Page 50 of Puck Your Bunny

"Fuck, Kel." Vayda's back arches, her hands slamming down on the wooden workbench to brace herself.

My tongue drives deep inside her. She tastes sweet. Lapping at her dripping juices, I drag my tongue in long, flat strokes from her entrance to her swollen clit. Swirling my tongue over the peak with steady suction, I suck the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth.

Her thighs tremble against my cheeks while she begs her hips forward, chasing the friction. Tightening my grip on her ass, Ihold her flush against my face. Two fingers slide deep into her wet opening, pumping in and out with a demanding rhythm while my mouth works her clit.

"Kel... please, right there. Keep going." Vayda trembles, her back arching off the workbench while her legs shake against my shoulders.

A cry escapes her as her muscles twitch with the start of her climax. Shoving my jeans and boxers down to my boots, I stand up. Catching her hips, I align myself with her soaked opening and drive forward, burying every inch inside her while she's still coming.

Vayda lets out an unrestrained moan that echoes off the wooden walls. Her inner muscles clamp down around my shaft, squeezing me like a vice.

"Fuck." My jaw clenches against the intense pleasure.

Pulling back until just the head is inside her wet opening, I slam forward again, driving my entire shaft deep inside her. Every thrust mirrors the same driving energy I bring to the ice.

The wooden workbench creaks under our weight. The wet smack of my hips against her thighs fills the small room as my sweat drips from my bare chest onto her skin. Her fingernails dig into my bare shoulders, leaving indentations.

"Harder!" Her voice breaks on a sob.

The angle changes as I grind my shaft against her G-spot. My knot swells at the base of my cock, pressing against her entrance while the bulb nudges her slick opening wider with every deep thrust.

"I'm coming again!" She throws her head back against the wall, her breath catching in her throat.

"Let go, Vayda." The pace increases to a fast blur.

"Kel!" She calls my name as the orgasm rips through her system. Her tight opening milks my cock in pulsing spasms that drag me over the edge with her.

The intense sensation pushes me to the brink. A guttural groan echoes through the shed as I drive forward one final time, forcing my swollen knot past her tight opening to lock us together. The thick bulb stretches her wide, keeping us anchored while my climax hits. My dick pulses deep inside her, flooding her tight passage with hot, thick cum.

I rest my forehead against her shoulder, staying buried deep in her slick heat while our breathing slows. The scent of cedar and musk hangs in the quiet air of the shed.

Our breathing settles to a steady rhythm.

"I've got you. I'm going to keep you and Brendan safe." I brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek, my chest rising and falling against her breasts.

"You're already doing it, Kel. You three brought the light back into this house." Vayda pulls back, cupping my face with her warm palms as she locks her eyes on mine.

"Thanks for choosing to stay. Thanks for pushing me." She leans forward, resting her head against my chest.

Chapter 17

Sunlight streams through the kitchen window, warming the granite countertops. A rhythmic buzzing vibrates against the stone surface.

I keep my focus on stirring a bowl of potato soup. The immersion blender sits in the sink. I measure a scoop of thickening powder and tap it into the warm liquid. Brendan needs a specific consistency to swallow his food. His throat muscles struggle with thin liquids and solid chunks. I drag a rubber spatula along the edges of the ceramic bowl, folding the white powder into the broth until the texture thickens into a smooth paste. I set the spatula on a paper towel and wipe a stray drop of soup off the counter.

The phone buzzes again. A third buzz rattles a stray spoon against the countertop.

Wiping my hands on a dish towel, I walk over and pick up my phone. The screen lights up, displaying a wall of notifications. Most of them areChatteralerts from unknown accounts, but right at the top sits a barrage of urgent texts from Kristy.

KRISTY:

Vayda, breathe. Stay calm.

KRISTY:

Please tell me you are staying off Chatter.

KRISTY: