Chapter 8 - Peanut Butter

Chapter 8 - Peanut Butter
Lindy's P.O.V.

I knew Adam would follow Daylan and me back to the Misfit's house. I was counting on it. It's a shame he's so predictable. He and peanut butter balls point their guns at us. I look at Delaine and nod. She says something under her breath, and suddenly, the guns fall to the ground. No matter how hard the two men try to pick them up, they can't.

"I don't know what you did, but you better stop it," Adam yells.

"I made them lose feeling in their hands, so they can't grip anything." Delaine mindlinks me. I smirk at the men as they continue to try to pick up the guns.

"Dammit, Tye, pick yours up," Adam yells. We all start laughing, and I turn to make sure the misfits are staying back. It would be a shame if we had some unsuspecting casualties because they got in the way.

"Are you ready, bunnies?" I ask, looking at Anya and Sydney. They smile and nod.

We move forward and surround the two men. Anya grabs Adam and throws him toward me. I leap in the air, spin, and kick him in the chest to Ginger. She grabs his hair and flips him over her back, making him land hard on the ground. I glance over at Tye. Sydney's holding his head while she knees him in the groin.

"I warned you that we'd turn those nuts into peanut butter," I yell at him. Tye turns to glare at me, and Leah spins and kicks him in the face. Blood pours out of his nose. Delanie leaps in the air, flips, and her feet hit him square in the chest. Two down. Both men are rolling on the ground in pain. I hope they don't think they're getting off that easy. It's time to turn these two vermin into dust. Some may look at us as killers, but are we supposed to wait around for them to kill one of us before acting? No, I don't think so. We all know their type; they're not going to stop.

"That's enough. Let us go, and we'll leave you alone." Adam tries to yell, but it comes out as gibberish. I glance over at Dayan and the other men. They look like they're itching for a fight.

"Ladies, what do you say we let the men do the dirty work?" I ask the bunnies. Dayan smiles and looks toward Jordan.

"Let's take out the trash, guys," Jordan yells. We move back and let the men take over. After they all get some kicks and punches, Adam and Tye are unconscious. Dayan and Jordan finish the job, snapping their necks. Some of the other misfits take the two bodies into the forest. Those are two men that no one should miss.

"That was really hot," Dayan says, coming over and lifting me to wrap my legs around him. I look around and see some of the other bunnies in similar positions. I guess we all have the same idea. After a fight, we need to wrestle. Who better to wrestle with than some hunky biker men?

"So, what are we going to do the rest of the afternoon?" I ask, sliding my hands under his shirt.  

"I want to take you inside, take off your clothes, and slide into something wet, but I don't know if you can handle something as big as me. So I guess we can sit in the house and drink lemonade." Oh, he's hilarious. Why does him talking like that make me so wet? I'm supposed to be a lady. Yeah, right. I don't buy that either. I'm a biker bunny, and right now, the only thing I want is him inside of me.

"If you prefer lemonade, I'll make you some before I go inside and take care of myself. Imagine me sliding my fingers in and out until I scream. How many fingers do you think I can fit inside?" And now he's running. When we get inside, he carries me to the second floor and into one of the bedrooms. He tosses me onto the bed, and I feel like I can't breathe. Damn, this is hot. The raw need I see in his eyes is a major turn-on. Knowing it's because of how much he wants me is even hotter.

"No way are your fingers going to make you come instead of me." He pulls his shirt off, and his tattoo is an intricate design of colors that starts at his lower right abdomen and runs up to his left shoulder. I want to explore it. After running to the bathroom and washing Adam's blood off his hands, he comes back and shoves his pants down. Wow. Now I'm wondering if maybe we should get lemonade because that thing is going to split me in two.

"Are you scared?" Dayan smirks, and I think his penis gets even more significant. Ladies, we're talking long and wide. Am I scared? Hell yeah. Am I going to admit it? Hell no. I shrug and yawn.

"Is that all you got? I thought it was lion-size, not cub-size. I think I'll take a nap now." I turn over on my side and wait. I don't have to wait long. Dayan flips me onto my back and straddles my abdomen. Uh oh, the lion is angry, and I don't mean the man; I mean the one sticking out in front of him.

"So you think it's small, do you. Well, I think you need a closer look." He moves forward just a little, and his penis is so close I can touch it. I kiss the tip of it, keeping my eyes on his. His eyes flutter as he watches me. I take my tongue and lick around the head as much as I can from my position. Dayan's eyes close, and he moans.

"I think you're right. I needed a closer look." He opens his eyes and smiles.

"Good save." Dayan moves back, pulls my shirt off, and tosses it to the floor. He then stands up and pulls my black leather pants and black panties off. He stares at me, and I spread my legs.

"You wanted something wet. I think you may find something if you look hard enough." I'm a virgin, but who hasn't fantasized about their first time? Do I seem like a woman who wants something slow and sweet? Hell, no, I don't. I want fast, hard, and mind-blowing. If I'm not screaming, he's not doing it right. At least, that's how I always envisioned it. Dayan kneels between my thighs.  

"I'm a lion, and I like cream. Does your cream taste like a Cadbury egg?" Before I can respond, he leans over and attacks me with his mouth. Oh shit. When he starts sucking my clit I almost fly off the bed. He slides his hands under my bottom and holds me tight to his face so I can't move. I put my hands in his hair and tilt my pelvis. When his tongue dips inside and swirls around before going back to sucking, I lose it. I scream as my orgasm hits hard. Waves of pleasure wash over me while I shake, but Dayan doesn't stop. He keeps sucking and licking as though it's his dying wish to get every drop out of me. When I finally come down from my high, he's kneeling between my thighs. The head of his penis is teasing my already sensitive clit.  

"I think you taste better than the Cadbury egg." He winks at me as he slams inside of me. It's a good thing I'm not human because I'd definitely be in pain from his enormous size. He stays all the way in and rotates his hips, stretching me even more. I grip the blanket under me as the pleasure and sparks fill my body.

"Come on, lion, give it to me fast and hard." He leans over and kisses me hard as he starts moving like I asked. Each thrust is harder and faster than the one before it. I'm so sensitive everywhere that I can barely breathe. When I feel another orgasm coming, I clench around Dayan, and we both call each other's names as we climax.  

"Oh, fuck I never thought it would be that good." He says, collapsing on top of me. I shove him to the side and turn over onto my stomach. I raise my ass in the air and look over at him.

"I hope you don't think you're done yet. We have a lot of positions to try. You know what bunnies are known for now. Come on, Dayan, let's fuck like bunnies."