Primal Pursuit

I can already see her pulse racing through that delicate vein in her neck as she gets wet, hating that she reacts to me the way she does. Because despite her fucked-up emotions and tangled reasonings for coming after me, she’s a born natural at the hunt and chase. She craves it.

As much as I do.

Only difference is, I know what I’m doing. I’m in control, and this is just sex, pure and simple. When this starts to bore me, when she’s nothing more than bones bleaching in the sun, I’ll walk away and never look back.But something tells me that won’t be soon because Poppy thrills me in ways no other woman has before. She doesn’t strike me as the type to get clingy, which is usually my number one reason for losing interest. By refusing my aftercare, she indirectly told me that comfort isn’t something she wants from me. And deep down, rabbit likes to play without a safety net. Without rules. And that’s my fucking jam.

No rules.

No net.

Just risk and danger with the enticement of all the rewards. I want my thrills to count. Apparently, so does she.

What is it you think you’re doing right now, rabbit?

I’m whittling down sticks into spikes to shove through your dead, evil heart.

Foreplay? I’m down.

I should have shoved those scissors into your jugular and made you bleed out.

A grin spreads, and I start to massage my cock through my pants. No one in here’s paying any attention to me, and I don’t give a shit if they do. My rabbit is exciting me, and she’s not even here.

And instead, you came all over my cock and begged for more.

The dots don’t even dance. She comes in fast.

Fuck you.

That’s not your number, Poppy rabbit.

Right now, I’m picturing her, cunt wet, clit throbbing against her will, and her hand clenching her phone so hard her knuckles turn white.

But it’s okay, I found it. I can find out lots of things.

The dots dance once again. But I don’t give her a chance to respond.

Next time, I’m going to have you swallow my cum. I’ll let you hold the gun.

But will you leave it loaded? You owe me a clip.

You’ll need to earn it back.

On your hands and knees.Ass in the air.

I want that ass so bruised you can’t sit for a week.

Can a rabbit run with a sore ass?

Can a wolf function without his dick?

Sweet rabbit, your cunt hungers for that dick.

Fuck…

You

!!!

You never answered, rabbit. Where does the white rabbit lead, and can you find it?