Primal Pursuit

“Say. It.” The head of my cock slips past her barrier, and I hear her hiss, but she doesn’t say the word, and the most intense thrill rushes through my veins.

I sweep her hair from the side of her face, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. “That’s my little rabbit,” I murmur and thrust hard into her tight ass.

“Ah,” she moans, and I place my hands on top of hers against the wall, cocooning her in.

“You fucking asshole,” she grits out, but ecstasy drips from her words. “You can’t…I don’t…stop…”

“Safe word, Rabbit.”

“Fuck you.”

I inch out and pound back into her. “That’s not it.”

Her ass keeps coming out and I slam in, balls deep, shuddering against her while I listen to the way she tries to suppress her moans, her pleasure. Her fight is going to get her so much reward.

I pull almost completely out and circle my cock around her ass before slipping back inside. I’m not going to last long. Her tight ass is milking all the self-control from my bones.

I reach around, find her clit, and give it a firm, tight pinch. Her head tips back against me, and I bury my face in her neck, inhaling deep, wanting to get high on her scent.

“I’d tell you that you’re a good girl,” I rasp breathlessly against her ear. “But I know that’s not what you want to hear, is it?”

She’s moaning, loud. It’s the kind of moan so real it’s borderline ugly and guttural. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. Pure music.

I wrap a hand around her throat, forcing her to keep her neck craned backward. “You want to hear what a filthy slutyou are, don’t you? A whore who wants nothing other than my cum up your ass.”

“Harder,” she whispers.

“I can’t hear you, Rabbit.”

“I said harder, you motherfucker.”

She squeals as I twist her clit, slamming into her at a relentless pace while she curses and moans, calling me every goddamn name in the book. I don’t even think she knows what she’s saying anymore. She’s in too deep, in a sea of pure sensation.

She’s making high sounds now on each breath, and she’s starting to shake, to shudder.

I let go of her throat and lean back, one hand on her waist, watching my shaft disappear into that stretched hole, witnessing her ass cheeks bounce every time I slam into her. And fuck, she’s getting wetter. I wish I had a fucking dildo to shove up that tight pussy.

Next time.

She starts to shake in earnest, her entire body shuddering as we make filthy, nasty sounds; our flesh slaps together, our fuckery bouncing off the shadows and crashing against the tall buildings around us.

I can feel her throb around me, feel the contractions squeezing my shaft. She’s so fucking close, but she’s fighting it. She doesn’t want to come, but her body demands it.

I demand it.

“Are you gonna come for me, Rabbit?” I murmur, out of breath.

“Not for you.”

I let out a laugh before I slam into her, harder this time,clamping my finger down on her clit, and by God, she comes.

She comes hard.

She’s fucking wild with pleasure. Her cries are sheer ecstasy. And the heat between our bodies intensifies until it feels like a furnace.

My spine tingles with electricity, and I feel every inch of her insides gripping me tightly, squeezing in pure pleasure. A powerful wave builds within me before my release explodes through me, lighting up every nerve ending until I’m lost in the blissful sensation of coming inside her.

Jesus fucking Christ.