Page 11 of Railed By the Easter Bunny

Stuffing me full with his cock.

I have to close my eyes. He presses so deep they water.

I have to relax, or I really will choke on him.

He seems to know.

His hands release me and I pull back, gasping, searching for the breath I’ve lost, and he lets me. Hands on his knees, I hold myself up… I hold on for dear life.

“Have you met your limit already, pretty little mortal?

My mind spins, but I don’t want to stop. I shake my head, keeping my eyes screwed shut. “More.”

His chuckle washes over me and I shiver when his hand brushes down my shoulder. “If you want more, Lily. All you have to do is take it.”

“I don’t think—” I draw in big gulps of air, my lungs knowing I won’t have the luxury for much longer. “I don’t think I can get what I want.”

“Do you want me to fuck your mouth for you?” his thumb pulls at my lower lip and his eyes search mine. “Do you think you could handle that?”

I have no idea, but I nod, because I want the answer to be yes.

His hand fists in my hair drawing my head back, his grip biting at my scalp. His whiskers drag along my cheek as he says. “If it’s too much… bite me and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

I nod, and his fist tightens, making me gasp. “I understand, Jack.”

I say his name with more vinegar than I might, considering he’s giving me what I want.

“Let’s make sure you can still take me.” Holding my head immobile in his tight grip, he uses the fingers of his free hand to draw my lips open and I relax my jaw as much as I can when he brushes that soft tip of himself against me.

The words he says next are in the old tongue. A language no one knows unless they were born with that knowledge.

And I wasn’t.

But I don’t have the chance to ask him what it means.

He presses into me, that soft tip so hard as he parts my lips….

Eyes wide, I watch him smile down at me as his cock touches the back of my throat. He holds still, watching me like he still expects me to bolt.

And maybe I should. It’s awkward, and my jaw threatens to cramp….

But when he moves, that sweet cock sliding between my lips, my hands tighten at his hips and as he thrusts in, I lean to meet him.

His grip loosens as I work with him, as I swallow him. My pussy pulses each time his cock presses into my throat.

I want to make him come. I want to drink him down… even if that extends my contract.

The dress I’m in is too long and I’m kneeling the wrong way to ruck the fabric up and touch myself. But I know that I could come just from sucking his cock with my hand between my legs.

I’d thought I was full of him before, but he does what I wasn’t able to, moving me on his cock as he fucks my mouth slowly at first. But old gods are not gentle.

My eyes fly wide as his rhythm turns ragged, as his pace turns merciless.

I never thought I’d be so close to coming, just from this.

He growls something. I don’t think it’s a word and a hand slips down to twist in my hair, holding me still.

The flicker of his abdomen is the only warning I get before hot come spills onto my tongue.

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