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My eyebrows disappear somewhere up into my hairline. “Great! Sounds fantastic! Carry on!”

Amber eyes flare above me. Shadowy arms brace on either side of my head. Pressure pulses against my hole. My hole that feels loose and open from his tongue and also wet from whatever shadow beings have for spit.

It’s looking like not having any lube is going to be just fine.

The pressure increases. I can feel the satin of his firm cock nudging gently into me, spreading my rim wide.

A burning sensation hisses through me. I yelp. Dark stops, falling as motionless as a statue.

“I hurt you.”

“A little. It’s okay, I think it is supposed to hurt the first time.”

Amber eyes narrow. “You are sure of this?”

“No,” I admit. “But I don’t want you to stop.”

Dark searches my face for a moment, and then nods, seemingly satisfied with whatever he saw.

The pressure and the burn resume. But through the discomfort is a deep, heavy pleasure. I breathe through it as the sensation builds and grows.

A whimper escapes me. “Don’t stop!” I blurt out hastily after it.

Dark nods and doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing against me. Spreading my hole wider and wider and nudging into me millimetre by tiny millimetre.

Then abruptly something happens. Almost like a popping sensation. The pressure and burn vanishes, replaced by the feel of several cool, misty inches of him sliding deep into me until his hips are flush against mine.

I squirm against the feeling of fullness. I’m stretched wide. Stuffed deep. Dark is all the way in me. Buried hilt deep. I have taken all of him.

“Oh!” I gasp.

“Oh!” agrees Dark. “You feel incredible Bunny.”

My heart flutters as my guts continue to rearrange to make room for him.

“Do you need me to be smaller?” he asks. “The sliding in all the way was unexpected.”

“Don’t you dare!” I exclaim. “Don’t change a thing. You are perfect. This is perfect.”

“No, you are the perfect one, Bunny,” he says, and he sounds undone.

My breath hitches.

“I need to move,” he growls, and I can feel the tension of his restraint. I can see what it is costing him in the bulging of his biceps.

“Then move,” I breathe.

He moves.

I cry out.

Sensation explodes and burns. The drag of his cock deep inside me is exquisite. The thrust of him sliding back in is divine. The silken softness of him rubbing over my stretched to the limit rim is unholy.

My eyes roll back again. My muscles go as limp as a rag doll. My body is jerking helplessly with the power of his thrusts.

I’m already right on the edge of orgasm. I can feel it everywhere. I’m bloated with the swelling, impending ecstasy. Like storm water building and building behind a dam.

Suddenly it breaks and I’m screaming as fireworks spark in my soul, body, and mind. I see them behind my eyelids.