of grunts, groans and growls as he punishes my ass.

A low whine falls from my lips as he hits the perfect spot, sending waves of pleasure through me. Heat coils at the base of my spine, and I’m close. So fucking close.

I wrap my fingers around his hand at the back of my neck and squeeze. I need more to get me there, to take me over the edge. He gets my hint, knowing exactly what I need. He moves his hand to the front of my throat and digs his fingers into my skin. The pressure cuts off my airway, and everything goes into overdrive. My heart races as it surges into survival mode.

“Harder,” I manage to gasp out.

“Jesus,” Maxim says as his breaths turn ragged and his hips judder.

Lightning fizzles along my nerves, my balls tighten, and black spots dance in my vision. Everything tightens, coils, twists…

Then it hits me like a motherfucking tsunami.

A hoarse cry rips from my throat as my cock shoots ropes of cum, completely untouched. My body spasms and clenches, and I feel Maxim pulse deep inside me.