Primal Pursuit

When she’s done, her pretty cunt fluttering a little on me, and once she is done moving, I ease her up and tuck myself away, but I don’t zip up. She tries to move away, but I grab her waist and pull her down so she faces me.

I swipe a wisp of dark hair behind her ear. “Didn’t like your first girl-on-girl action?”

She narrows her eyes. “She was soft, tasted like cherries, as you’d know.”

“I barely touched her. You got violent, Rabbit.”

“It was…interesting.”

Her eyes drop to my mouth.

Shit, if she looks at me like that for too long, I’ll fucking bust one in my damn pants.

“You prefer me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Not with your mouth, Rabbit.” I lean in. “Who else will let you try to knife them?”

She doesn’t answer, so I go in for the kill. “On your knees and suck me off.”

“Here?” She shakes her head. “No.”

I frown. “That wasn’t a request. It’s punishment. You thought fucking me in here, getting some kind of G-rated kiss from a fucking stripper, was it? Not on your sweet, hot life. On your fucking knees and suck me until you make me fucking come.”

I push her to the ground between my thighs, and hate glitters at me, along with a reluctant thrill.

“Or use your safe word.”

“No.” She grabs her drink and downs it, slamming down the glass as Candy keeps dancing. If anyone else noticed our show they aren’t looking. Most eyes are on the naked, dancing girls. But I suspect they’ll notice when rabbit sucks me off. People don’t do what I’m going to do in here.

I call the topless waitress wearing the see-through booty shorts over with a wave of a company credit card. She’s good. There’s another Negroni and whiskey on her tray, and she barely looks at Poppy on her knees as she sets them down. I pull a card and cash from my vest pocket and gesture for her to come in. When she does, I hand her the card and cash.

“Tell Bob to charge whatever’s appropriate for him to let what’s about to happen, happen. Charge our drinks, too.” She frowns as she clearly feels the money. “That’s your tip, and tell Bob though the Sovereign’s generous, only to charge a fair amount. He does not want us to come knocking, got it?”

Her gaze hits the two hundred in cash. “Yes, sir.”

I stroke a hand over Poppy’s cheek as the waitress leaves.

“Drink up, Rabbit. Then suck my cock.”

Her cheeks are flushed and her pristine lipstick application in bad bitch red is about to be fucking trashed by yours truly. I’m sure it’s the same shade as the tube I used to write on her. The tube I still have.

I draw her up and in and kiss her—long, slow, sensual. Delicious. “Suck me until I come. I want a lipstick ring on the base of my cock. And when you do manage to make me come, you’re going to keep it in your mouth until I say otherwise. Then, and only then, can you swallow.”

She’s got that slightly punch-drunk look and she fights the fear, the audacity, and gives me a half-nod, sliding to her knees between my thighs.

The waitress returns, hands me the card, and I sign, glancing at the amount. It’s fair.

The moment she leaves, Rabbit pulls my cock out, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. It’s hard, aching; her lips and wet tongue are a fucking revelation. I don’t close my eyes as she takes me in her mouth, no matter how much I want to. I want to watch her more. I want to see her enjoy my taste on her tongue. Witness her gag on my length.

She sucks the tip, taking her time, and then licks the precum before opening her mouth to suck me in deep, all the way. She presses her lips hard around the bottom, leaving the lipstick ring I requested.

Good little rabbit.

She starts to move up and down, her tongue licking thetop each time, and soon she’s moving faster, watching me, picking up what I want from my reactions.

Rabbit’s a fantastic little cocksucker, and I am here for that. “Oh, fuck.”