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No matter how well prepped I was, there was still a lovely burn when he finally put me out of my delicious misery and pushed deep inside me.
“I love you…so…goddamned…much…” I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Paris or his cock. It was probably a bit of both.
I understood the need for so much prep when Paris started pounding me into the next week. He didn’t hold back at all, and I was there for it.
It didn’t take long for him to come, so I thought maybe that was another reason for the half a dozen orgasms he’d given me before even getting inside me, but he fucked me through his orgasm and then he just kept going.
Was that even a thing? Who knew that was a thing?
It was for Paris at least. He flipped me over, gripped my hips and continued loving me and my ass with his patented extreme Paris attention.
The second time he came was quite a while after the first, and he paused to ask, “Are you okay? Can you keep going?”
I said something likeHoly Jebus, fuck yes,and then he rolled onto his back to let me straddle him.
Then he basically used me to jerk himself off, hands easily spanning my waist. If my legs hadn’t long turned to jelly, I would have tried to ride him, but that option was out the window. All I could do was hold on for dear life and let myself be used in the best way possible.
I’m going to be straight (I know, I laughed at applying that word to me too. It’s okay.) with you, I have no idea how many times either of us came. I was a limp rag doll by the end, draped over Paris like the happy, sated creature I was.
I managed to say, “You’re hired,” Before passing out into sweet oblivion.
Chapter13
Paris
When I woke up to a warm, snuggly ball of joy incarnate, I gave his head a kiss. His tiny cock was pressed against my lower stomach, and in his sleep, Vix was grinding against me. My own cock woke right up and let me know it was onboard.
“Wake up so I can have you, bunny.” I stroked Vix’s small face until his eyes fluttered open.
He gave me the prettiest smile I’d ever seen before saying, “Okay.”
I turned him over to put him on his back, put on a condom, and slid back inside his hot little body. I thought he’d be looser after last night, but no. He was tight, wet heat, and I was in heaven.
I loved his body slowly to give him a chance to accommodate me, and dear god it was a challenge to hold myself back, but I didn’t want to hurt him. I’d used him roughly only a few hours ago, and I needed to be gentle.
Or at least I thought I did until Vix shoved at me until I rolled onto my back, and he began to ride me so hard I saw stars. My bunny bounced on me like I was his personal trampoline, his small cock bouncing with him as he used my cock to hit that perfect spot inside him.
I didn’t need to do anything but let him have his way with me. If it hadn’t been for the countless orgasms I’d gotten the night before, I would have ruined his fun. Until last night, it had been a while for me, so I was pent up.
As it was, I was able to hold off finding my own release until Vix started jerking his cock with his small hands and came all over my stomach. The sight of it had me going off like a rocket inside him.
“You are such a gift,” I said when Vix collapsed onto my chest.
He gave a soft giggle, and then he was snoring softly into my neck.
I hoped it wasn’t another sleep attack, but I didn’t think it was. His face seemed restful, and his body wasn’t lax with the deathly stillness he’d fallen into the times he’d passed out.
I wished I had Baz’s number, so I could check with him to make sure.
Vix set my worries at ease when he woke up a short time later, yawning and smiling in that sweet, bunny way of his. “Sorry, post-sex naps are my body’s way of saying good job.” He kissed me before sitting up. “Um…that wasn’t only for me, right? I mean, I could have waited until later. You topped me off good last night, so banging me again this morning was just more whipped cream on the sex sundae. Hey, do you want to have ice cream for breakfast?”
I pushed Vix over and kissed him hard on the forehead. “That was for both of us. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, bunny. And there is a diner nearby that sells waffles with ice cream. Let’s clean up and go.”
There was only a tiny, crappy shower at my place. I was lucky we had one at all, but working with animals can be dirty business, and employees needed to be able to get clean when necessary.
It was probably good that the shower was small, because I might have had Vix again if we’d shared, and I didn’t think even his stamina would have held up under that much attention in such a short time. He was just so small.
I was beginning to think that me telling Vix I could only have sex with him three times a day might have been a lie. It might have just been because we were in the love bubble phase of being together, but right then I felt like I could go all day, every day for the rest of our lives.
