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Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2025 13:01:42 +0530
From: Troy <troy.bot29@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bunny Takes It All

The Bunny Takes It All

I hadn't planned on spending my Saturday sweating inside a giant bunny
costume, but life had a funny way of throwing surprises at me. The mall
Easter event needed an extra mascot, and somehow, I got roped into it. So
there I was--wrapped in polyester fur, waving at kids, and trying not to
pass out from heat exhaustion.

"Must be hell in that thing," a voice chuckled beside me as I took a
break near one of the vendor stands.

I turned to see a guy leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching
me with amused eyes. He was stupidly handsome--the kind of guy who
probably never had to suffer inside a bunny suit to make a few extra
bucks. His name tag read Steve.

"You have no idea," I groaned, pulling off the oversized bunny head. "I
feel like a boiled egg. Fitting for Easter, I guess."

Steve laughed, and damn, it was a nice sound. "I've seen you working
around here before," he said, his gaze lingering on me. "Always thought
you were kinda cute. Even cuter when you're suffering in that ridiculous
suit."

I huffed a laugh, wiping sweat from my forehead. "Well, that makes one of
us."

Steve handed me a bottle of water, his fingers brushing mine just
slightly. "Gotta keep the Easter Bunny hydrated. You holding up okay?"

I took a long sip, letting the cool liquid soothe my parched throat.
"Barely. But hey, kids love the magic of it, so I guess it's worth it."

"Ever thought about making me believe in some magic?" he asked, raising
an eyebrow, his smirk playful.

My stomach did a little flip. "That depends--what kind of magic are we
talking about?"

Steve leaned in just enough for his voice to drop into something softer,
something more suggestive. "The kind that might involve unwrapping some
Easter treats later."

I choked on my water, coughing as heat that had nothing to do with the
bunny suit spread across my face. Steve just laughed, patting my back
lightly. "Easy there, big guy. Didn't mean to make the Easter Bunny
malfunction."

I caught my breath, shaking my head with a grin. "You're terrible."

"But you're smiling," he pointed out. "That's a win."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't fight the grin tugging at my lips. "Yeah,
yeah. Thanks for noticing."

Steve smirked, tilting his head. "You know, I was gonna get some ice
cream. You should let me buy you one. Cool you down after all that
suffering in the bunny suit."

I smiled. "Aww, that's really sweet. Thank you. Sure, I'd love some ice
cream right now."

He smiled, shaking his head as he led me toward the ice cream stand. We
stood in line, the scent of sugar and vanilla wrapping around us. When we
reached the front, he glanced at me. "What's your flavor?"

I pretended to think. "Hmm. Something classic. Vanilla, maybe."

Steve snorted. "Vanilla? You give off more of a 'spicy caramel' vibe to
me."

I narrowed my eyes. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"A little sweetness," he mused, handing the vendor some cash. "With a
kick."

I took the cone from him, licking a slow stripe up the side, fully aware
of his eyes on me. "That so?"

Steve didn't even try to be subtle about watching. "Yeah," he said,
voice dropping slightly. "And now all I can think about is how that
tongue of yours could be put to better use."

I nearly choked on my next lick, shooting him a look. "Oh my god, you're
terrible."

He grinned, unbothered. "Am I? Or am I just saying what we're both
thinking?"

I shook my head, but I didn't move away when he sat next to me on a
nearby bench. The ice cream was melting too fast, dripping down my
fingers. I sucked the sweetness from my thumb, only to catch Steve
watching with dark amusement.

"Damn," he murmured. "You really know how to make a guy suffer."

"Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "It's ice cream."

"Mmhmm," he hummed, leaning in just slightly. "And yet... I can't stop
imagining you licking something else."

Heat pooled in my stomach at the way he said it, low and teasing, sending
a shiver down my spine. "You have a one-track mind."

"I have a focused mind," he corrected smoothly. "And right now? It's
focused on you."

I swallowed, trying to play it cool. "Well, thanks for the ice cream."

Steve leaned back, stretching out like he had all the time in the world.
"How about you thank me by licking my body tonight?"

My breath caught, my body reacting before my brain could process the
words. He watched me, his expression smug, waiting.

I exhaled sharply. "You live around here?"

His smirk deepened. "Right around the block. Do you wanna come over
tonight? I get off work at 11pm. Give me your number..."

I hesitated for only a second before pulling out my phone, typing in my
number, and handing it over. Steve's fingers brushed mine as he took it,
his smirk softening into something almost warm.

"I'll see you later, then?" he asked.

I chuckled. "Guess we'll see."

With that, I went on with my day, the encounter lingering in my mind
longer than I cared to admit.

 _______________________

At 11:15, my phone buzzed.

Hey, you up?

A few minutes later, I was outside his place, heart pounding in
anticipation. The door swung open--and there he was. No work shirt, just
sweatpants slung low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of taut skin and
hard-earned muscle. Who would've guessed the store manager had a body
like that hidden beneath his uniform? Defined arms, a knowing smirk, and
the kind of quiet confidence that made my stomach twist in the best way.

"You coming in, or just gonna stand there drooling?" he asked, amusement
curling his lips.

I stepped inside, barely catching my breath before his hands were on
me--gripping, pulling, claiming. His mouth crashed into mine, all heat
and hunger, lips demanding and urgent. His fingers dug into my hips,
dragging me closer until I could feel the heat of him through those thin
sweats. A shiver curled deep in my gut, and I moaned into the kiss.

"Been thinking about you all day," he murmured, trailing heated kisses
down my throat. "And that smart mouth of yours? Bet it looks even better
wrapped around my cock."

My breath hitched, and I sank to my knees before I could second-guess
myself. I looked up at him, watching his smirk turn into something
darker, more possessive.

He exhaled slowly, fingers curling into my hair as I pressed my palms to
his thighs. "Are you gonna lick my cock like you were licking that
vanilla ice cream this afternoon?" he murmured, voice husky with heat.
"All slow and teasing... like you wanted everyone to see that filthy
little mouth."

A flush crept up my neck, desire pulsing through me at the memory--at the
way he'd watched me earlier, eyes glued to my tongue with a look that
should've melted the whole damn cone.

"You liked that?" I asked, letting my lips brush over the bulge in his
sweats, slow and deliberate. "You gonna tell me you were hard the whole
time I was sucking on that spoon?"

"Hard?" he scoffed, jaw tightening as I nosed at the waistband. "I
nearly lost it when you moaned over that last bite. Had to hide in the
back to get myself under control."

I grinned against him, fingers tugging at the band of his sweats. "Guess
I owe you an even better show, then."

"Fuck, yes you do," Steve growled.

I freed him from his sweats, his cock springing forward--thick, flushed,
already leaking. My mouth watered at the sight, at the weight of him in
my hand. I dragged my tongue along the underside, slow and savoring, like
the first taste of something sinful.

"Just like that," he breathed, hips twitching. "Messy. Like you don't
care who sees."

I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, swirling my tongue while
keeping my eyes locked on his. Steve's head tipped back, a low groan
rumbling from his chest as his fingers tightened in my hair.

"Goddamn, you're good at that," he gritted. "Like you were made for
this."

I hummed around him, taking him deeper, letting my throat adjust as I
bobbed my head slowly. His cock throbbed against my tongue, his taste
coating my mouth, heady and addicting. My hands slid up his thighs,
steadying myself as I picked up the pace.

"Shit, baby," he gasped, eyes blown wide when he looked down at me
again. "You look so fucking pretty like that--mouth full, cheeks
hollowed. You gonna take it all?"

I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips slick with spit. "You want
me to?"

"Hell yes," he groaned. "I want to see that cock disappear down your
throat. Want to feel you choke on it."

My pulse stuttered, heat pooling low in my belly as I nodded and sank
back down, deeper this time, letting him hit the back of my throat. He
hissed, one hand bracing against the wall, the other fisting tight in my
hair.

"Fuck, that's it," he grunted. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I took him deeper, let him guide my movements, using my mouth
like he owned it. Spit dripped down my chin, my eyes watering from the
stretch, and still I kept going, driven by the way he moaned my
name--rough, desperate, needy.

When he finally pulled me off with a gasp, his cock glistening and
angry-red, I was breathless, flushed, and aching for more.

"You trying to kill me?" he panted, dragging me to my feet and crashing
his mouth against mine. "That mouth is lethal."

He tasted like salt and sweat and the faint trace of himself on my
tongue, his kiss deep and dirty, all teeth and need. His hands slid down
my back, grabbing handfuls of my ass as he pulled me closer, grinding our
bodies together. His cock was thick and hot between us, leaving slick
trails across my stomach as he pressed in, barely restrained.

"God, you drive me fucking insane," he growled against my lips. "You
have any idea what you do to me?"

"I think I'm starting to get the picture," I whispered, breathless.

His hand fisted the hem of my shirt and yanked it up, over my head in one
smooth motion. His gaze dropped, greedy and possessive as he took in
every inch of me--bare chest, flushed skin, the way I was already aching
for him.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered, running his hands up my sides,
palms rough against my heated skin. "I should've done this a long time
ago."

"Then stop wasting time," I said, tilting my head, daring him. "Take
what you want."

His eyes darkened, and something in him snapped.

I was spun around, bent over the kitchen counter with my cheek against
the cool granite before I could gasp. His hands yanked at my waistband,
jeans and underwear stripped down in a fevered rush. I felt the heat of
his body behind me, the heavy press of his cock against my bare ass as he
leaned in, breath hot at my ear.

"You're gonna take every inch of me," he whispered, voice rough and
low. "Just like that ice cream--you're gonna savor it. Beg for more."

I groaned, pushing my ass back into him, needing him, needing everything.

He dropped to his knees behind me, spreading me open with both hands. His
tongue was on me before I could even breathe--a single, wet stripe that
made me moan loud and unfiltered. He licked me like he was starving, slow
and thorough, every swipe of his tongue drawing heat tighter and tighter
in my belly.

"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, breath ragged. "Better than
any dessert I've ever had."

I couldn't even respond--my brain had short-circuited. He devoured me
with slow, wet flicks, fucking me with his tongue, pushing in deep, his
moans vibrating against my skin. My fingers clawed at the countertop,
legs trembling, body arching into every filthy lick.

When his fingers joined the party--slick and skilled, curling just right
inside me--I choked on a moan, hips jerking.

"Steve--oh fuck--"

He laughed softly, devilish and confident. "There it is. That's the
sound I've been craving."

He stood then, chest pressed to my back as he gripped his cock and guided
it to my hole, teasing the head against me, slow and slick.

"You ready?" he asked, voice wrecked.

I pushed back, desperate. "I've been ready. Just fuck me."

His grip tightened, and he slid in--inch by inch--until he was buried to
the hilt. We both groaned at the stretch, the heat, the overwhelming
pressure. My hands braced against the counter as he stilled, letting me
adjust, letting me feel every inch of him inside me.

"Goddamn, you feel like heaven," he grunted, pressing kisses to the
back of my neck. "Tight and warm--fuck, I'm never gonna get enough of
this."

Long, deep strokes that had me gasping, my forehead against the counter
as his hips slammed into me over and over. The rhythm built fast--hard,
relentless, obscene. The slap of skin echoed around us, mingled with our
moans, the wet slide of our bodies connecting over and over.

His hand slipped around to stroke my cock, in perfect rhythm with every
thrust.

"You're so fucking loud," he teased, breath hot at my ear. "So
desperate. You gonna come just from getting fucked?"

I whined, nearly undone. "Don't stop--don't stop, please--"

"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with lust. "Begging like a
needy little bunny. Gonna let me stuff you full like a goddamn Easter
egg?"

That pushed me straight to the edge--my orgasm hit like a freight train,
sudden and blinding. I cried out, body clenching around him, cock pulsing
as I spilled hard all over the counter. Steve cursed, driving into me
harder, deeper, until he stilled with a groan and came, hot and thick,
filling me with every last drop.

We stayed there, breathless and wrecked, bodies trembling from the force
of it.

Finally, he leaned in and whispered, lips brushing my shoulder: "Happy
Easter, baby. Hope you like getting filled more than your candy basket."

I let out a breathless laugh, still panting. "Fuck, I think I just got
reborn."

- Troy

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