angel bunny

This is the energy we’re going for btw. Except like… more hands…

Notice when your breath changes and adjust my pace to match. Faster but softer. Light as a feather. You whine. Your fingers lace slowly into my hair, “please, baby. Pleeease, please, please.” I know what you need. Plunge my fingers into your soaking cunt while you clench and unclench. So tight for me. Feel your softness encase me and I moan into you. You feel so good like this.

You’re wide awake now, grinding into my mouth and thrusting around my hand. You begin to moan softly at first. Then louder. You tighten until I think you’ll break my fingers. The howl that escapes you when I press another finger in and pump faster. Harder. It’s primal. You make me so fucking wet that my thighs are dripping. But you’re splashing. Filling my palm like a chalice. Your hips leave the mattress spilling rivulets down my arm.

I pulse steady into you as I climb up to kiss you. Start to wipe you off my chin but you reach for me, lift yourself by the back of my neck and kiss me deep. Hungry for your own taste on my tongue. Moan into my mouth as you cum. Your legs close around me. You’re quaking and clawing and crying out, “I’m cumming, oh fuck oh fuuuuck.”

“I know baby, you’re doing so well for me. So pretty when you cum for me. You’re so fucking perfect.” But I don’t stop. I’m not done with you yet.

how every time you touched me my brain went all fuzzy around the edges. not a single thought in that pretty little mind.

“what were you saying, bunny?” you teased gently, i blinked down, your hand splaying across my thigh, intentional.

“um,” i hummed, a soft furrow between my brows exposing just how much you affected me. “i-“ i started again, and you raised a brow, hand inching higher, the other tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

pretty green eyes flicking up to meet yours, unfocused, glazed over. head tilted like your face held the answers if i looked long enough. so lovely.

i shrugged, once, the gentle rise and fall of my shoulders before they relaxed.

“you’re always thinking so much, but you get so..” you hummed, thumb tracing my bottom lip, they parted, and it slipped inside. “mindless when i’m around” you teased. and my lips closed around the digit, instinctively, tongue swirling around it a few times. my eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes laying on my cheeks. soft, suckling noises were the only sound between us as you watched the way my head bobbed gently. a steady rhythm, and you pressed another finger inside.

i hummed, i liked it when you made all the thoughts stop. felt nice. calm.

so i kept working, i could feel your eyes on me, dark. intense. and suddenly, your free hand was gripping the hair at the back of my head..curling around the nape of my neck, pressing my face forward and i gagged on your fingers in the back of my throat.

i blinked open, watery eyes meeting yours..that cocky smirk on your lips. but i kept going, head bobbing back and forth, guided by your hand in my soft curls. my teeth barely grazing your knuckles as you pressed them as far back as they could go.

the tears spilled over, coating my cheeks in silvery tracks and made my lashes clump together. drool coating my lips and making them shine, dripping down in thin traces down to the swell of my breasts. such a pretty thing.

“keep going bunny, you can take it. can’t you?” you teased and i nodded,

“god you’re such a brainless little pet when i’m around, you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” and with unfocused wet eyes, cherry red cheeks and spit coated lips..i nodded. my mouth still wrapped around your fingers as i suckled between gags and quiet sobs.

"aw, cmon baby..you can take it" you coo, watching my brows furrow softly, nose scrunching as i adjust. your hands splayed across my hips guiding me down.

seeing the way your eyes darken when i blink mine open and they're a bit too glossy, a soft gasp escaping my lips "biggg stretch, bunny" you hum, as if i had much of a choice. tiny whimpers and a few deep breaths when i felt you finally bottom out inside me. hand pressed to my lower abdomen, feeling the way you filled me up.

"that's it baby..you're doing so good for me," another soft gasp, and a tear or two spilling over, trailing down my cheeks.

"fu-fuck, it's..s'so much, i can-" i started, but you cut me off.

"you can," you corrected, no room for argument..watching my lashes clump together as a few soft sobs racked my chest and i nodded. i could. you said i could.

"y-yeah, i can.." i breathed out, focusing on the soft, slow circles you pressed into my hips with your thumbs. grounding me. you nodded, "mhmm" you agreed, shifting back..slowly, before pushing in again.

those pathetic little sobs turning into moans once i adjusted. back arching and hips rolling down, finding that steady rhythm.

you chuckled softly, lips pulling into a lazy smirk, "if it's too much why are you so wet, baby?" and my cheeks burned, i could feel the heat rising from my neck all the way to the tips of my ears. whimpering again.

"oh, oh fuck" i gasped when i felt one hand move from my hip, thumb pressing against my swollen clit. gentle pressure before you circled it a few times, enjoying the way i squirmed underneath you.

so stretched out around your cock, desperate and whiny. my pussy dripping, coating your strap and my thighs once i'd finally adjusted. undeniable proof that, like always, you knew exactly what i needed.

hands finding their hips. starting to move them slowly.

"keep going."

"i can't— i'm too close i'm gonna—"

"i know." moving their hips faster. not slower. "keep going anyway."

a devastated sound. hips moving despite themselves now, chasing and fighting it at the same time. "please— please i'm right there please—"

reaching down between us. thumb finding their clit.

the whimper they let out at the contact.

"no— no no no please that's too much please i'm gonna cum please—"

not stopping. working slow circles while their hips keep moving. feeling them get impossibly closer. feeling them try to still themselves and moving them again.

"you're not done." i remind them. "keep riding."

"i can't i can't i can't—" crying tears now. hips moving frantically despite every protest. body completely overriding everything their mouth is saying. “please let me cum please i’ve been so good please—”

"not yet." thumb still moving. steady. "you said you weren't done. so finish what you started."

a sob. hips working desperately. thighs shaking with the effort of taking all of it while i keep rubbing slow deliberate circles and refuse to give them what they're begging for.

"please—" barely a word anymore. "please please i can't hold it please—"

watching them fall apart trying to hold on. watching them lose every single battle with their own body while i stay completely unbothered underneath them.

maybe she tries to shape herself into something more worthy. maybe she pretends at dominance for other, more pathetic girls. anything to be Enough. in her heart, she knows what she's meant for. she should be taken, owned, and kept. her purpose is to serve. it's what she's good for.

you can see it in her eyes, if you look closely. she'll pretend otherwise, for a moment. take her in your hands. be firm. force into her just a small taste of what she's meant to be. her mind will snap like the fragile little thing it always was.