Mike's tongue circled slowly around my nipple before sucking hard, leaving me trembling, my moans spilling into the air, and then I covered my own mouth with my hand, hoping to muffle those embarrassing noises, but Mike didn't like this.
"Oh no," Mike growled, gripping both my wrists and pinning them above my head. "Don't hide those sounds. I want to hear every single one."
The way he said it, rough but affectionate, made my dick twitch against my stomach.
But I couldn't tell why he wanted to hear those embarrassing sounds so I asked with telling lips and teary eyes.
"W-why?" I asked and he stared at the mess he was making me into, feeling proud.
"It's because it feels great knowing how good I make you feel." He said and then pulled his cock halfway out, grinding the head of his cock right over that hidden spot inside me, and my back arched violently.
A reaction I had never had before.
It was weird. It was strange but for some reason, my lips made a confession that I knew would leave me scarred by the morning.
"M-Mike! Right there—ahhh! Yes, right there."
"That's it," he groaned, biting down gently on my nipple, tugging it with his teeth. "That's your spot, huh? I'll keep hitting it until you beg me to stop."
He started moving again, not thrusting but grinding deep, dragging himself out just enough to make me feel empty before shoving back in with deliberate pressure.
Every stroke pressed perfectly into that sweet spot he found with little effort, and every time he did it, I let out a broken moan into his neck like someone who was slowly losing their mind.
It felt good. Too good.
"Look at you," Mike whispered, licking my neck, and then pushed his lips to my ear. "Crying, shaking, clinging to me like you'll break if I stop. You like being fucked this way, don't you, Bunny?"
I couldn't speak. My words caught in my throat, replaced by a high-pitched whimper.
Yes, I liked it. I liked it so much but I couldn't say it.
I couldn't dare to admit it.
Mike's hand left my nipple and slid down to wrap around my dick, which was slick and dripping with precum.
He stroked me lazily matching the pace with his grinding thrusts.
"Look, you're so hard… and leaking all over yourself. You're making a mess, Bunny."
Yes, I was making a mess but whose fault was it? Who was making me into this mess?
I was scared. If I ended up liking this too much, how could I return to my normal life?
It bothered me but I couldn't think too much about it at the moment. Not when he was stroking my dick so hard to the point I was about to reach my climax.
And without warning, I ended up cumming, my body jolting violently to the satisfaction of a strong ejaculation.
I don't think I've ever cummed this hard before.
My cum spilling between us, his fingers particularly and he smirked. The rest of my cry was muffled by his lips, his tongue swallowing my helpless moans and taking in my sweetness.
"Already?" he teased, finally thrusting deeper and that beat the air out of my lungs. "And you're still so tight around me. Greedy little Bunny."
I trembled, the stimulation was too much. I had already cum but he was still stroking my dick, spreading my cum all over my dick.
I thought I wouldn't be able to get hard again but the way he dragged his cock inside me only woke my dick slowly and made me clench harder around him.
It was as if my hole was planning to milk him, begging to take on whatever he had on his balls, and he groaned into my ear.
"God, you're squeezing me so hard. Do you want more?"
"Yes—hahhh, yes!" I sobbed, letting my through feelings slip without warning.
"That's my boy." He shifted his body back, pinning my hips down and grinding deeper.
The tip of his cock kissed my prostate with every thrust and my muffled moans turned into screams I couldn't hold back.
"You love it when I hit you there?" he growled, thrusting faster, gripping my wrists above my head so I couldn't escape or cover up my moans. "You love it so much you're dripping once again." He said, looking at my dick that was now erect. "Say it, Bunny. Tell me you love it."
"I-" I couldn't even deny it at this point and my body was more honest than my mind ever would. "I love it!" I cried out, tears streaming down the corners of my face and my body kept twitching.
Mike groaned, burying his face in my neck, and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. His thrusts grew rougher, faster and the bed ended up creaking under us.
At that time, I couldn't believe I was able to think of something random. I hoped the bed wouldn't suddenly collapse with our rough movement.
"I can't hold back anymore," he panted and suddenly flipped over, his hands on my ass as I positioned on all fours but my knees had gone weak.
They were so weak that I felt they were going to give in without warning.
And then, he shoved his cock inside once more. It went deeper than before.
This position was dangerous. I could feel his cock so much rougher in this position.
But he didn't give me time to adjust. I felt I needed to run at this point and began to crawl forward but he saw this and thrusted heavily inside me, causing my entire body to shudder.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mike asked but I couldn't answer as I became a moaning mess.
I could hear the squelching sounds being made as he thrust inside me. I was dripping wet from not just the front but the back.
"Is this too much for you, Bunny?"