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Most people don’t know that bunnies don’t actually have a little cottontail. Hell, Simon didn’t know either until he started dating you. It was only when one day, true to his nickname, he appeared behind you like a poltergeist while you were at the grocery store. Your tail unfurled, shooting straight up in alarm, the same way a deer would. He stayed silent, his murky brown eyes glued to your tail as you started to chew him out, lecturing him about scaring you once again. However, his mind was already in the gutter, wanting to wrap his hand around that tail and tug until you were whimpering, face flushed and lips pouty.
Now that he knew this secret-hidden-in-plain-sight, he would gladly take advantage of it.
You were pinned to the bed, face buried in the pillows. One of his large hands was anchored around your hip, the other toying with your tail. He unfurled it slowly, giving him a better view of your dripping cunt, grinning as you shivered beneath him. You were completely bare, clothes tossed carelessly onto the floor. Simon, on the other hand, was still in his joggers.
“Ya sensitive, bunny? Such a pretty pussy… All fuckin’ mine.” He comments in a whisper, leaning closer to your floppy ears. His warm breath ghosted over them. His hand left your hip, trailing slowly across your thighs. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, controlled circles. He slowly worked three fingers inside you. He knew he was much bigger than you. No matter what, he’d never skip preppering you. You twitched, tail flicking as you whined.
“Shut up…”
A sharp slap fell on your ass, red handprint blooming. You gasped, jerking in surprise, pouting back at him. He only smirked, his hand finding the waistband of his pants. He slowly pulled down his joggers, taking his boxers with them, his thick cock slapping against his scarred abdomen. The head was flushed an excited red.
“Quit bein’ a brat.”
He lined himself up with your slick cunt, slapping your clit with his tip a few times. His pupils were blown wide. Your hips gave a pathetic little grind, squirming to try and relieve the building pressure between your thighs.
Slowly, he slid inside, stretching you open, watching as your pussy struggled to accommodate him. You whined, cunt fluttering around his dick, tail twitching.
“C’mon. Just breathe for me, lovie. Lemme in… That’s a good girl. Good lil’ brat…” He stroked your ass before landing a sharp smack on it, causing you to jolt and whine.
He stayed still for a minute, letting you adjust to his size before starting to move in a controlled, steady rhyme. A low groan escaped his chapped lips. His cock kissed your cervix with every thrust.
“Fuckin’ tight… Shit, ya feel s’good, lovie… So fuckin’ tiny…” He huffed, hand wrapping around your fluffy tail. He used it like a handle, pulling you back against him as he sped up, slamming directly into your sweet spot. He knew your body like the back of his hand by now. His large, hairy thighs slammed against your ass. A hand pressed flat between your shoulder blades, deepening your arch, forcing your face deeper into the pillows. A loud moan left your lips; you’d never been quiet in bed. He carefully watched your reactions, the same way he’d watch someone during an interrogation. He experimentally tugged at your tail until he found the angle that made you sob in pleasure and clench around him.
“Ya like that, aye? Desperate lil’ bunny, aren’t ya? Milkin’ me like that.” He teased in a gravelly tone, reaching up and grabbing your ears in his fist, pulling your head back, “Don’t hide those pretty lil’ moans… Wanna hear it all, bun.”
You mewled, slamming your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering, shameless moans spilling from your lips. A hot knot formed at the bottom of your stomach, the warmth slowly spreading through your whole body until your fingertips were buzzing. The lewd slapping of your bodies meeting filled the bedroom. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your sensitive neck, sucking hickeys onto your beautiful skin, nipping at your heated flesh before smoothing the sting with his tongue. The headboard slammed against the wall.
“S-Si! Fuck! C-Can’t -fuck!- Take it much longer! I-I’m gonna cum! Please! Don’t stop!” You whimpered, looking back at him with misty eyes, your knees twisting the sheets, thighs quivering wildly. He tugged your tail harder, almost feral. You always moaned so pretty for him. He guided you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting you, capturing your moans against his lips.
“I’m not stoppin’, bunny. Promise ya that,” He huffed against your cheek, “Grippin’ me like a damn vice. Such a needy lil’ thing.”
Your whole body was shaking. A thin layer of sweat covered your skin, your hair sticking to your neck. Simon’s thrusts started to get sloppy as he neared the edge, his body moving on primal instincts. He released your tail, his hand snaking around your body to find your clit, rubbing in tight circles.
You came with a gasp, your entire body jerking, tail twitching wildly, your cunt pulsing around Simon’s cock.
“Fuck! So fuckin’ tight, lovie!” He growled, his thrusts erratic, fucking you through your orgasm until you were trembling and boneless under him.
He came with a loud groan against your ear, biting your shoulder. His heavy body, pure muscle and strength, collapsed against your back, hot puffs of air hitting the back of your neck.
“Ya okay, bunny…?” He panted, gently kissing your skin. You nodded, eyes already fluttering shut, the bliss carrying you off into a peaceful sleep. He smiled, rolling over and pulling you onto his wide chest. He tugged the soft blankets over your intertwined bodies, rubbing your back as your breathing slowly steadied out.
“Good job, bun… Good girl...”