Primal Pursuit

“Lift,” I breathe against her ear, and I can feel her shudder as she does.

I reach under Rabbit’s ass and lower my zipper, pulling out my cock. I pump once.

“Davian, what are you?—”

Then I ease inside her. She can’t stop herself from moving once I’m in all the way. As always, she’s magic on my cock. Always tight. Always wet. Just for me.

My rabbit’s making little noises, and her hands grip my thighs as she starts to move. Faster…faster…and a little more obvious.

I crook my finger to Candy as I murmur in Rabbit’s ear, “Ever kissed a girl, Rabbit?”

“No—”

“Oh, fuck, that’s good.” I half close my eyes, losing myself in her a little, loving how her cunt milks my cock.

“Want something, handsome?”

I open my eyes, having forgotten I just called Candy over. I hand her a wad of cash for her tip. “Rabbit here’s never kissed a girl.”

She grins, comes in slow, leaning forward, and feathers her lips over Poppy’s. It’s slow, seductive, and my balls tighten when Candy’s tongue darts out of her mouth, barely touching Poppy’s—a lick and a touch.

Poppy stills for a second as Candy kisses her, and I both love and hate how my cock just sits inside her—unmoving.

“Hmm,” Candy moans. “Tasty, this one, and a little unsure.” She comes to me and kisses me. It’s the world’s briefest kiss because the stripper goes flying. Rabbit just shoved her the fuck away and growled.

There are so many scalding hot moments coming at me, but witnessing Poppy go feral over me makes my cock turn to fucking steel inside her.

I slide my hand around her waist. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I…” Poppy stops and swallows hard. “I didn’t want…”

“I know.”

“You must kiss her a lot when you?—”

“Talk with her?” I push up into her and slam her down on me. I need to eat this girl the fuck out. And I’m thinking tonight is a night of sensory overload and explosions, so I might go there. It’s greedy and selfish because I need her on my face like I need my next kill.

“When you fuck her.”

I hold her still a moment. “Jealous?”

“No.”

“Rabbit, I’ve never fucked her, and believe me, if I did, there wouldn’t be talking.” I start moving pretty Poppy on my shaft again, grinding her down at the base each time. Because I’ve got real masochistic tendencies, I’m drawing this out. I don’t want to come yet. This is the kind of torture I enjoy.

“You talk with me all the time when we fuck.”

I laugh and bite her ear and start rocking her more. Pushing in just the right way to stroke up against her G-spot because I really want her to come on me. I need to feel her squeeze the fuck out of my dick. I need that tight tunnel of hers pulsating around me.

“If I fucked her, she’d be gagged or on her knees with my cock down her throat. I talk to her because she gets meinformation I might need, but I don’t find her interesting. She’d be a fast food meal. You…I talk to you because I find you fascinating. A banquet to be savored.”

“I’m not food.”

Her breathless snap hits a note in me. Out of all that, she takes the food metaphor from it. As I said, fascinating.

I work her on top of me, making her move, pushing her on me, and soon she’s doing it herself, she’s getting close, her moves intense, and her breath all over the place.

“Ohhh!” She clamps her lips shut before she can say another word, and I ride the waves of her orgasm with her while I grit my teeth, trying my fucking hardest not to come.