Lucky Bunny

by Eva Luxe

  The way that he said it made me feel hot all over. I wanted him, too.

  He came over to the bed and pressed his body against mine.

  “I love you, Dana.” Words that I had been dying to hear for so long. “Merry Christmas.”

  “I love you, too,” I said, tears filing my eyes. “Merry Christmas.”

  He took out a condom and put it on, and all the while I waited with anticipation. He entered me with such ease, slowly pushing his hardened dick head into my pussy, inch by inch. I let out a soft moan, welcoming his familiar thickness into me. He was trembling, trying to control himself. He began to pant.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. The words penetrated my fog and touched a part of me that I hadn’t realized was there. Something broke inside of me and I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. Stroking me gently, he kept repeating, “I’m sorry,” landing kisses all over my cheeks, giving no heed to the tears that continued to fall.

  When I came, it was powerful, yet seemed to build very slowly. The waves of my orgasm washed over me, making my whole body seize like I had been struck with electricity.

  “Now that we’re here and we’ve made up, we need to get to that unfinished business,” he said. “I told you I was going to take your asshole as mine. And I meant it.”

  He put me on my hands and knees. Then he slipped a finger into my asshole and wiggled it around. It pulsated as I squeezed it against his finger.

  “I’ve actually never done that,” I told him.

  “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he said. “And you’re going to do what I ask and give me your anal virginity, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I told him, nodding, loving to play the submissive role that he and I had begun and continued up until now.

  He took off the condom and pushed his naked cock inside me, gently, but it still hurt, and I arched my back closer to him. He kept pushing, until he had slid all the way inside me, and I relaxed some. It didn’t hurt as badly, now. In fact, it felt rather good.

  “Do you like when my cock fills up your asshole?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I told him, moaning gently.

  His raw cock slid in and out of me, filling up my asshole, claiming every part of me as his own. I loved the way it filled me up to the brim. He reached around and played with my clit as he continued thrusting his cock in and out of me. We had a good rhythm together now and I relaxed and enjoyed it.

  “I’m gonna cum in your asshole,” he said. “I’ll fill up your hole with my cum and then I’ll watch you squeeze it out of you like a creampie.”

  “Yes, sir,” I told him, willing to do anything he wanted, and loving the idea. His fingers circling my clit were going to make me cum right along with him.

  I felt him throb and pulsate inside me and then he said, “Dana, I’m coming. I’m shooting my load into your asshole now.”

  “Mmmm,” I moaned, as I came too, while he came inside me for the first time ever.

  I put my head down on my hands and he spread my ass wide so he could see his own wad of cum inside me.

  “Now be my good girl and push out my cum with your tight little asshole,” he said, spanking my ass, once, twice, leaving welts that I didn’t even care about, except to like them because they marked me as his.

  “Yes, sir,” I told him, letting his cum dribble out, squeezing it so that he could get a good view of my asshole spread wide for him and his sweet stickiness sliding out of it.

  “Hell yeah,” he said, reaching down and picking up some of his cum with his fingers. Then he inserted two of them back into my asshole and said, “I’ve claimed all of you and you’re mine, forever. Not just when we’re here in this cabin but always. Because you’re going to be my wife, and this is the best Christmas present ever.”

  “It sure is,” I told him.

  “Truth or dare?” he asked me, smiling.

  “Truth. I think I’ll change things up again.”

  “Do you want to be my plaything forever?” he asked me. “Not just while we are stranded together, but as long as we both choose to?”

  “Yes,” I told him. “Of course.”

  Then I collapsed onto the bed and he joined me, only briefly, because we had to get up and get the kids and celebrate Christmas with them. Our new little family.

  “I love you, Dana,” Kurt said, over and over.

  We both laid there, feeling the love radiate.

  It was then that I knew that we were going to get our chance at a true happily ever after.

  Epilogue – Dana

  “Oh my goodness! You look so beautiful!” My mother stood in the doorway of the room where I stood, staring at my reflection in the big mirror in front of me. The white dress with embroidered lace seemed to shimmer as the sunlight hit it just right, making it look like I was draped in diamonds from head to toe.

  “Thank you, mother,” I said, smiling. “Is everything OK?”

  “Everything is perfect, sweetheart. The only thing left for you to do now is to walk down that aisle and into the arms of the man that you love.” Her voice trembled, and she beamed proudly. She walked over to where I stood, put her hands on my shoulders, and turned me around to face her. Her eyes searched mine.

  “I am so proud and happy for you. I see the way that you and Kurt are together, and it makes my heart glad. I wasn’t so sure the first time that you got married that it was the right thing, but I know that everything happens for a reason.”

  “Mom! You can’t be doing this to me! If I cry, my makeup will be ruined!” I started fanning my eyes furiously, willing the tears that were beginning to well up not to fall.

  “I’m sorry!” My mother and I shared a hearty laugh.

  “You ready?” A head peeked around the corner. It was Todd, our master of ceremonies.

  Giving myself one final look in the mirror, I smiled and answered, “I am.”

  I walked toward the sanctuary of the church, the heavy train of my dress dragging behind me. When I appeared in the doorway, I could feel everyone in the room gasp collectively. Classical music began to play. All eyes were on me.

  But my eyes were fixed directly on Kurt, my soon-to-be husband who was standing at the altar, his face overcome by emotion. He didn’t even try to hide his admiration for me.

  The ceremony began. Olivia stood next to me, my maid of honor, and Scott stood next to Kurt, his best man. We all held hands as we listened to the minister speak and remind us of how we should always love, honor, and respect each other.

  “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Kurt didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss me, dipping me backward until my head almost touched the floor. He swept me up off the ground and carried me out of the church like he had won a prize.

  Our reception was beautiful, and we had so much fun. We danced the night away.

  When it was time to leave, my mother took Olivia and Scott home. Kurt and I headed to the airport. We were going to Hawaii for two weeks.

  “We did it, Mrs. Roberts,” said Kurt, opening a bottle of champagne that had been chilled on the plane awaiting our arrival.

  “Yes, we did,” I said, looking proudly at my husband.

  After the plane took off and we were flying smoothly, Kurt began to unbuckle his seatbelt and started groping me.

  “Kurt, what are you doing?” I laughed.

  “About to make love to my wife,” he said.

  “Here?”

  “Why not?”

  I couldn’t think of a good reason not to. He helped me out of my dress, laid it in the aisle of the airplane, and gently laid me on top of it.

  Licking his fingers, he carefully inserted them into my pussy, slowly at first and then faster. I pumped to match the movement of his hand until I covered his fingers in my hot, sticky cum. Unbuckling his pants, he fished out his dick and slid it into my creamy, still throbbing pussy.

  He didn’t bother to put on a condom. He never did, these days, since we’d decided our children needed
a sibling. I was so glad Olivia was doing better in school, and Scott had adjusted to having a new father, even though, of course, Kurt could never replace his real father.

  I settled in to enjoy sex with Kurt. Somehow, he felt harder, thicker, filling my chamber with his manhood. I wrapped my legs around his body and held on tightly as he smoothly stroked my pussy. He looked deeply into my eyes while he did it, taking care to brush fly away wisps of hair from my face.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his excitement growing. He pulled my hips onto him, rolling them in circles so that his dick could hit the hidden corners of my pussy, making my pussy walls tighten around his dick buried deep inside of me. When he started pounding my pussy for all it was worth, I couldn’t help but scream. I knew that they could hear us in the cockpit, but I didn’t care.

  We both came at the same time, our first orgasm as man and wife. I could feel his hot cum pulsating inside of my tightening pussy. He pushed harder and harder with each jolt of an orgasm.

  We didn’t bother getting up when we were done. Neither one of us spoke. We just laid there in each other’s arms, happy and satisfied. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts. The single dad and the flight attendant. The unlikely pair that had somehow found our way through life’s storms and made our way to love.

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  Chapter 1 – Amelia

  “Oh, fuck yeah, babe.” Jason’s murmured words send his warm breath across the skin of my neck, and my body responds, hips thrusting harder, pulling him deeper inside me. The bed frame rattles beneath us as I dig my fingernails into the skin of his chest, my body hurtling towards climax with each thrust -

  And then Jason is looking me in the eyes, saying, “I have a surprise for you, babe.” The pleasure stops as the door to our bedroom opens and I hear a familiar voice. “Hey, Amelia. Watch this.”

  Suddenly I’m standing against the wall, my place atop Jason taken by a different woman - Violet. Her dark hair cascades down her naked back as she turns her head effortlessly to smile at me, and I see the ecstasy in her eyes ripple down through all her muscles as she cums on Jason’s cock -

  “God damn it!” For the third night this week, that’s when I open my eyes. I’m in my bed, alone, which has become my new normal.

  I can’t seem to sleep a night without having some kind of awful sex dream about Jason. My hands stiffen, realizing that my own juices are dry on my fingers. Great. I guess I was touching myself while I was sleeping again.

  Apparently I can’t even touch myself without thinking of Jason the Jagoff and Violet the…bitch. I really need to come up with a more alliterative title for her at some point. Oh well.

  I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that they’re still in my head - I mean, she’s nothing if not eternally selfish and grabby. He dumped me on a Tuesday and was parading around with her on his arm by Friday. Jason always had to have the shiniest tool in the shed. I should have realized it when he got with me after dumping his ex only a week prior. At least he had been single when I met him, though, which is more than Violet can say.

  Now they’re off with each other, and somehow I’m still the one getting fucked without any of the fun parts. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but her personality is ugly. She takes great pride in bragging about breaking up our relationship. Whoever can do that is no one with any character and I know it, even if Jason’s doesn’t know it— or care.

  I tell myself that what goes around comes around and that he’ll get his in the end. Still, it doesn’t do much to soothe my still aching heart. I’m all for karma coming back to get people, but why the hell does it have to take so long?

  I roll over and open my bedside table drawer. Even in the near total darkness, the diamond ring inside still somehow glints at me. Every morning for almost four months, I’ve looked at it and resolved that today is the day I’m going to sell it. But every night, there it still is. Every glint off its surface is like the mocking laughter of the popular middle school girls who pushed me in the mud during recess in the fourth grade.

  I used to be under the mistaken impression that life had gotten better since then. I’d grown up, gotten a job and a fiancé and things were going well. Until they weren’t. Now I’m left wondering if I’m destined to repeat my depressing school days forever.

  I slam the drawer and flop back down into bed. I think about trying to touch myself again, consciously this time, but I have a bad feeling I won’t be able to stop thinking about Jason no matter which handsome actor’s face I try to conjure up. The last thing I want to do is think about him while pleasuring myself during my waking hours, even if I can’t seem to help doing it while dreaming.

  I nearly smother myself with my pillow and will myself to fall back asleep instead. Everything will be better in the morning, I think, even though I know that’s a lie.

  Chapter 2 – Amelia

  Look in the mirror, Amelia, and realize that you look great. I tell myself this every morning in my ride on the elevator up to my office, and some days, I even do it. I try to speak positively to myself in the hopes that what I say will become reality. It was advice I received from a self help audiobook I listened to once. I’m not sure the advice always works, but I figure it doesn’t hurt to try.

  In romance novels, women like me are always curvy, voluptuous, vivacious. In the real world, the phrases used to describe me are usually more along the lines of not my type, heavy, or just plain fat.

  Today, these words don’t ring in my ears when I see my reflection in the full length mirror that’s on one side of the elevator. Today’s a good day, wardrobe wise at least. And I always think that dressing well is half the battle when going out into the world of love and war.

  I’m wearing my favorite skirt, a sheer white one that ends just above my knees, paired with a deep blue blouse and a simple gold necklace to accentuate it. As I get off the elevator and walk to my office, the skirt sashays along with me.

  So what if I don’t always feel sexy? I do today. Besides, lawyers like me are mistresses of the spoken word, not fashionistas.

  The office is my safe place. Most of the time, anyway. I’ve been with Natti & Associates for almost 5 years now, long enough to earn a small private office of my own on the 13th floor of the building. I deal in Family Law - domestic disputes, divorces, and the like.

  In retrospect, it feels like my career choice may have been a bit of laughable foreshadowing from the universe. It only makes sense that I solve other peoples’ relationship issues for a living, since I can’t manage to solve my own. Regardless, this is where I am, settling in to check my emails and enjoy my coffee and my once a week treat of an everything bagel with hickory nut cream cheese on top of it, when there’s a knock at the door.

  “Oh, come on.” Bagel time is my time. Who’s up and running around the office this early in the day anyway? As soon as the door opens, I regret even asking the question.

  “Violet.” Oh, right - did I not mention that the woman my fiancé ditched me for works in my office? For the same firm I do? Well, she does. And now she’s in my actual office.

  “Amelia. Morning.” Violet’s got a smile on that’s only about half as fake as her artificially inflated cleavage, but that doesn’t really mean much. “Listen, I need the files for the Menendez divorce.”

  “That’s in my caseload. Why would you need my case files?” I glower at her over my coffee cup, one eye still on my half-eaten bagel.

  “Is it not obvious? Because it’s not your case anymore. Larry says the case is of ‘paramount importance,’ and I’ve got the lightest caseload in th
e office right now…meaning I have the most time to dedicate to such an important client.”

  When I was a kid, my older brother used to make me watch wrestling with him. There was one wrestler whose gimmick was something called the “Curb Stomp.” I’d forgotten all about it, until just this moment - because right now, all I want to do is pull that move on Violet.

  But I’m an adult who likes not having a felony arrest record, so instead I dig in the drawer of the credenza near my desk and hand her the files. Besides, if there was any time to beat the hell out of her, it really would’ve been four months ago.

  “Thanks.” Violet takes the files and, apparently uninterested in letting me keep one little shred of the morning’s dignity, adds, “You’ve got a little - something on your face there.”

  As she leaves, I reach up to my face, and my fingers come away coated in a gob of cream cheese.

  I do the only thing I can do: give my closed door the finger. And then I lick the yummy goodness off of it, of course. It would be a shame to let my once a week treat go to waste. Violet may have ruined my relationship but I’m not going to let her ruin my damn bagel eating experience, too.

  Chapter 3 – Amelia

  “I’m telling you, we bribe the window washer!”

  “The window washer.” It’s almost quitting time, and I’m sitting in my office with Rosa. Rosa’s my best friend, has been since I started here at Natti. She’s Hispanic, voluptuous, and has absolutely no filter.

  This is our usual Friday afternoon routine - sneaking a drink from the “Cocktail Drawer” of Rosa’s desk, and shit-talking whoever’s on our bad side this week. For about 12 weeks now, that person has been Violet.

  “Yes, the window washer!” Rosa’s hearty laugh fills the room. “See, you bribe the man to loosen one of the windows up on the 15th floor, and then you bump into her up there, just hard enough, and whoops, there it is! Like the song!”

  “I think it’s ‘Woomp’ There It Is.” I kinda hate myself for knowing that. “And that got dark quick. Like, real dark.”

  “Oh, come on! Last week you said we should dangle an engagement ring over an open manhole so she’d fall in and get eaten by alligators.” Rosa smirks at me.