We were at the GQ after party. Bunny I really don't want to stay long, and I really don't want to share you with the rest of the people in there. Ok baby, we'll just show face and then go. Just as I expected, the minute we entered the party we ere surrounded by people, barely getting a chance to talk. I saw him staring at me when Giselle came over, draped her arm over me and whispered in my ear. He slammed his glass on the table and turned around, bumping into Marcus Runford the Editor at Vogue. I saw them shaking hands and Marcus invited him over to his booth. He agreed and gave him his bunny smile....my fucking bunny smile. I was boiling. I knew Marcus's reputation. I saw Marcus putting an arm over his shoulder. I walked over and grabbed his arm, Hi Marcus, hope you are well....if you could just excuse us for a minute please. I dragged him outside. Bunny you stay the fuck away from Marcus you understand. I am warning you. And what are you going to do if I don't? He grabbed my collar and kissed me hard. I grabbed his shoulders and slammed him into the steel door. The force of it echoed down the alley. Believe me you don't want to know I said I a low growl. Let's go....I grabbed him again and pulled him to the car. We didn't say a word on the way back. You could cut the tension with a knife. Tension or anticipation, I wasn't sure. As soon as we got in the lift he slammed me against the wall, his lips on mine. We barely made it to the door.
I slammed him against the wall. Finally getting my lips on him and leaving marks all over his chest. I ripped his shirt off, throwing the offending piece of clothing on The floor. I pulled his pants and boxers down. He was standing naked in front of me and it was the most tempting sight I had ever seen. I wanted to ruin him for anybody else. I wanted him all to myself. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head to the side opening up the beautiful creamy white skin of his neck. I bit into his flesh and could hear him taking a breath. He whispered my name. I played and sucked on his ear lobe. I could feel him tugging at my shirt. Hmm bunny is hungry. I took off my belt and then pressed my chest and hips against him hard so he couldn't move. I put his hands together above his head and tied them with my belt. I pressed even harder against him feeling his erection against my thigh. I moved my hands up and down the sides of his body. I then took his hands and hooked the belt on the coat hook behind the door. It was the perfect height. I was very pleased with myself. I could see him looking at me intensely. I took a step back. My gaze travelling up and down his body. It was the fucking perfect view.
He was all stretched out against the door, his back arching. I took a step back. No come back, he begged. If you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours I am going to shut it for you. I slowly undressed myself. I grabbed a chair and swung it behind me. I sat down stroking my already hard c'ck. Now isn't this an interesting turn of events bunny? I lifted my leg, bent it and put it on the chair. Now don't tell me you forgot how you teased me that first night we met? I could see him biting his lip. His eyes grew even more dark & intense. I put my finger in my mouth and covered it with spit . Releasing it with a plop sound. I slowly trailed the edge of my rim and then inserted my finger slowly. His eyes grew wide. Hmm feels so good bunny. I could see his dick leaking pre-cum. His arms were straining against the bonds. I inserted another finger, threw my head back and moaned. I started stroking my prostate, beads of sweat running down my temples. I added another finger. I could see blood starting to form at the edge of his mouth. I could feel that I was getting close. I got up and walked over to him. I kissed him and he practically grabbed my lips, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I slowly raised my arm playing with his fingers, I could hear him groaning. I lifted his hands off the hook and he immediately bowled me over. I fell on the floor and he was on top of me within a second. He pushed himself into me and let out a groan. Fuuuuuuck Wat!! He thrust into me hard. We both came within a minute. He rolled off of me out of breath. I got up and I took his hands and started lifting him up into a sitting position. I pulled him up further, as soon as he was standing I threw him over my shoulder. I spanked his ass cheek. Ow!
I walked to the bedroom and took the lube out of the drawer. I spanked him again. My c'ck twitching from every slap. I threw him over the couch and kept on spanking him...stroking those beautiful plump cheeks in between. I opened his cheeks and licked his rim, push my tongue inside him, I could hear him moaning. Yes baby let me hear you....I swirled my tongue inside him and flicked the tip against his spot. I opened the lube and covered my fingers, I was already ready for him. I opened him up and thrust my dick into him hard. Thrust after thrust after thrust. Baby your hole is so perfect. I am going to fuck you hard all night long.
Wat certainly kept his promise. I was lying on the bed trying to reach for some water on the bedside table. I was lying on my stomach and couldn't move. Fuck. I looked over at Wat, his messy brown hair falling over his eyes, he looked so peaceful. I wasn't sure though if I wanted to slap him or kiss him. I leant over slightly and pulled his hair instead. Ouch! Bunny? Water please....I just looked at the glass. He just looked at me sleepily and then finally registered what I meant. He got up on one elbow and gave me some water holding the glass in front of my mouth. I fell back down on the pillow. He placed soft kisses on my back. Morning. Leave me alone you beast. That dick of yours should be banned from here to China. He laughed and got up. Here baby drink this. He gave me some medicine. Now. sleep ok. I fell asleep again.
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