Sable
Brant walked up to me and scooped me into his arms. He carried me to a garden and gently laid me down on the soft grass.
“My little bunny…” he whispered in my ear, then sucked the tip of it.
I moaned. He knew exactly how sensitive I was there. In what felt like a blink, our clothes were gone, and Brant was positioning himself at my entrance, his c**k teasingly brushing against my p***y. His eyes moved to my chest—his name tattooed there caught his gaze, inked across my breast. He looked up at me, then down again, spotting it on my neck, where his name was inked once more… and when he turned me over, there it was on my butt cheek too, bold and clear—his name, staring back at him from my skin like it had always belonged there.
He flipped me back and wrapped his hand around my throa
